“Do you wanna go see your parents?” I ask.
“I probably should, but maybe tomorrow after filming is done. I don’t want to be distracted from the job.”
I nod and pull up at her door. “Home sweet home.”
“Thank God! I need arealshower,” she says, stepping out of the car with a smirk.
I slide out, grab her luggage, and head for the door. But as we walk up the steps, the door swings open, shocking us both.
“Ria… darling!”
Ria stops.
Her mouth is wide open as she looks at the visitor she didn’t know was coming.
Chapter Nineteen
NATE
A woman stands in Ria’s doorway with her arms wide open, smiling broadly as Ria just simply gawks at her.
“Mom?”
I freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do.
“Motek, I’m so glad you’re home,” she says.
I don’t understand what she has just said, but I’m assuming it’s some sort of term of endearment as she rushes down the stairs, taking Ria into her grip, and kissing her from cheek to cheek.
“Mom… Mom… stop! Where’s Patrick?”
“He’s by the pool… relaxing.”
“He’s here? Oh my God, you should have told me you’d be coming.”
“We wanted to surprise you, darling. Come in. We have so much to talk about.”
“Mom, Nate’s here.”
Her Mom turns, finally noticing me, smiles, and looks me up and down. “Nice to meet you, Nathaniel, but my girl and I have some talking to do. You’ve had her for two months, you understand?”
“Mom!” Ria’s eyes open wide as she glares at her mother.
Feeling about as small as an ant or maybe smaller, I fake a smile and nod. “Sure… you guys have a lot to discuss, I’m sure. I’ll, ah, see you tomorrow, Ria?”
She struggles with herself by taking a step toward me and then stopping as I place her luggage at the bottom of the stairs. She mouths,I’m sorry,to which I nod and turn, heading back to my car with a sinking chest and an aching cock.
It’s been two months, you idiot.
What’s one more night?
Getting in my car, I look back to see Ria being dragged inside by her mother. She glances back at me with a quick wave, and I smile before she’s gone.
With a deep breath, I try to ignore the weight settling in my gut and start my car.
The drive feels long and difficult. Pulling up to my house, I walk in, and Matt looks up at me, raising an eyebrow as he spoons a mouthful of ice cream into his mouth. “Um… Israeli goddess at your beck and call, and you choseme? I’m flattered.”
I smirk. “Her parents were there… at her house.”
