Chapter 126
Blake's POV
As I wait for my mom to arrive, my eyes study the amazing interior of the hotel I'm in. Thoughts flood my mind every second that passes. I smile as I recall the night I had with Kyrah and later on frown when I remember the reason that brought her there. My fucked up life. My almost-broken family. My dad doesn't want to see my mom at all, but I want to have a conversation with both of them. Right here. Today. An idea crosses my medulla and I immediately begin calling my dad. I want him to come here but I won't tell him that mom will be here too. Immediately I walk to the balcony and press the phone onto my ear.
"Son," Dad answers after clearing his throat twice.
"Dad, can we... talk? Maybe meet up somewhere? Where are you?" I ask, tapping the metallic rail of the balcony. He sighs before replying.
"I'm at your grandfather's," he says, atleast he's not too far. "Where do you want us to meet?" he asks and I inform him of my whereabouts.
"I'm at the Four Seasons hotel. Don't take too long."
"Alright I'm on my way," he says and hangs up.
I put my phone back into my pocket and glance at the beautiful palm trees propping themselves up on the sandy beach below the building I'm in. The wide blue ocean has waves slapping the shore every minute and the sound calms me, as it is mixed up with the sound of seagulls and swaying palm trees. The thing about this hotel that makes me love it, is the peaceful view of the ocean and that it's a private hotel. I'm pretty sure my mother has been sleeping in one of the suites here. It's a good place to hide, no paparazzi and no unnecessary teenage girls who want selfies with the son of Max and Reyna Dawson. I take off the sunglasses to get a better view of the beauty.
"It is quite peaceful." I hear my mom say, from behind me. Her deep, unmistakable accent makes me turn to look at her.
"Yes it is. Your safe haven, right?" I ask and she nods. I was right, she's been here all along.
She's dressed in a black pencil skirt and a white long sleeved shirt with the three top buttons undone, black heels on her feet and on her neck, a diamond necklace. Her hair is a black wave of curls. She doesn't have makeup on and for the first time I realize that it's been years since I saw her makeup free face. She always came downstairs for breakfast with her face made up.
She leans on the rail and inhales deeply with her eyes closed.
"Yes. I've been hiding here for a while now... How are you?" she questions.
Did she just ask that? I can't even remember the last time she asked me such a question without pride in her voice.
"I'm not fine, mom. You both left me alone to deal with the media and all that pressure is overwhelming. They were all over, day in, day out. Until Kyrah came and chased them away–" she cuts me off.
"I didn't call you here to talk about that little maggot." She sneers and I shake my head.
"Insulting her won't change the way I feel about her. Stop acting like you didn't try to murder her. You and that sicko Sabrina," I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep my cool. "I also didn't come here to argue. I came here to talk, to solve these problems in our family. Everything is falling apart mom, mostly because of you. Every bad thing you've been doing is now affecting dad and I. Why are you trying to drag us into your mess?" She stays quiet. "So you do drugs now, huh? And from the way dad has been acting, he had no idea about it. Why, mom? Why?" I'm trying as hard as I can to control my anger. She's my mother, and I know yelling won't solve anything.
"It's all about the extra money, love. Sometimes you do what you have to do to survive." She pulls a cigarette from behind her ear. Unbelievable! "Do you have a lighter, dear?" she asks and I stare at her.
"I don't smoke, so how do you expect me to have a lighter with me?" I say and she turns around and spots a waiter passing by and lucky for her, he has one and she helps herself light the cigarette and thanks the waiter and he leaves. "What do you need extra money for anyway? You're Mrs. Dawson, you have all the money in the world!"
"You see, son, your father has become a little stingy these days. The knobhead refused to lend me some money for shopping. Said the company's money wasn't meant for that–"
"The money isn't meant to cater for your shopping only. We have employees too. Besides, you spend too much money on your clothes!" I say and her jaw drops.
"I do not!" she argues and I shake my head. She takes a long puff of her cigarette and blows out the smoke, which I've become used to. We stay quiet for a moment and she glances at me. "I knew one day both of you would find out about what I've been doing. I felt like the grape company wasn't bringing in more money."
For generations our family has been growing grapes. We have massive acres of vineyards at my grandparents place and the grapes are used in so many ways, for making wine, jam, grape juice, jelly, grape seed extract, raisins, vinegar, and grape seed oil. All these have been bringing us alot of money. All companies in town buy our grapes and wine and we've had no competition for years! Yet my mom thinks the money isn't enough
"You say the money isn't enough, right? So where exactly has all the money been going? And also the money that you've been getting from selling drugs, where is it? You couldn't have just bought clothes!" I question and she looks away, embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry. The man that I've been with... He wants to take your father down, yes, he has money but... I was helping him get more by selling drugs and I... I've also been stealing money from the company and lending it to him, until we had an argument and he kicked me out of his house," she confesses and I gasp.
My eyes go wide and I take a step away from her, inhaling deeply.
"You've been spending time at his place? All this time? Yet I thought you were out of the country!" I yell and shake my head. "He fooled you, mom! Everyone is always jealous of our booming business yet you ran into the enemy's arms thinking he would help you get richer? For crying out loud, mom, he was using you! Now look what mess you made!" I throw my hands aimlessly in the air and continue yelling. "The company is almost bankrupt, your family isn't together because you cheated and now you're known for drug trafficking!" I pinch the brim of my nose while wincing. "This is unbelievable. How did you even ship the drugs from place to place?" I ask, arms tightly crossed in front of my chest, my fists curving into tight balls. I can feel my heart pounding hard. My teeth are clenched due to the frustration I'm feeling right now.
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