Page 84 of Withholding Nothing

She wore a black pantsuit with no shirt or bra under her suit jacket, which I found to be quite stupid and pretentious to wear in the humid summer heat. Her manicured fingers fiddled with a ring that hung on a silver chain around her neck as she studied me. The light breeze made her jet black hair flutter around her shoulders, giving me a whiff of the expensive perfume she wore.

“Who the hell are you?” she finally asked. I swallowed hard. She looked entirely too young to be O’Shea’s mother and he hadn't said she was bringing anyone else along.

“Um, I’m Ashton. And you are?”

“Kayla,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “O’Shea’s fiancée.”

My heart nearly stopped. Fiancée? He’d said she’d rejected him. Did they reconcile and he just forgot to tell me? I forced myself to continue smiling as I let her in, his mother finally making her way to the door.

“Hi, dear,” she said, two more women trailing behind her. “I’m his mother and these are his two sisters.” She looked over at the woman now looking around my living room in disgust, swiping her finger along the entertainment stand and cringing at the bit of dust she picked up. “And that’s Kayla.”

I closed the door behind them and joined them in the living room. They all crowded on the couch while I sat on the loveseat, keeping my eyes low as I sensed their piercing gazes on me. I didn’t know when O’Shea would be here, but I hoped it would be fast.

He also had some explaining to do about Kayla being here.

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