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like it or at least starting to. Controlling is not necessarily a bad thing all the time, but it is a part of me. I will teach you the good parts of it and I have a feeling you will enjoy it as much as I do.”
    I soften my grip on her hands, kissing her lips softly and giving her a taste of what she gets to look forward to. “I will see you tomorrow.” Just like that, I leave out the door. I know she’s turned on as I am and if I don’t leave, we will end up in bed.
    I’m straightening my hard-on in my pants to walk even faster. Damn Marissa and her timing. She always fucks shit up.

 
    Natalia’s POV
    Chapter 6
    I close my door after watching Evan leave, placing my fingertips to my lips. I can still feel his lips on mine. I can feel him in other places, too, and I wished he would have stayed. I shake my head, realizing I couldn’t do that to my mom. She had called me first thing this morning wanting to have lunch so we could catch up. I knew there was no way I could let her down. I sit down a minute to text my mom to tell her to be on her way and to catch my breath since Evan left me breathless. I wonder about all this controlling shit he was talking about. And why the hell am I still letting down my guard when I know he has a girlfriend. I am not that naïve. Hell, every time we are together she blows up his phone.
    The doorbell rings again. I get up to open the door and to see my mom smiling. “Honey,” she says, walking toward me with extended arms. We hug, exchanging kisses on our cheeks.
    She looks happy. She has dark, chocolate colored hair cut into a short pixie cut. She is five foot two inches little lady and on the petite side with curves. I am an exact younger version of her. She has the brightest blue eyes. That is where I get my eye color from. She is wearing a white dress and is adorned with all different kinds of fancy jewelry. She looks elegant.
    “How are you, honey?” Then she eyes me up and down. “You look tired but cute.”
    “Mom, I am tired,” I say annoyed. “I drank too much wine last night at dinner.” Why did I just tell my mom that?
    “With whom, my dear?” Damn it. Here come the questions.
    “Mom, it’s just a friend from school.”
    “A boy or a girl?” she asks.
    “A boy, Mom!”
    She giggles and I roll my eyes. I get my things so we can leave. She takes us to one of her favorite Mexican restaurant in Manhattan called “Pampano Taqueria.” It is one of NYC’s best-kept secrets. Pampano Taqueria serves authentic food and they are famous for their delicious, tequila margaritas.
    The restaurant is located in a two-story building with the second floor held for private parties on top. The first floor is used for daily walk-ins. The walls are white. The floor is dark brown in wood, with brown wooden chairs and white tablecloths. It also has light brown ceiling fans throughout the entire place.
    For being a Sunday, it is pretty full but luckily, there is no wait time for a seat. The song playing in the background was “Como La Flor” by Selena. I never been here, but it is a beautiful place and it has a homey feel. The waiter sits us down at the table and mom orders two margaritas to start with.
    “How is school and work going, honey? I haven’t seen you since last month.”
    “Good,” I say with a smile. We talk on the phone more than we see each other.
    “How is Dad?”
    “He still being dad, working a lot but business is doing well. Come soon and bring Alyssa for a weekend. By the way, how is she doing?”
    “Well, Mom, she is doing well, just the same ole Aly.” She hasn’t heard from her in months. She really does not speak much about her. “She is really into this guy right now; that is all she is worried about,” I say without wanting to continue with this conversation. Aly’s mom is into drugs and who knows what else. I just don’t want to go there with my mother right now.
    “Naty, what are planning to do after graduation? Are moving back with