"Nicolas? Is it really you?"

I let out the breath I was holding. "Yes, maman."

"I thought you were mad at me." She said softly.

"I was. But then I thought about it... and I don't know. You're my mother-"

"Your father-"

"I didn't call to talk about my father." I stated firmly.

"Okay." She said slowly. "How are you? Everything okay?"

"Why did you call me?"

"I... I heard about the exhibit. I heard it was a success. That deal you made with-"

"Do you really want to talk about money?" My tone was not the sweetest but I couldn't help it. I was hurt and the last thing I wanted to talk about was possible clients and future deals.

"I'm- I'm trying, Nicolas."

Then I heard it in her voice. And it was rare, but I could feel it. She was hurting, too.

"I'm sorry. How are you doing?" Those words felt strange in my mouth. I had never had a normal conversation with my mom.

"We're doing great." Of course, she was talking about her new husband. "We were actually thinking about visiting."

"Me?"

"Of course, mon beau. Who would I be visiting?" She chuckled.

"Oh, okay." I cleared my throat. "Uhm- when?"

"Probably next week. I'll have to arrange a few meetings there, too."

Of course.

"Sure, uhm... just let me know."

"I'll text you, okay?" I heard she was going to hang up when I decided to just tell her.

"Uhm, maman. I- I have a girlfriend."

"Une petite copine?" I could feel her smiling. Her son was straight once again, less of a problem. "Since when?"

"A few months now."

"Is it serious? Or is it one of your-"

"It is. Serious. She's my whole life." I said firmly.

"Oh la la! Les amoureux!" She laughed. "Then I want to meet her! Let's have lunch all together!"

Great. You did that to yourself, Nico.

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"Bébé, it's gonna be okay." I sat at Cara's new bed, aka Brandon's old bed, while she went through her closet -now that she had one- to decide was she was going to wear.

"It's not. I'm not good with people, you know that." Cara then seemed to remember something and tapped her forehead. "I don't speak French! What am I gonna say? Bébé?! I can't call your mom bébé!"

I laughed hard. I had to admit that was funny. She didn't think so, though. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Nico."

I lowered my voice after I calmed down, still looking at her amused. "Cara."

"I'm being serious."

"My mom speaks english, bébé. Her husband, too. You don't have to worry about that." I added, following the little stars on her sheets with my fingers.

"Okay, well, and what are we going to talk about?" She turned to look through her clothes again.

"Who knows." I shrugged. "My mom's a bitch."

"Great, now I feel even more intidimated."

"Intimidated."

"Yeah, that too." She sighed and turned to look at me. "I don't like you right now."

"Would you like me better if I took this off?" I asked, beginning to pull at the hem of my T-shirt.

She quickly walked towards me and grabbed my hands. "Stop! My family is downstairs."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, casually resting my crossed arms on her butt and pouted up at her. "But you have this amazing bed now. It should be a shame if we didn't try it out."

Cara scrunched up her nose, a little smile tugging at her lips. "You are a shame."

I gasped. "Take that back."

She smirked. "Make me."

I stood up quickly and walked towards the door.

Cara frowned, her green eyes following me. "You're leaving?"

"Well, you keep teasing me but you're giving me nothing, so I'm gonna go bother Ben." I smiled tightly leaning my body on the doorframe.

"I don't know if I preferred when you guys didn't like each other." She made a face and I chuckled. "Just before you leave, this one or this one?" She asked, showing me two different summer dresses.

It was incredibly hot these days and despite my hatred for the summer heat, I appreciated the sight of those magnificent legs.

"That one." I pointed with my head to the left one.

"But it's too girly."

"Then you have your answer."

Cara rolled her eyes and I walked away, smiling to myself.

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My mom couldn't be more pretentious. The place she had chosen to meet was the rooftop of one of the most expensive hotels in the city. Cara fidgeted beside me in the elevator. I had to stop her three times from biting her nails.

"It's just a couple of hours, I promise you won't have to see her ever again."

"But if I'm gonna be part of your life-"

"We'll try that she isn't." I smiled tightly.

"Nico, it's your mom. Don't say that." She frowned, her fingers coming up to her mouth again.

I slapped her hand. "Wait until you know her."

"It can't be that bad."

The doors of the elevator opened. Cara glanced at me, concern all over her face.

"Right?"

I couldn't handle how cute she was. I placed a light kiss on her lips and smiled. "Come on."

We stepped out of the elevator, the sun covered by white triangular shades that tried to cool the ambience. It was still extremely hot, but my mom's urge of being in one of the best places in the city replaced the one of being under the AC.

My mom was already there. Even though Cara and I used to be late, we did in fact, arrived early, knowing how much my mom hated unpunctuality. 

Her dark hair was styled as always, her signature gigantic sunglasses covering most of her face. She was wearing a bold red lipstick, a tight black dress and heels of the same color. Her new husband, which looked exactly like the previous one, was bulky and tall, the shirt tight around his shoulders and his hair styled a little too high. He couldn't possibly be much older than me. Probably around six or seven years.

