“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Levi throws his head back as he empties himself inside of me. He slumps forward breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around him craving the body contact as a blissful sigh leaves me.
After our breathing returns to normal he tries to move off me. I tighten my arms and legs around him. He chuckles. “I know my weight has to be heavy on you, baby.”
“I don’t care,” I murmur. I don’t want him to move. He settles back on top of me for a few minutes before rolling us over so that I’m the one on top. We stay tangled together for the rest of the night.
Chapter Eleven
MIA
I shouldn’t be here. For the second time in less than a month I’m seated in my mother’s presence and to say the tension in the room is thick would be an understatement.
We haven’t spoken since she called me an embarrassment to the family. The part that really bothered me was that she said she never even called to apologize. It makes me think that she truly means it. My hand tightens around my glass of water as I take a sip.
We’re seated at The Flamingo, an upscale restaurant on the north side of Chicago.
“Can you pass the bread Mia?” my father asks pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
“Sure Daddy,” I say handing the breadbasket to him.
He smiles in thanks and I’m able to relax marginally.
He was able to get the day off work to join Mya, mom and I for this brunch. It’s a relief because he is the buffer, I think we need.
The restaurant is pretty empty for this time of day and there aren’t too many people seated near us which is probably a good thing. When Mya approached me about coming out to this dinner, she said she thought it would be a good thing. She was positive that mom felt bad about her comments and was going to apologize.
We been sitting here for about thirty minutes and she’s barely even glanced my way.
God, I wish Levi were here. He had to fly to Los Angeles for a photo shoot a few days ago and I miss him like crazy. Before we started dating, I would miss him when he was gone, but it wasn’t like this. Now that he’s gone, it feels like a part of me is missing.
He’s had my heart since we were kids, but now it’s like he has my soul as well. Having him here would probably make me a lot calmer.
We make small talk until our food is brought out with Mya and Mom doing most of the talking. I mostly tune them out, not really interested in what they’re talking about.
The aroma of the steak from my plate wafts up to me making my stomach growl. I’m just cutting into it when I hear my mother say
“So, Mia, Mya tells me you’re dating Levi.”
I pause and shift my gaze to Mya shooting her an accusing glare. She looks back at me apologetically.
Straightening my spine, I meet my mother’s gaze. “Yes, we’ve been dating for a few weeks now.”
Her lips turn downward, and I can already tell I’m not going to like whatever she has to say.
She breaks eye contact to pour dressing on her salad. “Do you think it’s wise to date somebody like him?”
“Martha,” Daddy murmurs warningly.
It’s too late my hackles are already rising.
“What does that mean somebody like him?” I say putting my fork down.
She puts hers down as well. “Somebody who travels all the time around the world. He’s a model for heaven’s sake. He sees beautiful women all the time.”
I clench my hands into fist beneath the table.
“Mom, Levi loves Mia very much. I’ve seen the way he is with her,” Mya says.
I want to tell her that Levi hasn’t told me he loves me yet, but I bite my tongue. It will only add fuel to my mother’s argument. I think he loves me; his actions certainly tell me that he does. He just hasn’t said the words yet. I know I’m in love with him. I’m just waiting for the right time to tell him.
Mom rolls her eyes “Oh please. He travels a lot, am I right?”
“What does his travel schedule have to do with his faithfulness to me?” I demand scooping up a forkful of mashed potatoes and shoving them into my mouth.
I need to do something to stop myself from jumping across the table and trying to shake some sense into her.
My palms grow sweaty and I start to tap my foot restlessly. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.
“It has a lot to do with it. All the boys in that family are rich and successful. Do you really think he’s going to be able to stay faithful with women throwing themselves at him?”
I feel a slight tingle in my throat, so I clear it before glaring across the table at my mother. “I trust him. He would never do that to me.”
The look she gives me is pitying, like she feels sorry for me and it only pisses me off further.
“Martha, if Mia is happy with Levi that’s all that matters, now let’s drop it,” my dad says.
The tingling in my throat increases making it harder to concentrate. I clear my throat several times in a row.
Mya looks over at me in concern. “Are you alright?”
I nod my head although suddenly I’m starting to feel hot.
She turns on him her
