Help, My Mom is Obsessed with Boy's Love! Chapter 2

I nodded slowly, pretending to finally understand.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked, “Ms. Davis, would you consider—”

I held up a hand, cutting him off, and rushed towards the restroom. I stayed there for a good ten minutes.

“Sorry,” I said upon returning. “My old job as a hotel manager… it was so busy, I never had time for bathroom breaks. I got used to holding it in. Now that I’m older, my kidneys aren’t what they used to be.”

“My last check-up wasn’t great. Tried to take better care of myself, but it didn’t really help.”

Jason visibly tensed but managed a polite smile, seemingly unsure if I was serious.

“You’re too impressive, Chloe. I’m worried I’m not good enough for you. But if you’re interested, of course, we could give it a try.”

Mom clapped her hands together and leaned back, grinning like an idiot.

Jason offered me his contact info, asking me to add him. My eyes flickered, and I waved my hand apologetically again. “Sorry, gotta use the restroom again.”

I repeated this charade four or five times, really selling the “bad kidneys” story.

When I returned the final time, Jason’s face was dark, arms crossed, looking impatiently at Mom.

I glanced down at the barrage of texts from Stella on my phone – mostly variations of "Where the hell are you?" and "Why didn't you clean up my makeup disaster?"

I snapped a picture of Jason and sent it back. "Sorry, sis. Mom set me up on a blind date. Bit busy today. Actually, I'll probably be busy a lot from now on... busy dating."

Sure enough, Stella unleashed a flood of sixty-second angry voice messages, demanding to know why Mom found me such a hot guy and demanding my location.

A smile touched my lips. I generously sent her the address.

I remembered vividly how, as I lay dying, Stella had been in the operating room punching numbers on a calculator, figuring out how much my organs would fetch.

She had conspired with Jason, personally forcing the drugged milk down my throat. Afterward, she’d stood over me like a victor.

“My dear sister, who told you to be so stupid? Can’t even keep a man interested. If you had any charm, he wouldn’t have cheated with a guy. This is all your fault, your incompetence. You deserve to die.”

Since she was so capable, this “blessing” was hers for the taking.

Mom was desperately trying to make conversation between Jason and me. Jason just leaned back in his chair, ignoring her, scrolling through his phone.

Mom shot me frantic looks. I pretended not to notice, patiently waiting for Stella to storm in.