Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hunter
Rochelle’s mom stares back at me as if I have grown two heads. I look up and see Rochelle standing behind her, a frantic look on her face.
“What did you say your name was?” she asks, forcing me to tear my eyes away from my Angel.
“Hunter,” I explain again. “Hunter Alexander, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Although I am sorry that we woke you. I wouldn’t have come if I knew you were sleeping, ma’am.”
She straightens up in her seat and eyes me curiously for a moment before turning to her daughter. She motions for her to come forward. I watch the exchange between mother and daughter bitterly as my heart breaks seeing the load my Angel has been forced to carry without help for so many years.
“My goodness, Rochelle,” she whispers, loud enough for me to hear. “You could have warned me company was coming. I look a mess.”
Her thick Georgian accent makes me smile as I rise up to stand.
“I can wait outside,” I say, causing the two women in front of me to startle. “How about you get yourself fixed up and I will take you and Rochelle to breakfast, my treat.” I insist. I glance up and see Rochelle staring at me with wide, frightened eyes.
“Uh, no…” she stammers. “That isn’t such a good idea.
Momma here doesn’t get out, at all,” she says, taking her mother’s hand in her own and holding it on her mother’s frail shoulder.
“But I can cook?” She offers, making me grow sadder knowing that this has been her existence, caring for her mother day and night, working her ass off at school and the salon, and barely making ends meet.
I look down and see her mother pat her daughter’s hand in an exchange of thanks for speaking up for her. Nodding my head a few times, I accept defeat but don’t go down without a compromise.
“Only if you let me help,” I say, earning me a smile from Rochelle’s mother.
Rochelle gives me a small grin as she turns and makes her way back into the kitchen and opens the window over the sink, giving some much needed fresh air to the space around us.
She begins to do the dishes, hurrying to clear a spot for us to work and I slowly start to make my way toward her.
“Well now, Rochelle, this young boy has my blessing with those dreamy eyes and manners most can’t even muster up the respect for these days.”
A slight laugh escapes my lips, as Rochelle turns around, puts her hands on her hips, and gives me a sly smile knowing I am pouring it on thick. But I can’t help it. My mother raised her son right. Sylvia too, I wouldn’t exchange my manors for the world.
Coming up to Rochelle in the kitchen, I slowly wrap my arms around her middle and nestle into her neck. She lets me, both of us knowing her mother can’t see us so she can’t protest.
“But, if you’re planning on wooing her Hunter, you better make an honest woman out of her as well!”
“Mother!” Rochelle squeals in my arms as she loosens her hold on me and I laugh into her hair.
“Wouldn’t dream of doing anything but just that, Mrs. Thomas!” I shout. Her mother hums with approval.
“That’s a promise,” I wink as I kiss Rochelle’s lips tenderly and spin her around in my arms.
With her arms braced against the sink, I take the sponge from her hands and turn on the water. She gives me a wicked smile, before pushing her delicious round ass back against my cock.
I close my eyes and groan, wishing I could take what she is offering. “Something I can help you with, Mr. Alexander?” my Angel sasses.
I nestle my mouth close to her ear and whisper. “Nothing I won’t make your fine ass pay for later, Ms. Thomas. But first, let me help you do the dishes, and show your Momma her daughter is in good hands.”