My phone vibrated with a message.
Grant:Mom saw your pussy pic. Good job.
I accidentally bit down on the filter in response to his message.
Me:What the hell do you mean?
Grant:You sent the pic, and Mom opened the message. She laid into me.
“Oh, my God. This can’t be happening.”
Thank God my face wasn’t in it!
Me:What did she say?
Grant: Honestly, you don’t want to know.
Me:That bad?
Grant:She said you must’ve come from a broken home, and I needed to cut ties with you. And you have a new nickname.
Me:What is it?
I was afraid to know because our mother could be pretty colorful with words, but I couldn’t help myself.
Grant:Clitasaurus Rex.
I giggled and disposed of my cigarette in a receptacle by the front entrance.
Me:That’s fucking hilarious. How does she come up with that shit?
Grant:There’s nothing funny about it. She nearly had a heart attack.
Me:Maybe next time she won’t snoop through your phone.
Grant:I think she learned her lesson. But to your earlier statement, yes, my cum looks good leaking out of you.
I smirked and entered the facility.
Me:Be a good boy, and you’ll get another round tonight after dinner.
Grant:I’m glad that you mentioned it. I’ll be late coming home.
Me:Why?
Grant:I’m in Houston meeting with the parents of a class-action lawsuit. Mom decided to accompany me. I shouldn’t be later than 9:00. Also, I’m taking the remainder of the week off.
My gasp was cut off by the receptionist.
“Ma’am, may I help you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m here to visit Felicity and Marcus Baker.”
She raised a brow. “And what is your relation?”
She’s new. I’ll cut her some slack.
I smiled sweetly. “Granddaughter.”