The introduction

Returning to my room, I gripped my buttocks against my bed, allowing wide thoughts to flash through my mind again. Most importantly, the fact that Mr. Grumpy wants to show his wife to his family—come on! Is this some kind of joke or what?

Just when I am about to settle on my thoughts, a knock comes across my door, breaking into my chain of thought, and I manage to yank out a "Who is there?" which is followed by a feminine voice responding with "Sir. Arnold wants you to wear the dress he bought for you".

Her speech threw me off, and I was left to stare at the blank wall for a while.

Oh!  Bitch! I know that he will one day introduce me to them, but I never know when it will be too soon not to talk about today.

"I will be ready, ok?" I stammer after realizing she's still at the door, as I can still feel her sensation around the door. Don't ask me how I can. I believe everyone can.

"Ok, ma'am," her response follows, accompanied by the sound her feet make as she despatches. Her now-current absence from the door makes me come back to her words.

"Sir. Arnold wants you to wear the cloth he bought for you." I mimic giving in to defeat already. It's not like I can say 'no' in the first place anyway.

I fasten my steps to the bathroom after getting on my feet and wanting to take a shower yet again in readiness for Mr. Grumpy's request.

After a quick bath, I walk out of the bathroom and forward my steps to my mirror stand, where I apply lotion to my skin. This being done, I walk to the bed where the red gown he bought earlier still rests.

I grabbed it and put it on immediately because I didn't want what transpired between us earlier on to repeat itself. Who knows if he is staring at me right now? I wouldn't want to be caught unaware again.

A few minutes later, I am already standing in front of my mirror, all dressed. I am wearing light makeup, which I did myself, and I believe it's good enough.

"Wow! " You look so pretty; I am sure Mr. Grumpy will be all over you when he sees you," my mind remarks.

"Oh! "Shut it! "I spill like we are having a face-to-face encounter.

"Whatever Bitch," I assume it says.

"Ask her to come out and meet me outside here." I hear it outside. How can I ever forget the voice? It's Mr. Grumpy. that dark and ruthless voice. My heartbeat fastens all of a sudden, the way it always does whenever it hears that voice.

Without giving me space to retreat inwardly like I always do, a knock comes across the door, making me spring up.

"Sir. Arnold wants to see you, ma," I hear. I am already standing close to the door, so I just pull it open, my eyes coming into quick contact with those of a maid who gives a light bow.

"Where is he?" I say more, like in a whisper, and watch as she directs me to his location with her left hand.

"He is over there," she adds with her lips, and rendering a bow, she walks away.

"Do you need more explanations to know where I am? "Get your fucking ass over here; my family members are already waiting for you downstairs, so come along," he says, and my eyes follow the direction of his voice, landing on him. He is looking so charming in the red suit he wears. I direct my eyes to his face, and I can notice this evil smirk on it.

"Stop staring like a fool. Let's go," he says. "And one more thing." I forward my stares to him, wanting to hear what he wants to say.

"We are going to act like real couples in front of them, so come over here and give me your hands; let's walk down as couples," he says, and I find myself walking up to him and doing as he has said. It's more like I have been longing to do it.

Side by side, we take each step together until we are standing right in front of a large golden table filled with his family and friends.

"Wow! "She looks so pretty," an elderly woman who I assume to be his mom says, walking towards me and pulling me along with her.

"Yeah, mom, not only is she pretty, she is also the best thing that has happened to me," he lies, and I can just scoff inwardly, pretty lier.

"Come, darling. I know you will like a white, flowing gown for your wedding. Oh my God! " You are going to look so perfect in it; you are going to be styled by the best designer in the whole of Mexico".

"I know my son has eyes for good things, but I don't know it's this much. Just take a look at you for an example; you are just so pretty and well endowed, and do you know this big head you see over there has eyes for big asses?" she states, and the only thing I render to this is loud laughter.

"Oh mom! Can you stop that? Why are you disgracing me in front of my friends and fiance?" He replies with a pout; he really looks cute doing that.

"But I am saying the truth, and yes, where are your fiance's family members?" She asked the most unexpected question, making the food I am about to gulp down remain in motion.

"Baby. Where are your family members?" She turns to me, and I just stammer like a fool. oboy! I never saw that coming.

"They called me a few hours ago saying they couldn't be here because their car spoiled on the way," he interrupts, and for the first time, I just want to cuddle him and thank him for saving me.

"That's so sad. My dear, don't feel bad, ok? But I would like to see your parents and siblings for sure".

"You will, ma. I believe anytime soon." I heave out my eyes, dancing around Mr. Grumphy, who just gives a little nod, looking away in a hurry. It sounds more like he is trying to avoid me asking him a question.