POLLEN’S POV
As soon as my mother’s car parked directly in front of our small apartment and came to a halt, I did not spare the slightest chance to jump out of it. I began to walk into the house, ignoring her calls. “Pollen, Hey! Get back here!” I hastened my pace as I heard her alight from the car and slam the rickety car door. Her voice drew closer to me. “Are you crazy? Where do you think you’re going?” My mother’s voice hollered again as she tried to catch up with me. In no time, I was in the house. And as I walked into the living room, my younger sister; Laura, was sprawled carelessly across one of the old cushions. She was eating from a bag of Doritos. She raised her gaze to me, a bland, nonchalant expression written all over her face. I ignored her annoying ass and was about to make my way into the room, already mentally planning on shutting myself indoors for the rest of the day to save myself from mother’s troubles. But I was unlucky this time, my mother caught up with me in time. She placed herself in front of my way to stop me from trying to escape her any further. “Mother!” I nagged at her, fed up with her petty troubles. “Don’t you dare try to pull the pity card on me.” She gave me a hard, stern look that warned me to keep shut if I knew what was good for me. “What did you do that for?” “Why did I do what?” I feigned ignorance. Like it was not the same issue we were battling in the car, as we drove back from the sorority meeting I was forced to attend with her. “Don’t give me that crap, Pollen!” My mother stomped her foot on the ground and gave me those laser eyes that could shoot a bullet right through your heart. “How could you be so unreasonable and shameless enough to tell the women at the sorority that you are still single?” She fumed. I refrained from rolling my eyes at her. I did not understand why my life was always her business. She had always been one to interfere in my private life, and it was beginning to suffocate me. I wished she could just give me a break. “But I am single, aren’t I?” I replied instead, and it clearly angered her even more. Her face reddened with rage, and I feared she would explode any moment from now. “You pathetic fool! How could you say that to my friends? Knowing that their daughters are in relationships? With prominent and successful men at that. The least you could do was lie. How could you be so dumb?” “I don’t understand why you’re taking this too personal, mother. Being single is not a big deal. You’re just being paranoid. And besides, I am still young and ...” “Oh, shut up! You!” She fired at me. “You are just like your father. You are both self-centered individuals who never considered the interest of others!” This time, I felt a surge of anger wash through me at the comparison my mother had made between me and my father. It irked me that she could go as far as comparing me with someone as despicable as him—that heartless man. There was no way he and I can be a like. “Don’t you ever say that to me again, mother.” My tone came off as a warning that caught her off guard. “Don’t you ever compare me to that man.” But my mother only scoffed at me and began to pace around the room restlessly, her fingers diving a little too roughly into her hair in frustration. “You want the members of the sorority to think we are miserable women, don’t you? You want them to think my daughters and I live a miserable life, don’t you?” She was yelling again. Before I could open my mouth to say a word to her, Laura’s voice came in reply. “Mom’s right, you know. We really are living a miserable life. The least you could have done was to play mom’s script”. My mother and I turned our attention to Laura’s awful talk. “I mean, let’s be honest —we live in a horrible apartment. We can’t even afford most of the things other families have. Dad left Mom for a richer, younger woman. And you, Pollen, have never been in a relationship in your entire life. The one guy you managed to confess your love to rejected you in the most embarrassing manner” She chuckled and shoved another Doritos into her mouth, as if she was enjoying the pathetic situation we were in. “Now, tell me a more miserable life and I will show you the place where the world ends.” “Shut that stupid mouth of yours and stop saying crap...” I tried to scold her, but my mother jumped into her defense, like she always did, every single time the girl uttered her usual bullshit. “Don’t you even try to attack her, Pollen.” My mother warned me. “You know she is right. All you have always done is be disappointment and make other people consider us to be miserable, pathetic people...” “Maybe the both of you are pathetic. But count me out of it, mother. I am perfectly okay with my life.” I defended myself again, “also, if you had always thought I was a disappointment and Laura was the better