4. The Most Handsome Man

“Y-YOU!”

“Yes, My Bee. This is me, your most handsome man?” That handsome man winked at Phoebe.

“Ridiculous!”

“You are the reason.”

“Oh my, go away!”

“To our honeymoon suite?”

“What?! Go to hell!”

“Bad choice, let’s go to heaven every night. And day? How about starting from tonight?”

“You’re crazy!”

“Because of you.”

“MOOOOMMYY!!” Phoebe’s mom and her little sister closed their ears, but not with the handsome man in front of her who’s laughing out loud. Still hugging her close and making their bodies stick together.

“Not bad. I’m sure you’ll scream my name like this, or maybe more passionate than this? I can’t wait to hear that, My Bee.”

“Just kiss her if she dared to scream crazily like that again outside our house,” said Jane Breslin, teasing them. That ridiculous idea made this handsome man smile widely and winked once again.

“Mom! Who’s your kid? Is it me or this silly man?!”

“Of course, Mommy is on my side.”

“Don’t call my mom as your mom too. She’s mine, not yours!”

“You’re right. Mom is yours, My mom is yours too, and ONLY YOU who are MINE. Am I right?”

Jane and Aretha Breslin can’t stop laughing at their absurd quarrel. Not just Mom and her little sister, but everyone in the lobby is laughing too when they see the two of them.

“I’m sorry, my fiancee is still upset because I always teased her,” said that handsome man. Phoebe remembered they’re still in the lobby. She hugged him tightly and buried her face in his firm chest because she was so embarrassed until her ears turned red.

“Shut up and take me out from here. You, silly man!” Phoebe talking when she’s still in the same position. Hearing that, he wrapped his arm around Phoebe’s shoulder. Then he leads their way to the elevator. Phoebe is still hiding her face behind her hair strands.

When they arrived in front of their rooms, the bellhop opened the door for them and brought in their belongings.

“Mommy and our Princess can use this room.” Phoebe furrowed when she’s heard his words. “And that’s our honeymoon suite. Am I right, Mommy?” The three of them burst into laughter again. But not with Phoebe.

She felt this handsome man was giving her some codes. The way he held her waist, his gaze, and gesture. It makes Phoebe take her role with him.

“Mom, do you want him to be your son-in-law? Are you sure?” Phoebe asking after her mom stop laughing.

“Why not? You two have always been together since your childhood days. He’s your best friend before your little sister was born. For me, he’s not only my son-in-law to-be, but he’s my son. So, don’t upset when he’s calling me Mommy too, Dear,” Jane Breslin explained to her eldest daughter.

“Alright then, I need to talk with him. But, I’ve to tell you this, I wouldn’t sleep in his room. That’s final, case closed! So, stop this nonsense conversation,” Phoebe said clearly to the three of them. Make them hold back their laughter.

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Right after Franz closed the door and turned around, he’s looking at Phoebe. She folded her arms in front of her chest, “Explain to me now, Mister Hanssen!”

“Take a seat first, Mrs. Hanssen to-be.” 

“Stop it, Franz Hanssen! I’m serious.”

“So do I, Phoebe Amaya Breslin.” Franz pulled her wrist, then persuaded Phoebe to sit on a couch, but Phoebe pulled back her hand.

“Which part? Say it clearly, please. You know, my head is full right now. It’s like never-ending trouble, always chasing me. And now you say you are my fiance in broad daylight? In front of those people? Are you insane?!” She’s trying hard to hold back her tears.

“That’s why I tell you to have a seat, my Bee.” Franz grabbed Phoebe’s right hand and gently pulled her closer to him.

“It’s okay if you wanna cry. I’m here now.” Franz almost hugged her, but Phoebe stopped him.

“Why I’ve to cry? And why do you always try to hug me? You, pervert man!”

Franz burst into laughter. Phoebe was like this all the time, always wanted to look strong because she didn’t want to be underestimated. That’s why she didn’t like to cry in front of anyone or any man. But Franz always comes at the right time to be her shoulder to cry on. And now, she talked like she doesn’t need him anymore.

It pissed Phoebe off. His laughter sounded mocking to her. She reached for a can of beer from the fridge and threw the cold beer to hit Franz. When it almost hit Franz’s body, he caught it right at the perfect time, making Phoebe stare at him in awe. His reflexes are always amazing.

Seeing her expression, Franz couldn’t resist teasing her again, “Look at your dumb face, My Bee. Dear God, please,” Franz burst into laughter again.

“Shut up, weirdo!” That irritated Phoebe again, and she finally sat on the couch near her. She folded her arms in front of her chest.

Franz walked close to her and sat next to her, then pressed that cold beer to Phoebe’s right cheek, “Sorry, my Bee.” She flinched, then reflexes fended off that can with all her might. It’s made Franz losing his balanced, which ends up kissing her lips dramatically and the worst part of it when one of Franz’s hand landed at the most favorite part of all men and babies in this world.

They’re startled and become awkward. Franz got up then sat in a stiff position. Phoebe touched her lips, then her chest. “Ouch, it’s hurt,” she murmured. ‘Damn! He squeezed it too hard.’ Phoebe cursed in her heart.

Making him reflex turn his head, “O-oh, sorry. What should we do?” Franz’s hand almost touched it again, but he stopped in front of her hand. Phoebe stared at his hand, then at his emerald eyes. They are both blushing, sitting stiff and awkward.

After a long pause, Franz suddenly remembered her story last night. “Ehm! So, about what you asked me last night on the phone. I remember Dad had told me something about Uncle and was still trying to figure out more details. So I couldn’t tell you now about those tiny clues. I don’t want you’ve to think about something that isn’t clear yet. Hope you can wait a little longer, my Bee.” Phoebe can understand and nod as an answer.

