~~~I can tell her my troubles, she makes them all seem right. I can make up excuses not to hold her at night. We can talk of tomorrow, I'll tell her the things that I want to do. How can I tell her I don't miss her whenever I'm away? How can I tell it's you I think of every single night and day? But when is it easy telling someone we're through? Everything seems right whenever I'm with you~~~
-Lobo-
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Luke's POV:
I was busy analyzing the report that just came from the marketing department when my secretary buzzed the intercom.
"Sir, your mom had just called."
My eyebrows creased in confusion.
"My mom as in my mother?" I asked as I wasn't sure if it was my mother or my mother-in-law.
"Yes, Sir, your mother, Mrs Lilian Williams.
"Okay, why did she call and what did she tell you?"
"She just asked about your schedules today and if you're here in the office at the moment."
"She asked about my schedules?" I repeat, the lines on my forehead just got deeper. "Did she tell you the reason?"
"No, Sir, but I think she has something to tell you."
"Okay, thanks, Olga."
I sighed and leaned back in my chair as it got me confused even more. My mom had just called my secretary and asked about my schedules instead of calling me and asking me personally.
I was about to call her and ask why, but I really need to finish the report on my computer. I turned my attention back to the screen and after a few minutes, I was back on track again.
At that moment, I have no idea that my mother was already in the lobby when she called my secretary. She was just checking if I was in the office, so when she found out I hadn't left the building, she used the service lift to get to the executive floor immediately.
It was exactly 10 minutes after Olga informed me that my mom called her and now she has suddenly barged into my office.
"Mom?" I was shocked to see her, but what shocked me most was her serious expression.
"Sit down, Luke and explain all this to me!" She said walking towards my table and threw the brown envelope in front of me.
"What is this?" I asked, confused.
"I don't know, why don't you explain it to me?"
Based on the way she talked to me, I know she's mad. I opened the brown envelope and what I saw caught in my throat.
Pictures.
Pictures of me and Cherry in the restaurant... the same restaurant where Samantha showed up in front of us, telling us that we should go because Dale was in the same place with us.
"I think I don't have to ask you who she is because I still remember her, but what I'm going to ask you is why are you with her?"
"Where did you get this?" I asked, clenching my teeth. "Who gave you these pictures?"
"Is it really important to you who gave me that damn pictures than answering my question, huh, Luke?"
But I didn't answer her question.
"Who took these pictures, mom, is it Samantha?"
But she also didn't answer mine.
"Why are you going out with that woman again? Why are you cheating on your wife?"
"Mom---"
"Answer me, Luke Marcuz!"
I let out a frustrated sigh and looked at her.
"She's not just a woman to me, mom, she's my girlfriend! And I go out with her because I love her!"
"Oh, my God!" Her mouth hung in mid-air. "But you already have a wife, you already have a family! Why are you doing this, son? Does your wife know about this?"
Her last question answered the question I asked her earlier.
She's asking if Samantha knew about Cherry, so it means the pictures were not from Samantha.
"One of my friends saw you in Union Square, which of course I didn't believe her at first, so I hired a private investigator and he gave me all these this morning!" She slammed her hands on the table. "Why are you doing this?"
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