Mom has a scandal? Impossible!
'M-Mom…?"
Melissa's eyes widened as she heard the familiar voice from behind her. She quickly jumped from the embrace of the man with her and turned back to see the one who called her name.
It was her daughter.
'R-Roxanne…" Her mother's jaw dropped as she uttered those words.
She didn't expect Roxanne to be back home at the time. There were still a couple of hours more before she would close from her gym. Unknown to Melissa, Roxanne didn't do any practice because of what transpired between her and her coach.
Roxanne's widened eyes slowly brought out tears, streaming down her cheek to her jaw as they dripped. She was still in shock, unable to fully grasp what had just happened. She knew one thing, though.
Her mother was definitely making out with the man in front of her.
'Roxanne… I can explain. It's not what you think…" Melissa said, leaving the man and rushing to meet her daughter.
She quickly buttoned up the parts of her shirt that were opened and exposed a portion of her breasts and underwear.
'Stay away from me!" Roxanne screamed.
Her mother was taken aback by this sudden change of pace. She showed a guilty, yet sad look in her eyes. However, she had something she had to say to her daughter so she would understand. She just had to…
'H-How could you…" Roxanne muttered.
More tears dropped from her eyes. She was hurt, her heart ached her so much that she felt like ripping it out. Her body felt hot and her hands were beginning to hurt from her having clenched them for too long.
'Roxanne, please just listen to me… Let me explain-' Melissa pleaded
'Shut up!" Roxanne screamed once again.
The pain from earlier in the gym was also beginning to resurface. The feeling of betrayal, her mentor and now her mother… It was too much for her to bear as the weight seemed to crush her whole.
'Roxanne, calm yourself" A deep, masculine voice came from behind her mother.
Roxanne's hurt and tear filled eyes darted from her mother's apologetic face went to the man she was with, who stood up from where he sat and made out with her mother. He had already put on his shirt while she was focused on her mom and he seemed somewhat intimidating to her.
He had salty brown hair and a cleanly cut beard. He was at least 6ft tall, with a finely toned body and great muscles the size of a veteran athlete. Roxanne found it strange for someone who looked like that to be found hooking up with a widow like her mom.
'… You should listen to your mother." The man continued in a calm and amicable way.
'Who the hell is this bastard?!" Roxanne's thoughts screamed with rage.
He looked so calm and casual, as if nothing had happened. His expression was too clear, devoid of guilt or shame. He had a form of understanding as he gazed upon her, almost as if… He was pitying her.
'Who the hell are you? Are you crazy?! You dare talk to me like that after messing around with my mother?!" Roxanne yelled