Chapter 242: Duchess

Out of all my boys, it’s TJ that I worry about the most. – Alana

About thirty minutes later, the mother and son were at the kitchen table. Nachos, tacos, beans, rice, salsa, guacamole and sour cream were laid out between them. Alana was finishing up the margaritas in her blender as Chance started eating his quesadilla.

“Okay, you have food and alcohol. Spill.” Alana said sitting down and pouring two small tumblers that were already salted.

He finished off his beer and accepted the margarita.

“She-"

“Give her a name.” At his scowl, she merely shrugged. “Make one up.”

“Duchess.” Chance said with a sneer. Alana nodded at him and fixed herself a taco.

“Duchess told me that I took whatever I wanted, to hell with the consequences.”

She had already heard all of this but did not rush him. It was his story. He should be the one to tell it.

“Said that I didn’t know anything about the women I was with. Probably did not even know their name. I told her that my partners left well satisfied.”

“Du