Chapter 55

Shantelle’s POV

“Shantelle?” My mother looked at me with many questions that she knew I wouldn’t answer. She knew me too well to know that shouting or screaming my name wouldn’t work. I would have reminded her of that, but there was no point.

Mama always had a way of making me feel bad because I didn’t behave the way she wanted me to. That was her problem. I was tired, and whatever she wanted to say to me would have to wait until I was ready to confront her.

“Mama, good morning.”

I would have ignored her if she wasn’t so focused on the stairs when I was descending. She wouldn’t have ruined my day. That was the new routine she was trying so hard to keep up. We would have to speak about it, but I just wanted to see Keshon and tell her why I left the party and what I had done that brought Seven out of his house.

She would be proud of me. She has always been involved with my sexual activities. It was funny that I hadn’t asked her if she had any exper