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“I don’t want him to,” I cry.
“Why?” she asks, clearly not understanding what my issue is.
“I don’t need to be taken care of. I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of his kindness or using him for his money. I can take care of myself,” I say, not able to explain the part about wanting to keep him as far away from my problems with Mateo as possible. That would just cause her to worry, and I don’t want that.
“Honey, it is okay to let someone love you.”
“He does not love me,” I say, not even willing to consider what that might mean for us.
“Really? Because that’s what it looks like to me.” She smiles in that knowing way, and I feel the pit in my stomach grow a little deeper.
“No… he just… he’s just being a good person,” I say, willing the memory of Bodhi and me together in his bed last night from my mind.
She hums, figuring it’s not worth arguing over any longer, and on any other subject I might fight her on it, but right now I’m just thankful to put the idea to rest.
He can’t love me. He doesn’t. It would only be so much worse for him if Mateo found out and decided he was worth some kind of leverage. He already pits my mom’s life against me, and I can’t have him using Bodhi too.
Please don’t love me, I think as my mother stands and carries our dishes to the sink.
Please don’t.
Chapter 50
I settle back in the hotel bed, wishing Keaton was with me. I had to leave for Somerset the morning after we picked her car up from Milo, and immediately hated being so far away.
This job is starting to grate on me more and more as the season progresses. I’m seriously considering telling my dad that he can kiss my ass and just find a replacement for me. I’d have to make sure that my mom was taken care of and figure out a way to take care of Nana and Pops as well, but it’d be worth it to not have to do this shit anymore.
For now, I pick up my phone and give Keaton a call, wanting to hear her voice before I go to bed.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Princess, are you busy?” I ask, resting my forearm on top of my head.
“No, just getting ready to lay down. How is it up north?” She asks. Somerset is only about three hours north of Sancte Alto, but with qualifying and race day back to back, it’s easier to just stay the night.
“Fine, I guess,” I sigh.
“Just fine?”
I chuckle, envisioning the way she arches her eyebrow at me when she gets an attitude.
“It’s nice, but it’s not home,” I say, but what I really mean is that it’s not the same without her nearby.
“I guess I can understand that,” she says, her voice distant.
She must have set the phone down for something. Probably changing her clothes. Images of her naked body flash through my mind and my cock twitches to life.
“Yeah, I’d much rather be there with you,” I say, keeping the conversation light for the most part.
“I bet,” she laughs lightly.
“So, how was your day?” I’m genuinely curious, but also hoping that something she says might distract me from my urge to palm my growing erection.
“Really? How was my day?” She scoffs lightheartedly, the humor in her voice obvious.
“Yeah… why wouldn’t I ask you about your day?”
“Why would you?” she counters, and I’m not sure I like what she’s implying. I thought we had established our relationship with one another already. When she laughs and continues, I sigh with relief.
