22. The Jameson's

MIRABEL

It took everything in me to be able to push him off me.

I looked at him frowning. "Please, stop accusing me of what I'm not, and stop trying to touch me in ways that make you think I want it when I don't." 

"And she speaks. I wasn't the one who said I was distracted. It was you who got distracted seeing me with another. It's okay to admit that you are jealous." He countered.

"But I'm not." My voice almost failed me.

He looked at me for some seconds as if thinking about something else to use against me but instead, when he opened his mouth to speak, he said something else. "There is a family dinner this Friday at my parent's place. They asked me to invite you so make sure to look your best and also don't do anything that will make me angry. You can leave."

What? I mentally gasped. Could Giveon be bipolar? It was how he suddenly switched on me. One minute he was being too much and the next it was like he didn't care and my presence irritated him. 

I walked out of the room and back to my desk. When it was time for closing, I packed my stuff to leave.

"If you don't plan on going on directly then you might as well take the car with me because we are going home together." 

I tilted my head toward the direction I heard Giveons voice. Did he just speak to me? Did he also suggest that I take the car with him?

"I..."

"No excuses. You might as well tell your boyfriend or your sex buddy or whoever it is that you usually speak to that you won't be going to him today. I forbid you from not using your brain." 

Ouch! That was rude of him. And most importantly I didn't have any. 

"But I…"

"No questions. You better start walking now." He stated firmly.

I quickly texted Beauty that I wouldn't be going home with her because I had to do something for Giveon. Just then I recalled that we cannot be seen as husband and wife so why does he want me to go home with him?

"I thought you said no one can find out about our marriage? Why…"

"If you think I haven't thought about that, then you must be slower than I think," he cuts me off.

"Firstly taking you home isn't enough for people to think I have interest in you. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Only those ugly men that you usually sleep with glance at you twice." 

"You don't always have to accuse…"

"What were you saying?" He cuts me off, taking a step towards me.

I clear my throat preparing to defend myself. "I…" 

I tried off when I heard the sound of his phone ringing. He quickly took a step back to answer the call, while I walked away, not wanting to allow him to say any more words to me.

We both got into the elevator together, saying no words to one another and soon we were in the car. The drive was peaceful. We got home and went our separate ways to our rooms.

 The week moved faster than I expected. There was no drama, I started my classes, and I've been doing my best coupled with work. Friday came faster than I expected and I was getting prepared to meet Giveons parents.

Once I was dressed and ready, I waited for him outside. For some seconds I felt awestruck when I saw him walking out through that door looking so handsome.

I mentally slapped myself when I realized I almost said that out loud. Giveon has always been handsome but something about him tonight was different. 

He was dressed in all white but somehow he looked different and devilishly handsome. I didn't realize I was staring for long until he snapped me out of it. 

"You might want to take a picture, it will last longer." He said with a clenched jaw and I regret looking at home for even more than a second.

I didn't say anything to him. Just as I reached for the handle of the door to enter the car, he stopped me. 

"Let me tell you this before we leave. Don't do anything that will make me angry with you, is that clear? If my parents ask you questions, don't always tell them the truth, lie to them if you have to. Also, never mention about me having a girlfriend." 

I was surprised to hear him say the last word. So his parents don't know he has a girlfriend? He must be too scared of them hence the reason he chose to get married. For a big bully like him, he was scared of his parent.

"What did you just say?" He asked.

I placed my plan over my mouth. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did and no I'm not scared of my parents. It's called honoring them.  Don't piss me off, is that clear? I'm already tolerating you as it seems and you want to make it worse?"

He walked away from me and got into the car while I stood frozen still in shock at how he switched every two minutes. 

"Are you going to get into the car  or do you want to be forced  in?"  

I entered the car and looked away from him. I was tired. The night hadn’t started yet but I was already tired and I couldn’t wait for the night to end already.

The car ride was quiet with little music playing. I looked out the window all through the ride and finally, we arrived at Giveons parent's mansion; a sight to behold the seconds the car drove past the dove water fountain that captivated me from the beautiful lights that surrounded it. 

I looked around the mansion and how big it was. Do not get me wrong, my grandpa and Giveon's mansion was just as big but compared to the beauty and aesthetics of Giveons parent's mansion, it was nothing.

“It’s nice to see you again Mira.” Giveon's mom said, pulling me in for a hug.

As much as I didn’t look forward to this night, she was the only person that made me think otherwise.