“Anyway, how is that guy?” Franz is curious about her male friend. He was never called them as her boyfriends.

“Which guy?” Phoebe furrowed.

“How many guys are you dating right now?”

“Hey! I’m not that kind of girl!”—Phoebe’s pout—”Hmm, yesterday we almost did it,”

“Did what?” He furrowed, turned his body to face Phoebe.

“You know, my plan,”—Phoebe’s stared at him—”about having my biological baby,”

“HELL! WHAT?! PHOEBE AMAYA BRESLIN! ARE YOU INSANE!” Franz pissed off and almost raged. “How many times have I told you? Don’t get too close to him! Dating is okay. That’s fine to spend your time with him just for FUN!”

“Why are you so pissed off, Franz?”

“Because he’s a jerk! If I told you all of his black records, maybe you’ll upset again with me and end up ignoring me until the end of this world!”

“How did you know? Are you spying on me again, Franz Hanssen?!”

“Look, a man always knows when something bad threatens his territory. I’m searching out his records, then BOOM! He’s right as what I thought, and if you’ve slept with him, that’s means I’ll be going to kill him now.” Franz spoke until he was out of breath.

Phoebe was silent. She knew Franz was right because Phoebe had already found out about his black records before Franz said that.

“Bee, I know you’re smart, so let’s think about this. What if you got pregnant with that jerk? Do you think you can threaten him with that evidence to get rid of him out of your life?” Franz asked in a calm, serious tone.

Phoebe gulped and thought, ‘How can he read my mind? Oh, crap!’

“If one day he’s found out about the truth. He will make a big fuss and talk about some shit to come back to your life. Do you want it? You won’t solve your problem, but you’re suicidal right now.”

“You are a billion percent right, Mister Hanssen. Tooootally right! No wonder you become a great CEO.”

Phoebe came to her sense and concluded, “If he’s just an asshole to us, then he’s useless to me now. You know, I lost interest when he was raging and whacked everything around him. What if one day he smacked me too? That is totally horrific, Dude?”

“Geez! Then let's ditch him now. What are you waiting for?”

Phoebe has made a plan and prepared some backup plans to escape from that bastard as soon as possible. This time she must not be rash and spoil everything. It has to be smooth and flawless. She remembered the biggest reason Key was after her, because of Breslin’s name behind her back. Franz is always right. She couldn’t bring someone like Key into her family, who’s one day would find out about everything and leak it out to the world or maybe use that for his own benefits. Then her greatest plan would fail miserably, and everything that she had done until today would have blown away in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, I get it. I will prepare something special for him. So, I can cut, slice, chop him out,” said Phoebe with a flame inside her.

“That’s my girl. Now I wouldn’t need to prepare any tricks to push him out of your life.” Franz smiled in relief, and Phoebe didn’t hear his statement.

‘You’re a nice girl. I hope you never change, My Bee. If one day you want to have a baby, either in a sober or tipsy state. I hope I’ll be the lucky one to be your one and only man. For now, just keeping you close to me is enough. At least I can be the first man you’re looking for whenever you need a home to come back. Just turn around, and you’ll see me standing right behind you. I’ll always be there for you, I promise.’ Franz’s monologue with a smile on his face.

Phoebe stared at Franz, who’s gazing at her. But from the look in his eyes, his mind wandered out there. “Psst, Franz. What are you thinking about?”

He’s not giving her any response. He even didn’t notice it when his phone is vibrating on the table. Phoebe stole a glance at the screen and read the name of a girl on it. She suddenly had a naughty idea to take revenge on him because she thought it's must be one of his girlfriends. She grabbed his phone and answered it.

“This is Mrs. Franz Hanssen speaking. Who are you, and why are you calling my husband’s private number?” Her voice when she said those words was like heaven’s bells for him. His eyes widened, but he doesn’t want to move. Or this will spoil the mood, and of course, his naughty but brilliant plan.

Phoebe bit her lower lip to hold back her laughter when she heard that girl keep on babbling and cursing Franz. “Hey! Stop cursing my husband, you bitch! How dare you try to harm our marriage?! Damn, you're interrupting our foreplay!” Phoebe suddenly felt her back turn cold. She turned her head and saw Franz giving her a deadly smirk and seductive glare. She gulped and realized that she had been digging her own grave.

“F-Franz, Akh!” Phoebe squealed when he pulled her wrist because Phoebe almost ran away. She’s almost got up, but Franz held on to her hand to sit back.

“Rule number one. Don’t get distracted while we’re doing foreplay, my naughty wife?!” Franz took on the role that came in a golden time.

“I, um. Sorry, I didn’t ....” Phoebe tapped on Franz’s phone and hoped that girl would still not hang up the call, but it was too late.

“Look what you’ve done. Now you can’t take it back, My Phoebe Amaya Breslin. Ah, maybe from now on I should call you Phoebe Amaya Hanssen? That’s sounds perfect on my tongue.” He's smirked and come more closer.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it. I was playing around like you always do.” 

“I don’t care. You already said as clear as a day that you are Mrs. Franz Hanssen, and we’re in the middle of making what you desperately want. Then, let’s make it real. What are you waiting for?”

“NO! FRAAAAANZ, YOU KNOW I’M JUST FOOLING AROUND!”

“Screaming my name for once isn’t enough, Mrs. Hanssen. Our family must be happy if they know we are giving them a special gift in a few months ahead.” Franz stroked Phoebe’s hair and tucked a strand of hair that covered half of her face behind her ear. He purposely touched her cheek down to her neck with his fingers, seductively. Phoebe turned pale, scared that Franz would be seriously going to force her to make a baby.