32: Mother Meets The Boyfriend!

Xavier clicked his tongue in frustration, jumping off the bed, as the persistent ringing echoed in the house. “Who the hell could it be?” He grumbled, fetching his tablet from the nightstand, to check the security camera. He couldn't think of anyone who would be visiting that early and unannounced. “Shit!” He tossed the tablet on the bed carelessly and began gathering the discarded clothes in haste.

“Get dressed, boyfriend.” He beamed, throwing Stephen his clothes, and trotted towards the bathroom to dump the used condom in the bin.

“Who is it?” Stephen asked leisurely, without moving a muscle. Xavier re-entered the room and glared at Stephen's unbothered figure.

“I suggest you get your ass up and get dressed or prepare to meet, Hilda Cavill, butt naked,” Xavier growled pulling on his trousers.

“As in your mother?” Stephen shrieked, understanding the need for haste. At Xavier's nod, the latter began swearing and grunting under his breath, pulling on his clothes rashly. “Perhaps I ca