Chapter 10 Unwelcome guest

"I wonder what you think when you see me."- Unknown

Arabella POV

I woke up when I felt the bright sun hit my face. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock that placed on the nightstand. It was 9 am in the morning. I yawned and sat on the bed. I walked to the bathroom for my morning routine. After settled my morning routine, I wore a black t-shirt with my short pant and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

I heard some voices and laughter while making my way to the dining room. I recognized the voice, it sounds familiar. As I stepped closer to the dining room, I saw dad and there is one guy wearing a light purple casual shirt sitting beside dad. I couldn't see his face as his back was facing me.

"Morning, honey," dad greeted me excitedly when he noticed my appearance.

"Morning, dad. I don't know we have a guest-," I didn't finish my words when the guy turned my way. I jolted in shock. No way!

"What is he doing here?" It was out of the blue. I can hear my voice emerged.

"This must be a dream right?" I walked closer to the guy standing in front of me. I pinched his arm, hard. He flinched.

"No, this is not a dream," I muttered to myself couldn't believe my own eyes.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my cheeks. Wait, it felt like someone squeezed my cheek, both sides. "Ouchh.." I squeaked.

"This is not a dream, sweetheart," the voice whispered to my ear. Yes, it is him. Mr.Persistent keeps pestering me. And now he is in my house, or to be exact my family house. I slapped his hand and stepped away. I tilted my head to the side and looks at my parents asking for some clarification but they grinned as if they are enjoying some sweet scene in the movie.

"Seems like we can cut the first step to introduce each other," dad chuckled. I can sense happiness from his voice.

"Ara, honey. Dom, come, let's have our breakfast together." Mom interrupted us. She acts like she can read all the questions that popped out of my head. I take a seat beside mom while he takes a seat beside dad, annoyingly across me. I glared at him irritated. He just ruined my day again.

"Dad, mom, explain. Who is he? What is he doing here? How did you know each other? When? Why?" With one breath, I blurted out all the questions from my head. All I can hear was laughter from the three of them. They are getting fun with this morning scene. This is not a sitcom!

"Still remember Uncle John?" I tried to recall the name and I nodded remembering his face. He is one of dad's close friends and he visits us frequently with his wife, Aunt Sofia.

"This is Dominic Duncan, his son," I almost fainted with the reality. Whatever his name, I don't really care.

"What a small world," I shook my head.

"Indeed." He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him, suffocated with the small world.

"Dom told us how you guys meet in the restaurant last few weeks," mom said looking at me. I narrowed my eyebrows getting confused. Restaurant? Last few weeks? I thought our first met was at the hotel. I looked at him and he slightly nodded.

"Yes, aunt. We met in the last few weeks at the restaurant. It was the first time," he spoke. I can sense that he is planning on something which I don't know what it is.

Dominic POV

I moved a few steps closer to her. She was sitting freely with her book and a cup of tea nearby the pool table. She sat on the chair facing the pool. She seems to enjoy her book and not even realized my approach. I silently walk to her closer and sat on the empty chair beside her. She finally turned her face to me.

"What are you doing here?" Annoyed. That was written clearly on her face but still, her voice makes me happy. It sounds like a lullaby that could make me falls asleep.

I rested my chin on my palm and support my elbow on the table. I looked at her face mesmerizing by her beauty. Damn, everything about her captured my eyes. She always did.

"Done eyeing me?" I saw her face blushed while questioning me. I shook my head as a 'no' and keep looking at her with my deep eyes.

"Ugghhh," I heard her growled as a dislike.

"You are pretty," I praised her, sincerely. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ahh, that's cute," I said chuckled at her response.

She pinched me at my arm, for the second time today. It was not painful at all and I like the way her skin touched mine. I know I sound like a pervert now but I can't help. She is like a spell to me.

"That is the second time for today," I grabbed her small hand. She wiggles tried to escape from my grip. "Let me go," she protests and I let it go unwillingly.

"Tell me," she demanded looking at me. I raised my eyebrows signaling her to continue.

"Did you..did you tell them about Matt?" She stuttered as if she was scared to mention the name in the house.

"Do you want me to?" I asked her even though I can predict her answer.

"No.." she shook her head weakly and lower her gaze to the floor. I knew her parent doesn’t know anything about him and especially what he has done to her, his violent action. I balled my fits at that thought. I don't really know how serious he hurt her but still, it makes me angry every time it crossed my mind.

"I won't tell them about him," she turned her eyes and looked at me. With a sweet smile and I love that. It melted my heart even more.

"Promise?" She asked for confirmation still with her sweet smile shooting and my heart. God, I can stare at her with that smile for a day. It can cause diabetes, too sweet and too good to be true.

I nodded my head, "Promise but with one condition." Now I killed her smile and replaced it with a curious look.

"What?"

"Marry me."

"What?!"

"Be my wife."

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