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"There's a woman downstairs, asking about you. She says she's Bonnie's mom."
I furrowed my brow. "How did she even get this address?"
"Honestly, probably from any magazine. The hotel has been in the news quite a bit."
What the fuck could she want? This can't be good.
"Ask her to come up."
Bonnie had specifically told me her mom hadn't shown an interest in seeing her. Why would she come here to the hotel?
I sat at the edge of the desk, attention fixed on the door.
A few minutes later, a woman came in. She only vaguely looked like Bonnie. They had the same bone structure, but her hair was darker, and so were her eyes.
"Travis Maxwell?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I'm Bonnie's mom."
"Yes, my assistant told me."
I headed over to her, shaking her hand. I had no clue why the fuck she was here, but I was determined to stay courteous for as long as possible.
She looked around with a sneer. "Nice place you have here. Very luxurious. Must have cost a lot."
"It's a luxury hotel."
"Yes, yes. I've read about it in the magazines. My daughter has done well for herself. I wouldn't have thought she'd be capable of bagging someone like you, but kudos to her."
Fuck being courteous.
"Don't insult Bonnie in front of me. If that's why you came, you can go and fuck off right now."
She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "I see. We're all the same underneath, aren't we? Your clothes certainly cost more than I earn in a month, but you're just as foul as a construction worker."
"What's your point? You have exactly five minutes before I show you the door."
"My problem is that my daughter's snagged herself a rich man and still won't give me any money."
"It's not your daughter's responsibility to give you money."
I was fighting to keep my voice even. I remembered everything Bonnie told me about growing up. Her mom lost their house because of the gambling addiction. Bonnie owed her nothing.
"Do you know how much it fucking costs to raise a kid? I would've been a much richer person if I hadn't had to raise my daughter."
"What the fuck kind of logic is that?" I spat.
"You'll see soon enough what it’s like. You think it's all rainbows and stars and nice moments. It's a nightmare."
"Get out," I seethed.
She looked around again. "I don't think I will."
"I'll call security on you."
"Really? Will you? What would it look like if the press snapped pictures of security escorting the mother of your girlfriend out of the building? It seems you value privacy. I couldn't find anything about you online."
