CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN
**OLIVER WEST**
The shrill ring of my phone was what woke me up.
I fumbled for it on the bed space beside me, squinting at the screen through sleep-heavy eyes.
Mom?
"Good morning, Mom," I muttered groggily. Last night's late night drive had sounded like a good idea until now.
"Good morning, my son." Came the reply in the most childish ridiculous attempt at a parental tone I'd ever heard.
Annoyance flared within me as I scowled at my phone screen, "Why the hell are you with mom's phone?" I yelled at Pumpkin when her shrill complaint pierced my ear next.
"Moooooom! Oliver is cussing!"
Dang!
I wished she was right here, I could have throttled her little neck.
"Give me the phone, Pumpkin." I heard my mother's exasperated voice in the background and clenched my eyes shut.
"I'm still bonding with my elderly son!"
I could imagine her face in that annoying pout that made her lips look like a spoiled duck.