Page 56 of Sinful Touch

“Can You Hold Me” by NF feat. Britt Nicole

Jax pulls up outside of my mother’s house and turns off his bike. I watch the front door open. As I take off the helmet, I swing my leg over and set the helmet on the seat, as Jax gets off the bike and stands next to me.

My mother is standing on the porch. The smile that was on her face has faded since her eyes have gone up and down me twice since I have been standing here.

Jax grabs my hand and begins leading me down the sidewalk towards my mother. Her eyes go from me to him and then back to me again.

Her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She is not in agreement and disapproves.

Jax and I both slowly make our way up the five steps stopping in front of my mother.

She doesn’t try to hug me or say hi. Instead, she takes a deep breath and looks at the bike, then at Jax, and then at me.

“Liliana it is not safe being on one of those,” She says with disbelief.

“Don't worry, Ms. Silver; she is safe with me,” Jax says before I can say anything. I squeeze his hand, needing to say thank you, and he squeezes my hand back. Having him here will make it easier on me, but I also think it will make it harder. My mother doesn’t care who is in our home; she will say whatever is on her mind, and Jax is nothing but honest. This is going to be interesting.

“Hmmmm,” My mother replies as she looks me up and down.

“What in the world are you wearing? That is not ladylike at all, Liliana,” she says with disgust.

I don't know if I am going to be able to do this.

I feel my heart racing as Jax releases his hold on my hand and wraps his arm tightly around me.

We all stand in silence for a moment then my mother turns around and walks inside the house.

Jax leans in and kisses the side of my head. “Don't worry, Darlin, I got you,” He says, doing his best to reassure me.

I don't think coming here was a good idea, but I know how guilty she would have made me feel if I didn’t.

She is good at that, making me feel guilty and ashamed even when I am not doing anything wrong.

We walk into the house, Jax closes the door behind us as I guide us into the dining room.

The table is filled with all of my favorite foods, but I know it is a trap. She does this every year: She makes all of my favorite foods, set them out, and then when I go to grab them, she attacks me with her words about why I shouldn't be eating all the food and how I am going to get more fat than I am.

We will see if this time is different, but I doubt it, my mother won’t change for anyone.

Jax and I both take a seat, and my mother takes a seat on the other side of the table.

“So, where do you guys meet?” My mother asks.

Here we go. A normal person would just think my mother is trying to have a conversation, but really what she is looking for is something to argue about, and she is about to get it.

“School,” I say as I start putting different food types on my plate.

“Are you going to school, Jaxon?” My mother asks as I grab more food needing to make sure I don't make eye contact with her.

I haven’t told my mother much about Jax and me. Her finding out that it started with a sex contract is probably not the best way for her to meet my boyfriend.

“No, I teach there,” Jax says calmly.

My heart stops as I sit back in my seat, Jax rests his hand on my leg forcing me to stop shaking.

“Wait, you are a professor?” My mom asks, there is surprise and disgust in her voice, there is always disgust in her voice.

“Yes, I am a professor,” He says calmly.

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