One Night Stand novel Chapter 36

Sandra’s POV

I was in my old room, reading through a magazine with fashionable wedding gowns, waiting for my mother to return with good news. I need to get the greatest gown since, after all, I'm not just marrying a nobody. The gown has to be more costly than Meghan Markle's. Perhaps I should employ the same designer. Sandra awoke from her dreams when she heard an angry voice reverberating across the living room.

"Sandra, please come out!"

"Mother, I'm right here. Is everything alright?"

"What are you keeping from me? Why has Javier not slept with you all these years?"

"I told you I didn't know, Mother. He doesn't sleep with me, but he is still cheating on me." Sandra was well aware that her mother would believe anything she says.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to his place. Let's hear what he says for himself."

The mother and daughter pair left for Javier's Villa the following morning. The maid refused to allow them in since Javier had warned her not to let anybody into his home without his permission, but the mother and daughter pair forced their way past the woman.

Today was Javier's turn to stay with Xander, as planned between him and his grandmother. They were running about the house, having fun, when his gaze was drawn to the mother-daughter combo. He came to a halt and asked Xander to go to his room. Zander did as he was told.

When I saw Javier nearing me and my mother, a knot developed in my throat. I hoped he wouldn't humiliate me or my mother. His eyes were like daggers piercing me. He remained silent. He moved forwards a few paces. I suppressed my pride and went up to him.

"Hello, baby."

He sneered at me and glared. My throat felt as though it was about to close up. Standing across from Javier gave me the impression that I was in the presence of a wolf. His eyes were staring at me with an ice-cold glare. Despite my dislike for his behavior towards me, I still wanted him to avoid humiliating me in front of my mother for the day. He gave me a scornful smile and ignored me. He walked over to the sofa and poured himself a drink of whisky.

"That arrogant brat!" I yelled in my brain. He was ready to slay me in front of my mother, and I knew it.

"I don't recall having invited you to my place, Mrs. Williams."