"Yes, and yesterday I gave her an oral. She begged me loudly, you should've heard." I lean back, reveling in the satisfaction of the sounds she made while stretching my legs on the coffee table and making a pillow with my hands behind my head.
"Alright, I think I rather not. Uh—um." She stammers, clearly uncomfortable.
I enjoy watching the discomfort my bluntness causes in others.
"Don't make it awkward," I smirk, tauntingly.
"It's not awkward; I'm just fascinated. Why did you do that?" Reagan sips from the glass of water on her desk. Yes, it was awkward for her. 
"Because I wanted to hurt her."
"Did you?" Her eyes narrow.
I suppose so.
"She begged me to keep going, so I called her a whore and a traitor." I grin triumphally at the woman. 
"Don't you think she's trying to make up for what she did?"
I'm getting bored with Reagan's games; she doesn't know Daisy. The girl is too proud to admit she had wronged me, so it pleased me when she lost control and begged me last night.
"There's nothing she can do to heal my pain. Besides, she's just good at pretending. Like before, I'm sure she'll disappear and leave eventually."
"Can you get her to come here?"
What? It's like she doesn't get the whole story. I've been here for too long; maybe this isn't the right place for me. Maybe I should tell my mom to get her money back.
"So she knows I go to therapy because of her? No, I'd rather eat glass."
"Kaiser—"
"I should leave. You're not understanding anything." I shoot upright and head for the door.
"Let's talk more."
"I don't want to talk; I need to breathe." I slam the door behind me.
I need to find Riley. I'm exhausted and not in the mood, but it's my duty to look after her. She's my girlfriend, after all.
I try calling her phone while searching the neighborhood for any hint of her—at the cafes and the gym she used to train at when she moved here. I even called some of her classmates and learned she was not at school.
Having found out about Daisy's medical results this morning, I know can't focus on lectures or anything else, so I head back home.
I need relief, but instead, Hopper informs me that my mom is at my place. He claims she's been waiting for me. I can only hope it's not for the reason of something frustrating as she's known to come with every time she visits.
As soon as the door slides open, I walk into my place and find my mom in the kitchen making lunch. Lunch?
"To what do I owe this uninvited visit?" I didn't mean to sound rude, but it's my mom—the busiest woman on the planet.
"Your fridge looks sad, and your kitchen is a mess. You need healthy food."
My mom is a woman who works out often and watches her diet. She has that successful look and hair every young girl would envy.
"Why the sudden concern? It's not like you care if I eat or not." I walk over to the island.
"Don't say that. You know it's not true."
"Let's skip the show. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be celebrating being the First Lady of California?" 
She swallows and looks down at the vegetable sauce in the pan. "What happened between you and Riley?"
"Oh my God, don't tell me that's the reason you're here."
"Kaiser, that young woman loves you."
"You think I don't know? She was there when you weren't." I volley. 
I see the regret in her eyes, but she shrugs it off and says, "Then don't punish her for that."
"I'm not punishing her."
"Kaiser, she was still crying when I left."
Well, at least she's with my parents.
"I didn't say anything," I defend myself.
"Telling your girlfriend she suffocates you doesn't seem offensive to you? And calling a party in your home where she lives?" Mom challenges sarcastically.
"I'm just trying to have fun. Remember, you and Dad said to have fun." I spell out reluctantly.
"Not to hurt your girlfriend." Mom shakes her head in confusion.
She better leave before Daisy arrives. I don't want my mom to find her after all these years. We all know what would happen—she'd actually adopt her, just like she's been saying for years. And then hell will break loose. 
"I didn't hurt her."
"She suffocates you. For goodness' sake, who says that to their partner?" Mom huffs, expecting more from me.
Oh, please.
"I didn't mean it. It slipped out, okay?" I roll my eyes and grab some fresh snacks she's baked.
"You should tell her that, not me. I'm only here to make you something healthy, not whatever those things are in your fridge." Mom continues cooking.