MEETING HIS PARENTS

Marianne

The woman quickly flee out from the room and in a twinkle of an eye I was left alone with the man.

“Are you going to keep standing there like a fool or will you get out?” he looked down at me.

His words didn't immediately register to me until when I felt something hard pressing on my buttocks, and I blush shifting away from him. How can he be this shameless even in this situation?

I stepped away from him, taking the blanket to cover my body. I saw as he effortlessly removed the knife where his face didn't show any sign of pain.

Biting my bottom lip, I stared at his hand. I was the reason why he was hurt. If I didn't step in, he probably would have handled it in his own way, but why would his mother try to hurt him? I shifted my eyes to look at him as he sat on the sofa while pouring a glass of alcohol on his wound.

I was on the verge of speaking when he abruptly interjected.

“Leave, your presence is not needed anymore."

“But you're injured." I didn't know if I was going insane. What was I even doing?

“I don't like repeating myself twice, so be a good girl and leave." He licked his lips and continue, “Or should we resume from where we left off?" he spread his legs open, settling on the couch.

His movement was intentional! Because his long thick manhood tug for my attention and subconsciously I squeeze my legs together.

I would probably die from pain if his length should enter me. It was best if I left, inching to the door.

“Marianne." he softly called out and I spur around to meet him getting up and I swallowed my saliva when he stood in front of me.

He reached to pat my head. “I will overlook the stupidity you displayed today, sweet, but let me remind you that your duty is only to please me and nothing else. " his words holding warnings.

I left the room with my own thoughts running wild, although he was the person that bought me. Was it wrong of me to care?

I wasn't given the opportunity to step out from the room assigned to me. It was more of a jail than a room since I wasn't allowed to step out, nor did I see the man for the next two days.

On the third day, I stared blankly at the wall when the door opened and the old woman named Dania once again stepped in with a tray of food. However, today two more maids accompanied her.

I frown at the sight of the slivery stoned dress that one of the maid held, only to hear Dania mouth out.

“Today you will be accompanying Mr. Quinns out." She fed my curiosity while placing the tray on the table.

Several hours later, I found myself seated in front of the dresser as a make-up artist enhanced my appearance.

Normally I would be considered as an average beauty, but now my look was jaw stunning. The gown for sure was expensive, as it was a perfect fit. I strangely found it odd that the man was taking me out wasn't I just a tool for his sexual desires?

Moments later I stood outside when a luxurious SUV pulled over and I moved in with the door closed and the car speed out the gates. I slowly looked at the other person in the car.

Ezekiel held a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke into the air.

Sensing my gaze on him, he finally spared a glance at me and I felt my heart stop beating. Was it just me or he looked even more handsome?

Half of his hair slightly dropped on his face, creating a dark shadow along with him taking the cigarette. He appeared graceful.

“You must be wondering where we are going?” he raised his eyebrows at me, “We will be attending a dinner hosted by my grandfather, you don't need to answer anyone until I say so, your relationship with me is simply mutual. "

Arriving at his grandfather's house that was even grander, I followed him in with his hand around my waist; I forced a smile on.

“I thought you won't attend Ezekiel. What a surprise." A woman said, getting up from the chair.

“Aunty Vivian, fancy seeing you here as well. I had the same thought, too. You know, with today being three years, that uncle is in jail, shouldn't you be with him today?” Ezekiel remarked with a plain smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Vivian's face turn sour and she glared at the little bastard, the nerve of this boy.

Suddenly the place turned quiet when an old man in his late eighties came down the stairs with a stick in his hand and I saw the woman Ezekiel's mother helping the old mam down.

The man spoke. “There’s no need to look bitter about it, Vivian. You're spoiling the mood."

“Grandfather." Vivian hurriedly said, masking up her face.

Once the old man was seated down, Vivian rushed over to question, “How’s your health, grandfather? I got scared when you suddenly called for a family gathering.”

