Freddie’s mom was just as stunning as Yohan rembered, looking like she hadn’t aged a single day.
The black, form-fitting gown clung to her curves, its low cut leaving her full breasts daringly close to spilling out.
"Your... woman?" She repeated after him.
"Yeah. Vivian, you should say hi to Mrs Emily Micheal, she’s the owner of this hotel," he said casually.
Vivian was just as shocked at how Yohan introduced her, but composed herself pretending that it was normal.
"Hello," she said with a small smile,
She was even more surprised when the woman ca into full view—splendid in every detail, like wealth itself had taken human form. The necklace she wore around her neck, her few bracelets, earrings and shoes, everything was looking very expensive.
’How did Yohan get to know such a person?’ she wondered.
Emily was also wondering the sa thing but for a different reason, the woman has a very good body and a pretty face but one thing was clear she was far older than Yohan.
But she could see why such a woman would want to be with Yohan, he had beco such a fine young man. If she wasn’t married or if he wasn’t her son’s friend she would have also tried shooting her shot at him.
"It’s very nice to et you," Emily replied,
"For a mont, I almost forgot you were no more a kid," she chuckled
"Yes ma’am, I’m now a man with a very particular taste in won," he said proudly, putting his hand around Vivian’s waist.
The two won could easily understand his words, and while Vivian’s face went red from embarrassnt, Emily wore a very intrigued grin.
She did not expect that the quiet little Yohan from then would turn out to be so bold and daring. To bring this woman to a hotel and even address her as his woman.
’Seems like she’s even married’ she noticed the ring on her finger. It was then she truly understood what was going on.
’To think she didn’t even complain when she was introduced as his woman’
She had grown up surrounded by wealth and she could easily tell when soone was in control. There was a certain level of freedom that a powerful man displayed like nothing really had consequences, and that was the type of energy she was currently feeling from Yohan.
Now she was truly curious about the boy, his confident deanor and manly appearance, enough to even intimidate this married woman.
"In that case allow to handle your bills," she simply nodded at one of the waiters and Yohan knew that their bills were settled just like that.
"Thank you ma’am," he said.
"No need to thank , instead you should co by soti so I can see how I can help you,"
"You know you were always my favorite of all my son’s friends, I can even help you out with a job if you’d like," she added.
"I don’t need a job right now but maybe I’ll actually stop by one of these days," He said with his usual charming smile.
She wanted to convince herself that she was simply being nice to her son’s friend, but with everything she had just noticed about the young man there was no denying it, she was more than a little bit interested.
"Okay, see you. Nice eting you, Vivian," she said.
"Nice eting you too," Vivian replied, but the woman was already walking away.
’Even the way she walked was magnificent’ Vivian thought to herself. She couldn’t help but compare herself to the woman.
"Auntie, could we go back to our al?" Yohan asked,
Vivian looked at Yohan with a frown,
"No, let’s go ho right now," she said angrily before marching out of the restaurant.
Yohan chased after her, "Auntie wait..."
When he finally got to her she was already at her car,
"Auntie please wait," he stopped her from entering inside, "I had to tell her sothing, it would have been weird if I had said you were my Auntie,"
"Why did you have to tell her I’m your woman? I’m married, for god’s sake." She didn’t bother hiding her irritation.
"Okay, I’m sorry," Yohan apologized.
She sighed, "Just get in the car let’s go ho,"
She entered the driver’s seat and slamd the door.
To be honest that wasn’t the only thing bothering her, for so reason eting soone as refined as Emily just put her in a very bad mood.
The fact that she knew such a woman would probably be having a very splendid life, without having to worry about money problems or things like that, while she was just about to follow Yohan into a hotel room just so she could convince him to sell his parents shop and save her house.
Everything was just falling apart.
When Yohan entered the car he found her crying.
"Auntie...?" He was surprised and concerned, "I said I was sorry,"
He placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer.
She didn’t resist placing her head on his chest, allowing him to wrap his hands around her.
He held her in silence for a few minutes while she cried her heart out, he could tell there was nothing he could really say at this point other than give her comfort.
She could feel him stroke her head gently, the warmth from his grasp as she listened to his heart, beating faintly under his shirt. She was starting to feel a certain type of ease.
"Auntie, is this concerning the house?" He asked, his instincts already telling him he was right.
"I... I really don’t know what else to do," she sobbed, "I honestly don’t want you to sell your parents shop, it feels wrong for to even ask but I just don’t know what else to do..."
Her voice was broken and filled with sincerity, Yohan could tell that she really was going through a lot.
"Fine," He sighed, "you don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’ll make sure you don’t lose your ho,"
She wiped her eyes as she sniffled, "Are you serious?"
"Just trust ," Yohan whispered, his warm smile lingering as he brushed her hair aside.
With everything she had experienced with him up until now, she could imdiately tell that he wasn’t just talking. In that mont she could see that she was speaking to a man that really cared for her.
She couldn’t help herself, raising her face and kissing him on the lips.
Yohan’s eyes widened for a mont, before he closed it and returned her kiss, allowing their tongues to et and wrap around each other.
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