21: Playing with Fire.
Noah’s Pov
The decision I had made kept me up all night and it was not helping that Zaria had gone back to her apartment. While I tossed on my king-size bed, I could not help but think about the outcome of the meeting I had with my father.
As I stepped out of my room, I bumped into my mother, who was dressed up and about heading out.
“Mother?” I called out upon seeing her.
“Sorry, son. I was a little distracted,” she had told me.
“Mom, please. Besides, where are you going to?” I asked her, since it was so late.
“To go see your Dad,” she replied.
I raised a brow at her.
“Do not give me that look, ,Noah. He is still your…” she started but I cut her off.
“Mom, how long will you keep making excuse for your husband?” I asked her.
“Noah,” she whined, which had me hugging her.
“Okay, fine but give it some time, at least, for now. Stay away from his drama and antics,” I convinced her