Chapter 3. Mother Caused Me Pain

Matt's POV

"Why the sudden care and love, Mom? I know you. I know how you brought me up, how the pain you caused me when I came to stay with you. Now, after my father died, you intend to love me??" I sobered and hit my hand against the table causing other maids to peep at me. 

"That's the mistake I want to clean, Matt, I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing all these years. That's why I want you to marry Angela, she's a good woman and wouldn't do that to your children. Come on, Matt." She also cried, "Come on, finish up your breakfast, and let's talk outside." She continued and went out. 

I could hear her crying harder. I had never seen her this way. Not even when my father died. She brought me up the hard way. I remembered when her son went to school, I stayed in the house. 

I walked into my room and banged the door loudly.

"She never let me play with her son, my stepbrother. He also didn't want to play with me. I managed to live with them that way. It's crazy. The only thing she allowed me to do with my brother was just the martial art lessons. Whenever the master came around, he would sneak and give math and English story books. Growing up, I acquired the rest for myself!! FUCK!" I cried louder and pushed a flower pot on the ground. 

After that, I realized I was doing an apostrophe talking to my father's portrait on my wall. 

"Yes, you caused it. You were fucken rich. You abandoned my mother and me and came back for me after my mother had died. You made me lose my mother, my lover, and life happiness." I let it all out, all! I couldn't hold it down. I went into the washroom and took my shower. I knew my mother was waiting for me outside but I didn't give a damn. 

The broken glasses weren't there when I returned."Kate!"I called out but no one replied. I guess she heard me pour out my anger and didn't want to sink into it. But I wasn't going to do that to her. 

"Why was I treating her differently??" I questioned myself "Hell, no, I'll treat her like everyone else. Let them call me rude or arrogant, I care less." 

Sitting on my bed undressed, Angela came in. 

"Can I help you with something?" She asked. Her eyes moved around and her breasts were brandishing in my sight. They were attractive but I didn't let her seduce me that way. 

"Yeah, I need something." She rushed again as she had done earlier. 

She just touched me and began rubbing her hands around my face and chest. She pushed her head forward to land her lips on mine but I dropped back giving her the chance to lay on top of me. 

Amazingly, Kate's face began to play in my head. I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Kate looks really familia," I said to myself without opening my lips. 

"You didn't ask what you can do for me, Angela. I need you to excuse me for a moment, I'll join you and my mother later." I concluded and pushed her to the other side of the bed. 

"Really? Okay, my love. I'd be waiting for you." She kissed my cheek and headed outside. 

"Oh God, what did I just do? I could have fucked her, it's been a while since I had sex: three days ago. But it's also somehow good I didn't fuck Angela." 

I stood up and dressed decently and went out to meet them. 

"Hey, boy…"

"I'm not a boy, I'm a man. Please respect that." I threw a hard one at my mother. I wanted to make her angry so she left the house but to no avail. 

"You're just 26, Matt," she detested and folded her arms, "You're just a boy, but if you wish to be called a man, I can't agree less."

"Perfect!" I word-shot her with her own word bullet she had used earlier. 

She tilted her head left and right. 

"We came here to give you a surprise welcome and invite you to the family's party. Since your father died, we've not met and they need to know you're his heir. But you brought in another issue," my mother, Cathrine, said politely. 

"I didn't bring in any issue; you brought it in, then, you did." I still held them in my heart. I wasn't ready to let go until the cup was finally empty. 

She ran to hug me and cried. She was good at crying at this moment. Maybe, she picked a course on it. 

"Your father lied to me, he told me how you and your mother hated to see me and how you wish to see me dead and gone, even when you never knew me."

" Who wishes a good person dead? How could Dad positively in his right sense tell you this? Oh, no, I don't recall talking to him about you." I hugged her back. The anger had decreased a bit but I didn't take all she said into consideration. "Why did he say that?"

"I looked for you when you were much younger, let's say around 3 years. That was when he broke to me that he had a son. I told him to bring you in but he refused until you turned 10. Your mother didn't like me, but I wasn't happy to hear about her sudden demise." She explained further to cool me down. 

"When is the party? And what is the dress code?"

She stepped back and hugged Angela too. 

"This is not a happy party, it's kinda mixed feelings. Women will have red, and men, black," she answered and threw herself in her car, "Goodbye, I need to leave. I have to fetch something from my office before noon. You guys should have fun. Matt, take good care of her, and Angela, I hope to see you at the party. The date is scheduled as usual," she sped off leaving Angela behind. 

That party was organized mostly whenever my father returned from his trips. He would go all around the world visiting his companies and return home every five years. How could he have time to show us some love? 

"It's you and I," Angela whispered.

I wasn't ready for any games, or romance. I didn't want to kiss her, touch her, or talk about SEX. She seduced me with her eyes from all angles but I wasn't interested.

"Look, you are older than me and I don't think this relationship will survive. You're 8 years older than I am. Please forget about me, Angela. I love someone else! Yes, it's crazy but I love someone else…" I pinched her with my words but it looked like she wasn't ready to give up. "How about paying you off again, just don't step foot in my house again. How much do you want…?"

Before I could end, I had caught her flying hand in the air. 

"Let go of me," she chuckled. 

I threw her hand behind her and turned back to go to my room without saying a word. She tried to slap me!? 

"Matt! I'm sorry. Those words hurt, I didn't mean to slap you, I was just scaring you, please," she pleaded but I didn't stop. 

"Do me a favor, Matt," I turned to hear the favor she needed, "drop me off at my house, please…"Finally, she requested to leave my house. 

"I'll let my driver do just that…" I offered 

"No, I want you to do it yourself. Just this little thing, Matt. I've helped you before, remember?"

"Fine, fine," I accepted and drove her out. 

She played music and did whatever she wanted but I never uttered a word till I dropped off.

"I don't want to see you around!" I commanded and sped off. I didn't wait for her to say anything. 

That breakfast tasted different and something not new. It's been a while since I tasted that and they say Angela prepared it? 

"Thank you, Sir," Kate appreciated as someone dropped her in front of my house. She ran inside and didn't have time to watch back to see me. 

"I think he's her boyfriend. Is that why she gave me no answer when I asked? This is intriguing?" I contemplated with myself in my car. I tried to see the man who drove that expensive car but he sped off before I could stretch my neck. I just wrote the car plate's number down. "For the first time, I felt jealous!" I confirmed.