one, why did you have to drag me along with you to the sorority? Why didn’t you take your perfect daughter?” I screamed back at her, feeling tired and frustrated already. I had had enough of my mother, my sister and this life they had subjected me to. Furthermore, I wished they could all just give me a breathing space, even for once, and stop nagging me for crimes I didn’t even commit. “You know I would if she wasn’t busy with school work and her part-time job at the coffee shop.” My mother folded her arms across her bosom and eyed me terribly, “On your part, all you’ve ever done is get rejected by every publishing company you apply your works to. And you still think your life isn’t miserable?” Shutting my eyes briefly and taking in a deep breath, I concluded that I was tired of having this everyday argument with my family. What I needed right now was a place to rest my head and forget about their madness for a moment. “That’s enough, mother. I’m done having this conversation with you.” I brushed past her and headed for my bedroom, but her voice still thundered and came after me. “You can’t escape this forever, Pollen. Unless you get yourself a goddamn boyfriend and stop embarrassing me in front of my friends. You know what I’m going to do? I am going to call your Aunt and get her to fix you a blind date, you strong headed girl.” I scoffed at her ridiculous threat as I headed into my room and banged the door behind me. Mother was going to call Aunt Margaret and get her to arrange a blind date for me? How ridiculous. I knew my mother was one hell of a dramatic woman, but going as far as meeting with my matchmaker aunt and trying to set me up with a total stranger? Nah. That would be insane and absurd. She wouldn’t dare do that.POLLEN’S POV The next day, when I finally returned home after a long day outside to avoid my mother’s troubles, I walked into the living room to see her seated on the cushion with a small printed piece of paper in her hand. She raised her gaze to meet mine as soon as she noticed me walk in. “Where have you been?” She asked with a raised brow. “The city park” I replied, trying the best I could to act nonchalant. “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and threw the paper towards me. I eyed the paper and moved my honey- brown eyes back to her and finally back to the paper again before crouching down to pick it up. After straightening my frame, I proceeded to read the content of the paper. It said: Chyna. Twenty-five. Accountant. Studied at Harvard University. A sportsperson.Date spot: Blu Restaurant, Thursday night. 7pm on the dot. A confused frown crossed my face as I read the details of the paper, and I lifted my gaze back to my mother again. “What is this supposed to be?” “Your Aunt
RAYMOND’S POV I watched my reflection in the mirror as I arranged my black tuxedo. My dark, slightly messy hair, which refused to budge as always, left me with no choice but to lay it down with my hands. I exhaled deeply as I gave myself one last look in a mirror, the thought of going on a blind date with some lady weighs down on my shoulder like a rock. On a usual day, I would never be caught having a ridiculous date with just anyone, or accepting my mother’s offer to find me a wife. But here I was, all thanks to my Late Grandfather. Last week, Grandfather’s long awaited Will finally arrived, and the lawyer had revealed the most ridiculous idea ever. The Will stated that he would only hand the family’s company to any of his grandchildren who gets married and conceives a child first. Automatically instigating a silly competition between my cousin —Mark, and I. Since we were the only grandchildren that he had. But then again, I did not allow my rage to gain control of me. I was not g
POLLEN’S POV He was tall, with the shoulders of a titan. And even though he was seated, he still towered over me in a dominating way, which I couldn’t help but admit was sexy. He had a pair of fierce, yet warm hazel eyes, they were piercing and quite intimidating. In a way that would cause any woman to go on her knees in complete worship and adoration of him. His midnight dark messy hair gave a boyish look to his masculine physique, with his American tuxedo fitting so perfectly on his athletic frame. I almost drooled at the mere sight of the perfect image of the man sitting in front of me, across the table. If this was truly my blind date, then this was the best thing my mother and Aunt Margaret had ever done for me. “Are you alright?” He asked me, breaking me from my trance. His eyes moved to my dress, and I felt another wave of embarrassment wash through me. “Uh. I–uh. I mistakenly dropped an uh... glass of water on my dress.” I stuttered and mentally slapped myself in the fac
