CHAPTER 29: LIAM

"How many times must I visit you Liam?" my mother asks, her legs crossed, hair slicked to the side, and her red bottoms visible.

She means business.

"Till you're tired and give up," I say uninterested, hoping she'd leave.

"You fucked up your date with Odette, the diplomat is furious," she expresses.

"He can hop on a plane back to France then, I'm sure there are many monsieurs glad to take her hand," the only way to play against Mother is to beat her at her sass game.

It's impossible, but I must try.

"LIAM MICHAEL CARUSO!" She thunders.

"I have real work to do, and you're interrupting me Ma," I tell her.

"I, your mother am not satisfied with the way you've been living lately."

"And, what do you mean by that?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"Liam. Why can't you understand that I only want the best for you? You'll realize it when you start seeing the benefits. A good partner…wife, will open the right doors for you and give you more influence," she sighs.

"Emma is a good wife," I reply

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