DAMON
I gazed at the ringing phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over the screen. I turned to face Anita, my expression was questioning and my tone harsh. "You can leave. What are you waiting for?"
Anita scrambled back into action, and I slid the screen of my phone to the right, picking up my mom's call.
It was a video call, and as I tilted my head to the side, Anita came to retrieve her neck clutch from the bedside table, catching my mom’s attention.
"Mom?" I called, raising my brow at her through the screen of the phone.
"I'm not even going to ask you who the half-naked lady was," my mom huffed.
"I didn't think you would." I replied, absentmindedly, causing my mother's face to morph into a scowl.
"You seem to have forgotten who you're speaking to, darling son." My mother scolded.
