Page 56 of The Phyre that Burns

“You don’t know what I think, so how can you say that?”

I paused before speaking, choosing my words wisely. “You’re right. I don’t know what you think.”

“Do you live here?”

“I live in Chicago,” I repeated, not pointing out to her that I’d already informed her of this.

She rolled her eyes. “Is this where you’re staying while you’re in town?”

“Not initially, but I am now. Ma’am, this is not how I wanted to meet you. I know?—”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t expect too much from Phyre. He has commitment issues, and if he were serious about you, he would’ve mentioned you to me by now.”

“I’m pretty sure he has, but you may not remember.”

I watched her expression as she began to put two and two together.

“What did you say your name was again?”

“Ginae.”

“He may have mentioned you, but you’re not the kind of woman my son would settle down with.”

“You know what? You’re probably right. I’m only here for six months. Maybe he just wants to have some fun and go our separate ways.”

“I’m sure that’s all this is. Are you okay with that?”

I shrugged as I smirked, still looking her directly in her eyes.

“I’m a big girl. I’ve dealt with worse. For now, I’ll just enjoy living in this mini mansion, with a maid to do all the cleaning, and a chef to prepare all the meals.”

“You forgot to mention the most important one.”

“No, I chose not to mention the best perk because I’m sure there are certain things you’d rather not know about your son.”

When she realized what I meant, she gasped and looked disgusted by my words.

“I was referring to spending his money.”

“I have my own money, but Phyre is very generous with his.”

Before she could respond, my phone rang with a FaceTime call from Phyre.

“Hey, baby,” I answered, with my eyes still on his mother.

“Hey. Our last patient of the day canceled, so I’m on my way home. You didn’t respond to my text.”

“Oh, I’ve been a little preoccupied. What did it say?”

“I want your pussy as an appetizer and dessert. You down?”

“Phyre!” his mother shouted.

He recognized his mother’s voice immediately, and his face was covered in confusion.

“Your mother stopped by, and we were having a nice little chat,” I told him.

“Shit. I’ll be there soon.”