The old man weaved his hands. “Don't worry, I won't be dying anytime soon. Ezekiel, I see you finally got a woman. "

And I seize my breath as all their eyes fell on me. The attention was like a knife hanging above my head.

“More of a prostitute." A hush whisper resonated from Ezekiel's mother that clearly caught the old man's attention.

Ezekiel kept quiet with his palm resting on his cheeks and he lazily replied with boredom.

“She's not a prostitute, Mrs. Quinn, and I would like if you stay out of my business." he turned to face his mother with a cold expression.

“Then probably someone to please your cock," Mrs. Quinns commented.

The air around was turning quite tense and the old man must have sense it too, so he quickly ushers us to the dining table. Trying to keep caution of my movement with Mrs. Quinn's attentive gaze on me, I felt more worried.

Regardless, I felt a cold hand on my lap under the table. I moved my eyes to look at the owner of the hand that was Ezekiel, but he was seriously immersed in his meal. His hand slowly yet intentional caress the skin on my lap and I gulp glaring at him.

“Are you not finding the food to your liking, my dear?” Vivian asked and the spoon in my hand dropped, making a sharp click.

Fantastically, I shook my head.

What was this man doing? In the presence of his family! I attempted to school my expression when his huge hand suddenly shot under my skirt, causing my heart to accelerate.

And his face was damn annoying because he was too focus on his food that it looked like he wasn't doing anything.

“What's your name?” I was met with the gaze of the old man.

“M- Marianne sir."

He shook his head in acknowledgment.

I sighted out.

Vivian voiced, “So Marianne, how did you and my sweet nephew meet and what family did you come from? Surely you're from a high-class family, right? ” She lifted her chin high.

I glimpsed back at Ezekiel, that seemed unwilling to answer the question. He leaned back in the chair, unbothered with his hand playing on my thighs.

I shuttered forcing a lump down my throat, “Mmmm, I was adopted and my stepdad is dead. I work at an orphanage."

“Oh my gush Ezekiel, what kind of lowlife girl did you bring home? She's even worse than a prostitute!” exclaimed Vivian, her heavy make-up crushed in disgust.

I accidentally bit my inner cheek, looking down in response to her remark. I probably saw this coming.

“Ezekiel! Care to explain this? This is the Quinns family. You can't just pick a girl from the bin and bring home. What will other say about this!” thundered his grandfather.

Ezekiel's eyes glint, observering everyone before taking his own time to answer, “I rather not explain. " He stood, and I immediately followed suit.

He continued, “I have more important things that need my attention. I will take my leave. Have a wonderful evening, ladies."

They were dumbfounded.

“Is this how you speak to your elders, Meggie! Look at how you brought up your son!” the old man coughed hard that it caused an alarm, but Ezekiel strolled away.

“Ezekiel!!!! You... " he coughed harder, holding his chest.

Walking away, I saw a faint color of red on the white handkerchief.

I hastened my steps out from the dining hall while his mother and grandfather yelled his name, but he cared less.

Stepping out into the open, I reached where the car was parked and Ezekiel stood beside the car, fishing out some cigarettes from his pants. And he pinned his face on me as I lowered my head to open the car.

He stood there for a long, talking on the phone as I watch as he walked away to the pool side until he was out of sight. Impatient and bore, I got out from the car.

A thought crossed my mind and, like the devil was whispering things to me, I found myself slowly moving towards the gates. This was my perfect escape route! I could run away from here, away from the man.

The distance from the main gate was quite long. I ran so much that I was out of breath. I was already close to the gates when I saw a car coming through and I paused my movements with the bright lights flashing in my eyes.

I was a fool to think that I could actually leave the clutches of the man. The car stop a few meters away from me, looking over my shoulders to see that no one was behind me.

A pair of leather shoes stepped out and I saw a faint shadow coming out, the man was dressed casually and a curious expression struck his face that was handsome. Strangely, all the men I was seeing recently were all handsome.

“Going somewhere beautiful?” the manly tone caught my attention.

He had a strong resemblance to Ezekiel.