My Lovers Mistress

Jeffery Walsh POV

I finally arrived in New York from California after fourteen years of staying there, the cool air blew on my face on arriving, the smell of New York a city I have always hope to come back to.

The event that had made me leave was a thing I still can't forget, but the person I left behind was what hurts me most...

I arrived at our mansion, a Mansion built and designed by my father, nothing had changed for those fourteen years I have been away, everything seems to be the same, the tall trees, the beautiful large garden I do play around as a kid.

The flowers seem to bloom more at my arrival and it seems it was sending a warm welcome home to me, truly I have missed this place, but there at the entrance, a person I have separated from for ten years stood by the door with a big goofy smile.

A lady I admire and love, finally I got to see her too. She ran over to me and gave me a big hug, the one she gives me when I was a kid.

I miss her warm embrace and the light fragrance that emits from her body, I dropped everything I was holding and embraced her close to my self.

I admit I have in taller and bigger than she once knew me, before I was so tiny but now I was no longer a kid but a grown-up.

"Oh, my son!" She exclaimed loudly with a choked voice mixed with laughter.

"Mom!" I smile almost in tears. "Mom, I miss you so much," I whispered in her ears.

"I miss you more." Tears rolled down her cheek. I looked down at my mother, Louisa, she had gotten a little bit older than when I last saw her, I guess that's what being away for ten years had caused.

Louisa is a beautiful lady in her early thirties, she had pale blue eyes and dark brown hair, she was not chubby, but not thin either, to me she was the prettiest mother one could ever have.

"How have you been?" She asked as she looked at me, I know she was amazed at how grown up I have become, the last time she saw me, I was a bit short and she does pat my hair but, now she touched his face gently.

"I have been so lonely," I told her honestly with a soft voice, truly being in California was lonely, everyone was unfamiliar to me and I was far from my mother and all the people I knew.

"I know, I know," Louisa said softly in a hoarse voice. "It is my son." She muttered. "Jeffery is back." She looked at my face with a tender expression, the same expression she had when she left me in California, I know she love me, that was why she left, she didn't leave me there because she hates me, it was out of love.

"I'm not sending you away ever again." She told me and hugged me again, her words brought a smile to my lips. "I missed you so much, I'm really glad I can see you and talk to you face-to-face now." She sob.

I know it was hard for her too, just like I had no one in California she had no one here too, she had only returned for my own good too.

"Don't cry, mom," I told my mother as I wiped away her tears with the tip of my finger. "I understand." I smile at her, hoping that she would no longer cry, I hate seeing people I love in tears, it hurts my heart.

we both walked into the mansion, now I know that the only thing that didn't change was the outside, the inside was redecorated, more stylish, extensive and superb.

New stone walls, beautiful wall pictures and the walls were all painted white giving it a more classy look, it smelt like home and I take a long look at each picture, oceanview, tall trees, these were all a work of art.

I sat next to my mother on the comfortable sofa and she turned her eyes to me, looking at me like she had just seen me for the first time in her life.

"Tell me, how have you been?" She asked as she wipes off the remaining tears on her cheek with the back of her hands.

"I have been okay. I survived mom," I replied softly, sure I survived, I never love travelling, even if my parent is wealthy, travelling was one thing I disliked, to some people it is an abnormality, but that's just me.

One reason I hate it, you will have to be away from people you grew up with, people you finally accept, travelling makes you distant from people you love, well in some cases you may leave with your loved ones, but not all your love ones go with you.