Vegas, part three
''How did you sleep, honey?''
''Fine, mom,'' I answer and I take a sip of my coffee. Waking up with Samantha in my arms was amazing. Since we had no plans, I thought we could sleep in. Order some room service and maybe walk around the city a little.
Then my phone started buzzing and I want to turn it off, but then I read the message. My mom asks me to join her for breakfast and I sigh. I want to stay in bed with Samantha, but my mom and I never spend real time together. I couldn't blame that all on her, so I replied that I was on my way.
''Is Samantha still sleeping?''
''No, she is in the gym right now.''
My mom only nods and she smiles when she reads the text message that pops up on her phone.
''What is it, mom?''
''Nothing, honey. I'm just happy that we get to spend some time together before all the craziness starts. Final fitting, a spa appointment, lunch, and then we have the rehearsal dinner tonight! Trisha, darling!''
My mom waves and Trisha walks over to us.
''Good morning, dear. You look gorgeous as always. Alexander, don't you agree that Trisha looks stunning? Are you all alone, dear? Where is Kyle?''
''Good morning and thank you, Camilla. You look radiant if I may say so, must be the pre-wedding glow! Kyle is never up before noon, so it's just me for now.''
''Well, then please join us! The buffet is over there and the food is excellent!''
''Great! I will be right back.''
Trisha walks away and I glare at my mom.
''Come on, Alexander. She was all alone, it would be rude not to invite her to sit with us. Besides, you know that I adore her and I always thought the two of you would end up together. You would make such a cute couple!''
''That is never going to happen, mom.''
''Darling, you are young and naive. Falling for a girl who spreads her legs for everyone. Like mother like daughter. You should have heard the stories Charles told me about Samantha's mother. It's no wonder that the poor girl doesn't know who her father is!''
I take a few deep breaths and shake my head.
''Perhaps you should take a good look in the mirror, mom. You're not unfamiliar with sleeping around also.''
My mom's face turned white as a sheet, but I don't regret my words.
''You are telling me that Samantha is not good enough for me because of her family. Well, she could say the same thing about you! You cheated on dad and you left us for almost a year. You came back only to cheat on dad again! Ruining our family again! So, who are you to judge Samantha or her mom?''
''Alexander!'' my mom utters.
''What, mom? Everything I said was nothing but the truth. It only took me like ten years to finally say it out loud, but I said it! I'm done pretending, but you are getting married and I don't want to ruin your wedding. Therefore I will walk you down the aisle and I will smile for the pictures but don't expect anything else from me.
I see Trisha is coming back and I get up.
''You can make your assumptions about Samantha, but it doesn't change a thing. I'm with her and if you want to stay involved in my life, you will respect that. Also, believe me when I say that Trisha and I will never happen. She is not even a friend or someone I like. She is just a girl that I go to school with and that's it. So, stop giving her false hope!''
My mom is quick to hide her shock and she even has the audacity to look genuinely hurt that I dare to accuse her of something like that.
''I would never do such a thing!''
''Alexander, you are accusing me of a horrible thing, and without any proof, might I add!''
I snatch my mom's phone from the table and touch the screen.
''Then why did Trisha text you that she was almost here?''
''The food looks delicious!'' Trisha smiles and she takes the seat next to me. ''I saw they had Danish pastries, so I grabbed one for you too, Alexander.''
I give my mom her phone back and I have to take a few deep breaths again.
''You should share that one with my mom, Trisha. You already seem to share so much with each other anyway. Just so you both know, Danish pastries were my favorite. We used to make them together every Sunday for breakfast, mom. I can't stand them now since they just remind me of you leaving.''
After that, I walk away and I walk back to my room. Samantha is still in the gym, but she left her phone and it's ringing. I see the name Gabe on the screen and I frown. I never heard Samantha mention someone with that name.
The ringing stops and a moment later a text message pops up.
''Can't wait to see you, gorgeous! Meet me at our usual spot?''
WHAT THE HELL!
''Because I always pretend that the punching bag is Kyle, that's why!''