Chapter 75
- Trap
<<. Avery. >>
I open the door and see Mary standing there. Her expression is shocked. I yelp and slam the door closed.
How the fuck I keep flashing others unnecessarily. I lean my head at the door and say, “Hey Mary, I will open in a
minute.”
“I didn’t know you were expecting someone. Should I come later?” She asks over the door.
“No. Please wait.”
Maybe I should grab this opportunity to complain about how much of a pervert her son is. I grab the tshirt again and pull it over. Then I open the door after wearing a pair of pjs.
“Hey.. Come on in.”
“I guess I should have waited till morning, but I didn’t know if you would join us tomorrow or not.” She says and I
nod.
“I think I will join.” I lead her towards the room and we take a seat at plush sofa.
“How are you doing, Avery?” She asks softly.
I shrug.“I am good.”
I stay quiet because I don’t know what to talk to her. We are not that close anymore. Why is she here, though? Can I bluntly ask her? I look at her with a question in my eyes.
“I missed you,” she says finally.
“Stop it Mary… You really don’t have to do this. Everyone seems to have one reason or another for not contacting me. I totally understand you will always choose your son over his girlsister or fiance or wife… I get it. But please don’t drag it.”
She nods. “I just wanted to tell you that everyone loves you.” I jerk my head up and look at her.
What?
Oh God. Don’t tell me she is here to tell me the same shit Ethan keeps mentioning.
I press my lips tight and she continues, “I wanted to apologize about Ethan. Now that Della is coming into our family,
I hope we can still keep in touch. You are like a daughter to me.”
I don’t believe a word. That’s not even possible.
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“I understand your sentiment, Mary. But I don’t have any energy to get involved with the Johnson family anymore.”
I tell her.
She tries to interrupt me but I raise my hand and continue. “Listen to me. Please. Today, Ethan tried to corner and grope me after dinner.*
I don’t mention the party night when he tried to kiss me. I had to rush away frag him.
She looks at me with shock.
“Yes….” I nod, seeing realization cross her face. “If I try to maintain a relationship with you. It will only enable himn and he will keep making his advances. I don’t have energy to deal with that.”
her expression changes and she says in disgust, “Avery…”
She gets up and I can see fury in her eyes.
That’s quite a big blame you are putting on my son!”
I look at her, confused. Where is the love she was showing me barely a minute ago?
“I told you the truth.” I tell her. But I know it’s pointless. She had made up her mind. And in her eyes, I am lying. She takes long strides towards the door in anger. I follow her, trying to suppress the wave of disappointment and
sadness.
I am the one who told her I don’t want to keep in touch, then why does it hurt?
“You dress like a…” she gestures towards my body and says with loathing in her voice. This….. Then you expect me to believe that my son is the one with low morals.”
I chuckle humorlessly. Her statement and gesture are strikingly similar to the one her son had told me two years ago.
“I cannot sleep with someone who looks like this…” He had pointed his finger at my body as if I was some dirt on his shoe.
Suddenly, I am raw all over again, and my eyes burn.
“You can leave Mary. This doesn’t need to get worse than it already is,” I tell her, trying to tame the resentment.
What the hell was I expecting? Of course she will favor her son. Any mother would.
She opens the door, and to our surprise, a man is standing in front of my door. Mary glowers at him, then looks at me with distaste.
“Sleeping around with men and blaming my son for low morals,” she mutters.
I gape at her.
“He could be anybody? Why the fuck would you-“I go quiet and take a breath to control myself. It’s a family tour. I shouldn’t make things harder for dad.
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“Just leave already, Mary,”
Mary leaves, and I look at the man standing in front of me. He is wearing a white shirt, blank pants and he is holding a black jacket in his hands.
I squint my eyes in recognition. “You are… that…”
“Raylan Garcia.” He forwards his hand to shake. “We met at the hospital. I am sorry I didn’t introduce myself last
time.”
I take his hand in shock.
“I was hit on the head so I probably wouldn’t have remembered your name anyway,” I say, but I am confused.
If M has assigned me a guard… Does it mean he is not coming anymore? If M and Liam are the same person… then why would he assign a guard to me?
“Wh- Why are you here?”
“Mr. Miller has asked me to guard you 24 by 7. Also, he has sent this phone for you.”
My face brightens when I see him taking my phone out of his pocket.
“How the hell did he arrange that!” I exclaim and snatch it from his hand.
He laughs and I look at him.
“Come on in! I need to talk to you.” I gesture him to come inside while turning on my phone.
“Are you sure? That woman looked pissed that I was here…” He asks, hesitantly. “I don’t want to give your family the wrong idea.”
I turn on my phone and glance behind him. I wave him inside again.
“She was a nobody…”
Although she is thriving on my organ. I risked my life. Thanks to that decision I made, I have a 20 to 30 percent chance of a decrease in kidney function. I haven’t faced any problem with pain, nerve damage, or intestinal obstruction yet. What will happen if that day arrives? I would have nobody to save me.
Sometimes I really wonder. Is it still considered a good deed if I resent doing it? But then again, if the circumstances repeat, I will still donate my kidney to her. I did it because she was a mother figure for me. The one I never had. Seeing her on death bed was a scary realization. This is the reason I volunteered. No matter how bitter my life turned afterwards, at least Ethan showed me his true colors. I went to New York City and explored myself. Won a freaking jackpot.
“What do you want to talk about?” Raylan asks, and it breaks my chain of thoughts.
I sit on the corner of my bed and gestured to him to sit on the sofa. He is tall and blonde man. Heavy build. Typical bodyguard material. He gives me Texas vibes. But it’s hard to judge from his attire.
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“How do you wwwly wed a payow? fes it mean always hovering over their head?
He chuckles 11 depends
“And what do you do if someone objects to your presencer
He shrugs. “I do my job without getting too sisterly with them”
I nod
My phone turns on and chimes with a million missed calls and messages. Some calls are as recent as barely a few hours ago. The battery survived 3 freaking days. My heart flatters when I see M’s messages. He apologized for leaving in a hurry.
1 scratch my head because I am a little confused. Why is he giving me mixed signals? I need to be absolutely sure if they are the same person, and there is only one way to do it.
“So. Raylan. Did your boss explain why you have been assigned again?”
“No Mam. But I think you will be filled in about it by tomorrow.”
I glance at his clothes and say, “You can call me Avery. I won’t object to your presence this time… but you have to change your attire and just tell everyone that you are a sister from New York.”
He nods and informs me he has booked a room opposite the door to mine and I must inform him if I leave my room so he can escort me.
I roll my eyes. “Nothing happened. I am fine. I am allowing your stay for personal reasons.”
With Raylan around, at least no one can corner me again.
The door knocks again, and I snap.
“Who the hell is it now!” I stride towards the door.
I want this day to be over already. I have no mental capacity to deal with bullshit anymore. When I open the door and my mouth goes round, “Oohh…
M leans on the door frame and grins.
“Hello Wife.”
A wave of excitement runs all over my body. My lips twitch, but I suppress my smile.
“I thought you ditched me again.”
He squints his brows. “Again?”
I step aside to give him a way inside.
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It’s time to test how good of an actor he is.
<< . Miles.. >>
I wait in the lobby for 15 minutes then head towards Avery’s room. Fifteen minutes should be enough for him to brief her. Then he can leave her alone and go back to his own room.
I, like a good husband, am staying in her room. Fake or not.
“I thought you ditched me again,” she says and I take a pause.
What?
When I walk inside, I know instantly it’s a fucking trap.
