Page 57 of Sinful Touch

“Her professor,” My mom asks.

Jax takes in a deep breath. “Yes, I am her professor.”

“Liliana, what in the world were you thinking?” My mother asks in disbelief.

“That I like him,” I confess to her.

“You can’t date your professor. What would people think?” She asks. Disapproval is all over her right now, radiating off of her in waves.

“I don't care what they think, Mother,” I say before I can stop it.

Her eyes widen with my response, crap.

“Don't talk like that in my house,” my mother snapped. Making me jump.

“No one cares that we are together Mom,” I tell her, which is the truth, we have shown affection in public and on campus and no one has said anything, they are too busy with their own lives to worry about if I am dating my professor.

“Do they know?” She asks.

“We don't hide it, “ Jax says in a soft voice calming my anxiety.

“I don't approve of this,” She says, shaking her head.

“Well, last I checked, we weren’t asking for your permission. Your daughter is 18 years old, and the last I checked, that means she can make her own choices,” Jax says through gritted teeth. My mother has this power over people; even the calmest of people can’t stay calm for long with her.

“Liliana, you hear the way he is speaking to your mother,” she says to me as if I am supposed to take her side. She knows better than that.

“He is right, Mom,” I confess to her.

“You agree with him?”

“Yes,” I say as I pick up my fork and start to slowly eat.

“Liliana, don't eat too much; you don't want to get more fat,” she says, always changing the topic to me and my eating and my looks.

“Excuse me,” Jax says, standing up from his chair.

Oh crap.

“My daughter needs to watch what she eats. You have seen her body, I assume, and she needs to cut off some of that fat. Wouldn’t you agree?” my mother asks calmly.

“Fuck no, I don't,” Jax snaps at her.

“Wow, you are a gentleman, aren’t you, Mr. Biker outlaw,” She says disgustingly.

I slowly stand up and put one more fork of food in my mouth.

My mother looks at me and shakes her head.

“This was a mistake, a big mistake,” I confess to the room.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“Far away from here Mom, enjoy your dinner,” I say not turning back to look at her, I already know she is disappointed I don't need to see it on her face right now.

I turn and leave the table. I can hear Jax walking behind me. My heart is racing as I open the door and walk out. Jax closes the door behind us as we both make our way back to the bike. He swings his leg over and balances as I grab his shoulder and grab the helmet. I swing my leg over, pulling the helmet over my head.

Jax turns on the bike and takes off down the road. That didn’t go well; this was a big mistake.

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