Page 227 of Tempted By her Daddies

So where was she?

He rushed into the kitchen, still wearing his coat.

“Salem! I didn’t expect you so early.” His mother turned to smile at him. She was standing at the stove with something cooking on the stovetop. There was a wooden spoon in her hand.

“Mum, what are you doing here?” he asked, glancing around.

No Tamsyn.

Shit. Had his mother intimidated her so much that she was hiding out upstairs?

“I’ve come to make you dinner since you missed last Sunday night dinner. You said you were also busy working this weekend so I thought I would come to you.”

Bollocks.

He had said that. Because he hadn’t wanted to go to dinner last Sunday night and leave Tamsyn. He’d been worried that she would insist on going home. And that wasn’t acceptable to him or the others.

Speaking of which . . .

“Ahh, right. That’s nice of you. Is Roman upstairs?” Tamsyn had to be with him.

“No. I don’t know where he is. I thought he was, but when I went to check his room was empty.”

Shit.

“You didn’t touch anything, did you?” he asked urgently.

“No, of course not,” she huffed. “I know not to touch his stuff anymore.”

She’d gotten it into her head one day that she needed to tidy up Roman’s room and she’d moved everything around, not putting it back right.

Roman had been in a grouchy mood for weeks over it.

“Good. Wait, he’s not up there? Then where the hell is he? And where is Tamsyn?”

“Tamsyn? Well, she’s where she’s meant to be,” his mother replied.

A bad feeling filled his stomach. “What do you mean by that?”

“She’s gone home.”

“Home? Shit.”

“Salem! Language!” she snapped.

“Why would she go home?” This was meant to be her home. “I’ll need to call her.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started calling her.

But it went to voicemail.

Shit.

“Why are you calling her? Do you owe her money?” his mother asked. “Don’t pay her. When I got here, she was lying on your couch and eating your food. She left a mess and hadn’t hoovered the living room. I did that before I started dinner.”

“Wait . . . what?” He couldn’t even comprehend what she was saying. “Of course I don’t owe her money.”

He needed to check in with her, though as she hadn’t mentioned needing any money.

You should insist that she give up her apartment and move in with you.

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