As if she had a radar, my mom turned around, smile as wide as Botox allowed her and stared at us. Her husband followed her, both of them getting up from their table.

"Bonjour, mon beau!" She smiled, giving me a quick kiss. "You must be the girlfriend." She turned her head to Cara as I nodded to her husband, who smiled a little unsure, rubbing his palms against his jeans.

"Yeah, nice to meet-" Cara was cut off when my mom placed one kiss on each of her cheeks. I should've warned her about that.

"It's my pleasure."

She didn't even bother to ask her name.

"She's Cara, maman." I tried to relax and put on a little smile.

My mom nodded, quickly gesturing to the table, the smile never leaving her face. There were already drinks for us at the table. As we all sat down, my mom scanned Cara. "You have an amazing body, ma chérie. What do you do?"

I grabbed a glass of water, handing it to Cara. "She's a figure-"

"Not anymore." Cara smiled tightly, cutting me off. "I was an athlete, but I broke my foot." She shrugged, trying to play it down, but I could see the pain in her eyes.

"Have you considered being a model?" She asked, lowering her sunglasses, her piercing blue eyes on display.

Cara frowned. "Uhm-"

Just then, the waiter interrupted us. "I'll have the seafood paella and the lady will have the Tasmanian salmon fillet with carrot purée." My mom's new husband surprised us all with his voice. Oh, so he was all quiet but he decided to speak just to order for my her?

"He's my nutritionist." My mom giggled.

"Mhm- I'll have the Delmonico steak." I said, handing the waiter the menu. To be honest, it was the first thing I read.

I glanced at Cara, who was a little overwhelmed, trying to read it. She glanced at me, searching for help. "I don't..."

"Can I give you a suggestion?" I asked. She nodded quickly, staring down at the menu again. "I think you'll like the spring carbonara." I gave her a little smile.

"Okay, that." She nodded to the waiter, handing him the menu.

"Parfait." He smiled, before walking away. He definitely wasn't french, he just wanted to impress my mom.

"So, you were saying..." my mom smiled at my girlfriend. Cara fidgeted.

"Mom, you're making her uncomfortable."

"I'm just saying, Nicolas. She's a very pretty girl and her factions are the ones of a model. She's tall enough and her figure is perfect." She shrugged naively. "Do you know how to walk? Does your foot allow you to wear heels?"

Surprisingly, Cara seemed somehow interested in the conversation, so I limited myself to look at her. "Not yet. But I- I have good balance. I've been ice skating since I was four."

"That's great!" My mom clapped. Did she come to talk to me or to talk business?

"Could you photograph her, Nicolas? Just the usual, you know how model agencies work."

"You would like that?" I asked Cara.

"I-" she shook her head, confused. "I don't know. Maybe. I wanna try new things."

"Okay." I nodded. I didn't know if she was saying all this just to please my mom, because she thought she had to take every opportunity that turned up, or because she really wanted to do it. I had talked about it with her before but I didn't know it had interested her.

Maybe we had been avoiding the topic about what she would do with her life after her career as a figure skater ended a little bit.

Okay, maybe a lot.

I didn't want her to hurt, get overwhelmed or offended by anything I might say so I just didn't ask. She would figure it out eventually. I always thought it would have to do something with that world, though. Maybe it hurt too much coming back.

Our food arrived and I could feel my mom's husband was glad to focus on one thing other than listening.

After a while of my mom's interrogation, she suddenly sighed and grabbed Cara's hand. She was surprised since the conversation hadn't been fixed on her all this time. She had just limited herself to listen and eat, smiling here and there. Nodding and adding a few comments.

"I'm just so glad you have a girlfriend. I was just beginning to think I wouldn't have grandchildren."

Cara almost choke on her pasta.

"Oh, so you're glad 'cause she's a girl?" I scoffed.

"Mais bien sûr, mon chou. Of course, you could have always adopted, but it's not the same." She shrugged. "I have a legacy to leave. I don't want you to spend it on who knows what. Everything will go to my grandchild."

"And what if we don't wanna have children?"

My mom's husband excused himself and got up from the table, taking a phone call. Cara was just watching us as if it was a tennis match.

My mom laughed. "She's just young, but you'll want them at some point. How old are you again? 17?"

I just bit my tongue, it wasn't worth it. Not anymore. I wanted children, I just didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"I'm 22." Cara said confused, glancing at me. I think she was a little amused by all this. My mom was quite a character, difficult to understand.

My mom cocked her head. "Hum. You can't be wasting your time then. The model industry doesn't wait. I thought you were younger."

"Why would I be with a 28 year-old if I was 17?" Cara asked, a confused smile on her face.

My mom laughed again. "I don't like to judge." Oh, no. You sure don't. "Look at me. He's 32." She said lowly, covering her mouth from me. I still could hear her though.

So her husband was just 4 years older than me, great.

Cara snorted. I think she was subtly laughing at my mom, but the latter thought she was just following her.

"We're just getting on so well, Nicolas. Maybe you guys should leave us alone now, so us girls can have a few drinks." My mom winked at Cara.

