49

Brothel, Cold Moon Pack.

Sloane watched her mother tear into the meals with a straight face, meanwhile from the inside, she wished there was a way of stopping her.

Why's she doing this to her even after knowing she and her mate her just managing, but she has to be here in their room eating and digging into every meal she finds her hands on.

By now Sloane has lost count of how many plates her mother had brought in and out of the kitchen.

"I have a question though. Do you trust you mate that well with your colleagues? The fact that he's the guard always with them assigning them to their different posts for each night shouldn't be scary enough?" Two hands in the plate, her mother asked in between a full mouth.

Sloane can't seem to differentiate between burger, lasagna and fries in her mother's mouth… she's eating everything together without caring. How the hell will she tell her they are broke and managing the rest of the food stuffs left in the house?

"That is the least of my problem at the moment. He can do whatever he lives, maybe by then I'll have an excuse to leave him." Her mother watched her hiss through her teeth.

"You don't love him anymore?" She's confused.

"Love? There's only live where there's money. You think if he does any trash with any of the ladies I'd be up for a fight or what? I don't seem to care. He'll be the one to cater for them not me."

Then lowly, she said to herself
"Me being here is only because I'm able to cater for myself."

Before she can bat her lashes her mother was already on the way to the kitchen for the fifth? No, sixth time today.

"Can you pkess stop eating so greedily already, mother? Or where do I go looking for food this time around when I rarely get called for a job? Or you think it's all rosy? Okay then eat the whole brothel down but don't forget to eat me alongside." She screamed high on the top of her voice, her mother freezing to the spot immediately.

Even the plate in her head almost slipped to the floor. "You just yelled at me?" She gulped down nothing as she stared at her not so bothered daughter who crossed her hands over the table without a word.

"I did. You can do inside there one again though. Not an issue but remember to take me along with you to whatever man you're visiting tonight maybe I'd eat there after you've eaten the whole house down." She answered with a roll of eye.

"I should have known all wasn't well considering you were practically frowning as I was eating. You could have told me though, what's with the yell?" A glare at her daughter and she dropped the plate on the table in her front, angered.

"I should have told you when a good mother would have sensed it? C'mon mom, my mate is only but a guard and men rarely visit the brothel nowadays. Where do you expect us to get the money for feeding?"

"Oh, I guess you didn't know that when you insisted on not rejecting Marcus but accepting him. You think you can shout on me after everything is all destroyed you're not worth nothing?" The bad look her mother gave her caused her to flare her arms, and smirk.

"As if you weren't the one who pushed me into seducing him in the first place just to spite Alexia, that poor girl. But look where she is now while I am here suffering with the Marcus in question. If I hadn't listened to you, no way would I know Marcus was my mate but I ruined my life already. That should satisfy us both, shouldn't it?"

Speechless and also with shame, her mother walked out of the door with her back, not blind to see the death glare her own daughter was throwing at her.

Meanwhile, it's not as if she can't make a retort but it was her fault for the situation her daughter his now and thus, no words deserve to be out of her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Done for the day, Marcus entered their room, confused when he saw Sloane packing stuffs from the closet.

"I'm packing as you can see." She rudely responded and soon her luggages are prepared and intact.

"Don't tell me you're leaving?" Marcus didn't dare leave the door open, he closed it behind him, tucking its keys.

"I am. I've had enough, Marcus." She said on the bed, repeatedly taking glimpse at the annoyingly slow wall clock.

"You want to leave? Are you joking? You can't just make such a decision overnight. I understand you've been angry at me for done time now but I think it's high time you let go of whatever I might have done and let's live in peace. Please, Sloane, are you hearing me…?" All of his words were falling to other side of her ear.

"Wait, you think I can't leave or what?" She picked at that single statement, getting up her feet.

"I know you can leave but where do you even know or what money do you have to cover a new shelter expenses?"

"You shouldn't worry about but yourself Marcus." She laughed, staring at her normal nails lacking of the usual glinting polish.

"Take a look at me, you can't even afford a meal, talk more of the clothes I desire. I can never go a week without going for nails fixing but here I am choosing to suffer with you and complicating your life the more."

"I'm not that selfish. I will leave you because then at least, you'd be able to take care of yourself and start feeding your poor stomach." She went for her luggage, pushing past him and then turning, eyes red in demand for the key to the door.

Marcus sighed, "If it's about money, Sloane…" he brought out his entire salary and stretched it forth towards her.