Adrian quickly pulled his pants up.
Ash's mother walked in, placed the tray on the desk, then sat at the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, still in shock.
"I guessed it all," she said quietly, her voice trembling, "but I couldn't admit it. Now I've witnessed it with my own eyes."
She looked straight at Ash. "I guess Lucien knows this too."
Ash stayed silent.
She swallowed hard, then said, "I won't talk more right now. Tomorrow morning we'll go to Lucien's place. I need to hear it all."
She stood up, straightening her dress. "Ash, eat your food," she said, then turned to Adrian. "And you, you should go to your room.."
She paused for a moment, her voice shaking with anger and heartbreak. "If I'm not mistaken, the guestroom, since you don't want to put your d*ck in your wife's p*ssy, but my son's butt."
Adrian walked out quietly, his head lowered, and Ash's mother followed behind him, closing the door softly.
