Chapter Five: Hot Uncle

Chapter Five: Hot Uncle

Samantha's POV

I smiled broadly as I bit my lower lips to stop myself from giggling. I can't believe I just made him agree. Well, that's me, Samantha, the girl who can get whatever I want. Diego is no exemption. That handsome, hot uncle.

I set our meeting today. I just wore my simple yet elegant dress to impress him even more. Well, little did I know that he's already impressed. He's just hiding it. He’s good at masking his true emotions.

Who would not? I could easily get what I wanted. I am waiting for him in this restaurant, and he is two minutes late now. I just hate it when people make me wait. But since it's him, I'll consider it.

I tapped the table while waiting for him patiently. He didn't want to meet us today, but of course, I pulled some strings. And he couldn’t say no. But damn, waiting makes me feel eternity. I frowned as I looked around.

“Where the hell is he?” I murmured to myself. I zipped my coffee while staring outside the restaurant. My phone buzzed, and when I checked it, I received a message from Zayn.

“I'll be there in a minute.” I guess I won’t wait any longer. A smile formed on my lips. We have a lot of things to discuss right now.

Three minutes had passed, and I saw him getting out of his expensive car. He even caught others' attention because of his attractive appearance. Some had their mouths half opened while staring at him.

I stood up to walk towards him with a smile on my face. I hate it when girls stare at him like that.

“Hi! You made me wait,” I pouted, then I turned to those girls looking at him with my furrowed eyebrows. I heard him sigh. I even intentionally placed my head on his shoulder to show them that Diego was already my property.

They rolled their eyes, but I didn't care. Droll whenever they want.

“What do you want us to talk about?” he asked while he was looking at me. I smiled at him sweetly.

“About the wedding,” I told him.  I could see that he was confused.

“Since you agreed, I'll be introducing you to my parents. You must make them agree to the wedding, but don't worry, I'll help you.” I winked at him.

He rested his back on the chair while he was staring at me with deep thoughts. I wonder what he is thinking right now. He’s probably cursing me inside his head. I giggled at the thought.

“When?” He asked. He was impatient while looking at his watch. He just arrived, and it looks like he wants to leave already.

“Thank God, you already utter a word. I thought I would be the only one talking here until this meetup was done.” I rolled my eyes. Isn't it hard to deal with this Oldie?

“Listen, Zayn. I don't want to waste my precious time. Tomorrow in the evening, you’ll meet them.  So, you still have time to prepare.” I saw his brow furrowed, but I didn’t stop talking. “And don't worry about my parents. They are easy to deal with.” Well, except my mon. I smiled at him. He only nodded. Though I'm nervous about my parents' reaction.

I know they will be shocked. But I must convince them first. I'm terrified about Mom's reaction. I know he will go mad later.

This guy's silence is making me a little bit irritated. He's not even asking about our situation. I wonder if he's bored or what. Did he have anything to say?

“Is that all? I still have a lot of things to do,” he and he didn't even touch the coffee I ordered him. It’s already cold. But he was a lot colder.

“I'm not done yet, Oldie.” I glared at him. He also glared at me because of the way I called him. He doesn't look old to me, but I just want to tease him.

“Here's the deal: this will be our setup. First, you'll have to marry me for six months. After that, you can divorce me all you want,” I told him, which made his forehead furrowed in confusion.

He was about to speak, but I widened my eyes to stop him, “You're not allowed to talk while I'm still talking,” I warned. He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever,” I heard him murmuring, but I didn't care.

“Second, we must act as lovers in public places. I want you to be as sweet as possible.” I told him and chuckled while thinking how he would do that.

“We must convince everyone that we are a couple. You have to date me, give me flowers, and shower me with sweet words.” I watched his face while suppressing my laughter. Damn, I wanted to laugh because of his reaction.

“Especially my parents. We must convince them. In that case, I will be living with you,” I said with a broad smile. Well, I've been waiting for this day to tell him.

“After the wedding,” he said but I shook my head. I want to live with him right now.

“Nope, after you get my mom's permission,” I told him. He leaned back on his chair while looking at me. He pressed his lips tightly.

“Fine, you can be my maid,” he said which made my eyes widened. He said what?

“What? With this face of mine? This kind of beauty is rare you know. You would make it as your maid?! That's ridiculous” I said in disbelief. He stood up to cover my mouth. That was loud I know. But his maid? I’d rather die.

“Lower your voice, Lady, we're in a public place,” he said, reminding me, but I don't care. I held his hand and removed it from my mouth.

“I don't even know how to cook. Why would I be your maid? I am your wife,” I told him which made him hold his forehead.

“Fine, I won't make you. Just lower your voice,” he said firmly. I even acted by zipping my mouth in front of him.

“Okay, okay. And lastly, you will act as my husband, and I will act as your wife. As simple as that,” I said, and he looked at me with no other choice.

“What do you think?” asked him. He seemed to be thinking about the deal.

“Fine, six months. I'll be at your house tomorrow evening.” He said which made me smile broadly.

“Great! I thought it would be hard to talk to you.” I extended my hand in front of him. I want to seal the deal. He stood up and grabbed my hand.

“Six months, woman. Only six months,” he clarified.