Page 23 of Sour Brew Face

“Mo.” Dave says my name softly. “You need to talk to Langston.” I nod, my eyes drifting to the open doorway. “Today. Right now.” I shake my head.

“He’s not up yet, and this should be done face to face. God, he’s going to be so upset.” I lament, dropping my head to Dave’s chest. He rocks me back and forth soothingly.

“Yes, but probably more upset when he realizes his mom is several ounces short of a pint.”

Langston 19.

I rush into my office and close the door. I had to come in to accept some deliveries and finish paperwork before my shift tonight. I really need to hire another bartender. It’s hard finding someone that fits in with all of us or maybe I just have control issues. Who knows?

“Mom, I can’t understand you, can you take a deep breath and tell me from the beginning.” I wait impatiently, while my mom breathes in and out several times.

“Oh, Langston, it was awful.”

“What was?”

“Mary Opal.” I almost sprain a muscle with how fast I sit up at her words. What does Mo have to—

“I went to her little beer place to talk to her. I was so upset after you left last night and I wanted to talk to her, woman to woman, about how worried I am about you.”

“Mom—”

“There were all these men with her in a tiny room and they were talking about how good she is and how important she is to them and when I asked to talk to her she was so spiteful, Lang, she said I deserved your dad leaving and Emerson and if she has anything to say about it, you’ll leave me too because she’s more important to you.” A sob wrenches from deep inside her and it guts me. I can’t believe Mo would say any of that. But…we’ve only known each other for a short time, maybe I don’t really know her at all? Maybe I jumped the gun with her, just wanting a connection to someone. Shit. Thinking that seems wrong. What I know of Mo…she would never hurt someone intentionally.

“Why would she say such hurtful things, Langston? I thought she loved you.”

“I did too.” I mutter unable to fathom how things got so turned upside down. Last night…hands down the best night of my life, after I left my mom’s of course. The way Mo felt in my arms, her soft lips stretched around my cock, the way she surrendered to me completely as I pumped into her mercilessly.

“Mom, are you sure—”

“Langston Mayes, how could you say such a thing? Is she right, have I already lost you?”

“No, mom, you haven’t. I’m just trying to rectify.”

“You can’t, dear, it’s like with your father. I never expected for him to…it’s still so hard to talk about.”

“I know, mom. I’ll…uh…I’ll talk with Mo today.”

“I’m so sorry, Langston, I know how much you cared for her. It’s better to learn now what type of person she is than months down the line.”

“Yeah. I’ll check on you later, mom. I gotta go.”

“I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

“Love you too.” I hang up my cell phone and place it on my desk. Rubbing my hands over my face, I attempt to process everything I just heard. I know that Mo doesn’t understand my dynamic with my mom, she’s made that fairly clear, but I thought she knew I was handling it myself. Why would she speak to my mother like that? Insinuate that she was more important than the woman who sacrificed everything to raise me?

I won’t know until I talk to her. But I’m not sure talking to her right now is a good idea. I’m wound up and liable to say something I can’t take back. Although, that didn’t seem to stop her from disrespecting mom. I look at the clock on the wall, I have one more delivery in about 15 minutes. After I get that checked and put away, I’ll head over to her office and talk to her.

Why is my heart already breaking?

Mo 20.

I’ve been unsettled all day. Starting your workday by getting berated and physically assaulted by your boyfriend’s mother would put a crimp in anyone’s day, I suppose. I managed to get started on the required testing for MoMo. At least one good thing happened at work today.

On that note, my buzzer sounds drawing my attention away from my computer. “Hey, Mo, uh, Langston is here to see you.” Seth’s voice is tentative, and it sets my stomach churning.

Fuck. I have to tell him about his mom, why couldn’t he just wait to see me this evening at the bar like we planned? I’m a big girl, I don’t shy away from anything. I quickly look around the lab for an alternate exit, but there isn’t one. And I know that, but wishful thinking and all that. Maybe I can pay one of the guys to do a play by play for him?

The door to my lab opens with a sudden jerk. Langston fills the doorway, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. My vagina has a seizure as it tries to decipher the look he’s throwing our way. Is he horny or angry?

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