A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 33

Hannah

My mom is many things, but appropriate isn’t one of them. She can barely stand and is laughing in that hiccup way I remember from my childhood. I’m so embarrassed. I don’t even dare to look at Tobias but keep my eyes on the table while blood gushes into my ears.

I might just be eighteen, but my mom is why I was forced to grow up way too young.

I matured because I had to cook her meals and take care of the dishes she left everywhere in the house. My mom would party, and I slept alone in my bed, waking to her trying to sneak into the house in the morning but failing because she was drunk.

And then it would start, her arguing with my dad. He was always drunk, but unlike he didn’t leave the house-he was too busy lying dead on the couch.

my mom,

They spent more time yelling at each other than asking me how I was and how school was going…

So yeah, my parents shouldn’t even be called parents. They let me down so often when I was young that I can’t remember ever coming home and thinking, “I missed my mom and dad.” Which is why I’m close to tears right now. I thought my mom was gone from my life, but here she is, ruining my date with Tobias. How wonderful. Will I ever get rid of her?

I love my parents, but good lord, they are embarrassing…

“Mrs. Darling, how about you sit down?”

I look up to find Tobias guiding my mom to a chair by the table next to ours. He has a focused expression and a well-practiced smile on his lips. The one he uses for business, I’ve realized. “I don’t want to sit on this chair…” my mom pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. It’s an odd feeling watching your parent act like a child. I’ve seen it many times before, but this is the first time I see the reaction of a third party seeing my mom like this.

Tobias silently glances at me, and I wonder what he is thinking. Is he feeling sorry for me?

I can’t help the anxious feeling spreading within me. Even though I don’t like how my mom is acting, I still don’t want to hear Tobias say anything bad about her. Because as screwed up as it is, I still love her-she is my flesh and blood, so how could I not?

I disappear into my own world, blinking when Tobias grabs my hands to help me up from the

chair.

“Are we going somewhere?” I ask.

“I called my driver and a butler. Your mother will be taken to one of my hotels if they can’t figure out where she is staying. As for you and me, I think it’s time to leave.”

the romance? Or does he want to leave because he pities

of the restaurant, past waitresses wishing us a good night while tears prickle

on

don’t know if I could take it if Tobias made fun of my mom. If he says something along the terms of, “Wow, she for sure was drunk…” I will cry. It might be true,

worse. We get into a cab, and the ride home is long and painful. I’m messed up when we get out and walk up the stairs to the

don’t fit into your

door. I don’t think he heard what I said, and he tilts his head,

eyes are stinging from the tears. “You have everything. A mansion, a nice family, brothers, and

after I walk in,

maybe I was thinking about it in the

and I hate that I hurt him, but I can’t help myself. My head is spinning. Tobias and I come from opposite worlds, and I’m stupid, so

wear or the makeup and hairdo, I will always be the girl from the slum with two alcoholic parents. I’m dirt, while

but what if this is a mistake? What if we are just a disaster waiting to happen because

work-”

face is no longer calm,

with tears. Tobias’s nostrils are flaring, and he is breathing hard, but so am I. We are both upset, and my emotions are

I say nothing, Tobias

if you need proof of us being meant for each other, I can show

need.”

you

eye. I’m not certain whether to be afraid or intrigued, but his tone. pushes me toward being intimidated. We are fighting right now,

sense for me to be wary,

can respond and ask Tobias what he means, he advances on me. This tall, hulking man wearing only

Shit

at the same time he reaches me. His

there is

drumming in my ears, and I don’t know what is

fingers wind up in his brown, almost blonde hair. I don’t know what color it is, but it doesn’t matter. It’s soft and smells nice,

room.

busy kissing him back, so invested in him that it comes as a shock when I

from his