POLLEN’S POV I stared at him, dumbstruck. He froze, then sat up abruptly to look under the sheets —just like I did. “Damn it!” I heard him curse and shut his eyes tight. “What have you done to me?” I screeched, at the same time jumping off the bed and racing around in search of my clothes. “What do you mean? I can’t even recall a thing” He muttered— his voice, hazy and exhausted. Then he sat on the edge of the bed to run his fingers through his hair. “ Ugh!—My head hurts” He groaned. But I didn’t care. I was too confused to give a hoot. “My dress!” I said frantically, pulling on the white duvet that was wrapped around my body. “ Where is my dress?” I asked again, not looking at him. My eyes were too busy rummaging the suite to do that. Furthermore, I was too embarrassed to look at him even if I wanted to. “ How am I supposed to know?” Was his rude reply. He got off the bed and staggered to the restroom. *** RAYMOND’S POV Once I made it to the restroom, I ran my hands t
POLLEN ' S POV “Where are you coming from?” She asked again. Her voice rose in volume and panic set in. I fiddled with my fingers, not knowing what to say. I'd be dead if she finds out I spent the night with someone I was supposed to allure with my homely, yet seductive traits. Furthermore, I was also meant to show him how lucky he would be to have me as a partner, but what did I do? I ended up snagging him on the first night. What a perfect way to depict discipline. “I’m talking to you, Pollen!” She fired, and I was jilted back to reality. “I was at—” I stuttered. Then I paused to look at my little sister who was flipping through a fashion magazine behind our mother, hoping she could help me with words. Anything at all to buy some time. She was good at these things, telling lies and convincing our mother to buy every one of it. But Laura shook her head while mouthing something I couldn't comprehend. What the heck was she trying to say? My state of confusion deteriorated, I ope
POLLEN'S POV After a short nap that was supposed to help ease my mind, I woke up in pain instead. My head was hammering like it would split into halves.My eyes were still puffy, with streaks of dried tears hanging on the sides. Not wanting to leave the bed, I lay there for a few more moments, just staring at the roof.Seeing that I might remain in that supine position that felt like a trap, I rolled out abruptly.Laura wasn't in the room; she must have gone to work—the coffee shop down the street.I strode past her bed to the mini wardrobe we shared to get a pair of shorts and shirt. I showered and threw them on before going out to face my mother again. When I got to the living room, there was no one, but a noise from the kitchen caught my attention, and I went there.Laura didn't go to work as I thought; she was at the sink doing the dishes. Her entire body swayed to look at me when she heard my footsteps. “No work?” I asked calmly and reached for the fridge handle. “No. Decided t
RAYMOND'S POV Natasha still had the same long blonde hair; it fell on her shoulders. She was wearing a light blue top over black pants and high heels. Her sassy signature smile brightly plastered on her face as she approached us. When she saw me, her blue eyes sparkled even more.“Raymond!” Her hands flew to her mouth as those blue orbs widened. “I can't believe my eyes!” She squealed and darted towards me.Mother giggled by my side, and I could tell she was ecstatic. She has always had this obsession with me and Natasha being a thing. It was so strong that I ended up believing I was into the girl as well, that she was the one for me. I was confident we were meant for each other, but it was all a mirage that needed a little leap into adolescence for me to decipher. “You look so—” She held her breath to find the right word, but failed. Or maybe she was just too proud to admit what she wanted to say as usual. She has always been an egoistic person who was hard to please, someone who
RAYMOND'S POV “Let's get married,” she sputtered, and I froze. I was too astounded to say a word. “I know this sounds weird, and I am not in the position to say something like this, but—” “But what?” “I am willing to do anything to help you get that company,” she said with so much conviction. “What are you talking about?" I asked, still stunned, that she would propose such a thing. “You don't have to hide it; your mom told me everything,” she explained. “I know she did. Which was why you agreed to the date without a second thought?” “That’s not the case." Natasha paused to observe my face. “I know I messed things up when I chose Daniel, but you are whom I really wanted. And I only realized that when I moved to France.”She left her seat to meet me. “I still love you, Raymond—as a friend and romantically. And I will do anything to make you happy.” “Even bearing me a child?” I scoffed in disbelief. “You deserve to be CEO without this drama you are being dragged into. But sin