Cara laughed again. "Yeah. Maybe a drink is just what's missing."

I smiled to myself.

She gets it.

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Cara laughed hard in my car on our way to my apartment. "Oh my god, she's such a-"

"Bitch?" I suggested as I started the engine.

"Yeah, that." She chuckled.

"Told ya." I smiled. "I'm glad you didn't take her serious."

"Oh, no. I just think... I don't know. It seems like she lives in a completely different world."

"She does." I nodded. "Were you serious about the whole modeling thing?"

Cara smiled nervously, glancing out the window. "Yeah. I just- I wouldn't like to get into that world because of your mom. I would go crazy. But I... I think you could help me."

"Of course I would." I smiled. "You just let me talk with a few people, photograph yourself."

"Is it gonna be like when you painted me?"

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. A silly smile on her face as her pointy ears and neck turned red. A faint blush on her cheeks, too.

"You're horny, aren't you?"

She laughed, raising her eyebrows a little as she turned to look at me, approaching her face to my neck. "How can you know?"

"I just learnt to read you." I smirked. "You really want me to photograph you naked?"

"I don't know." She kissed my neck, goosebumps covering my skin. "Maybe."

I arrived at my apartment in less than five minutes. My bulge constricting my pants.

Cara breathed hard as I pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my hips. "So antsy."

"I'm sorry, madame." I bit her earlobe. "Would you like for me to go slower?"

"No, please."

I chuckled. "That's what I though."

I pulled her panties to the side with one of my hands, my fingers testing her wetness. I introduced two of my fingers as my thumb stroked her clit. Cara caught her breath, as she closed her eyes, driving her head back. "Oh god."

I pulled my hand away just to pull my pants down and grabbed my erection, positioning it at her entrance, her lower lips embracing it with warmth. "You drive me crazy, bébé."

She closed her mouth around mine and just when I was about to thrust, she pushed at my chest gently out of breath. "Ni- Nico. Condom."

"Fuck."

I lowered her down, grabbed her hand and pulled her with me towards my bedroom, pushing her down on my mattress. "I wanted so bad to fuck you against that wall. But I guess this bed isn't bad either."

Cara smiled, her hands gripping my neck. "No, it isn't."

I quickly put on a condom and thrust into her hard. She moaned loud, her nails digging into the skin behind my neck. We kissed hard as I pounded her, her teeth finding my lower lip.

I grabbed her ankles and placed them on my shoulders, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as my dick deepened inside her. She moaned and breathed hard, mumbling incoherent things.

At some point, I rubbed at her clit in circular motions and started going slower, but harder.

"Oh- god- Ni-co." Each syllable after a thrust.

"Bébé, I'm coming." I mumbled against her lips.

"I'm coming, too." She pressed little kisses agains mine.

I felt her explosion on my fingers, her walls closing around my erection, the pressure making me come like I had never done it. I breathed out hard, lowering her legs to the bed and laying down on top of her. My body crushing hers. She caressed my curls as she hummed in delight.

"That was... how do you say incredible in French?"

"Incroyable." I smiled.

"Well, that." She tried to repeat the words in a whisper.

I kissed her right nipple that was just peeking out of her bra and she giggled, trying to push me off her.

"Cara."

"Nico." She mimicked me.

"Let's go."

"But I'm comfy." She said.

"No, I mean- let's go. Let's go see the world."

"Now?" She asked surprised, glancing down at me. I placed my chin on her chest.

"Tomorrow, I don't fucking care. I just wanna travel with you."

She frowned. "Are you being serious right now ?"

I laughed. "Yeah. This summer is enough for me, I just-"

A little smile began to curl up her lips.

"I'm just so in love with you, Cara. I want you to see the world, I want to experience that with you, I want to make love to you in twenty different countries and five different languages."

At this point, she was laughing hard. "Do you know that many languages?"

"I don't, but moaning can't be too different in German, right?"

She laughed, pressing a light kiss to my lips, the smile never fading.

"You're crazy."

"I'm crazy about you." I mumbled against her mouth.

"Okay." She nodded with a smile. "What is our first destination?"

A wave of excitement ran all over my body. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so happy.

"I don't know yours, but mine is just right here." I said driving my lips down her stomach, stopping just at her mount of Venus.

She closed her legs aroused. "Nico."

"Yes, bébé?" I mumbled before licking her.

She closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Je t'aime."

I smiled up at her. "I love you more."

THE END

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Started July 2020, finished September 2021.

Hey guys!

I know.

It's been a long, long time. In case you didn't read what I posted on my wall, a lot of things happened. Today I began a new job, so that's exciting.

Hope you guys liked it. It's not the best ending, but after all this time it's the best I could do.

Don't worry!!! Stop coming at me! You know I love epilogues and there will also be 3 of them. I just have a vague idea of what they'll be about.

And as I mentioned before, I will be writing another story. Don't know when, but I'm planning to. I miss writing too much. Who do you think it'll be about?

Thank you so much for reading and supporting guys! It'll mean the world to me if you recommended my stories to the world :) reading people comments makes my day ♥️

Marta xx