Chapter 39: Meet The Parents

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"Baby girl, are you ready? My mom and dad, they're there." He walks into the closet in his soft blue button up shirt and ripped dark grey leather jeans. He looks so sexy. Truthfully, he always does; with that kissable tan skin under that expensive suit. I imagine pulling his tie over over my shoulder as he takes me from behind. Could it be possible I'm this attracted to someone? Attracted enough to want to be turned out. Maybe not attracted, more infatuated or in love.

Can one blame me? The actual way he makes love to me is addicting; I just want more and more.

"Yeah, I'm just about." I say clipping the tie at the back of my heel. I pick the two handbags from the shelf and hold it out for Jacob to see: Tommy Hilfiger or Chanel. "This one or this one."

"The red one," He says coming closer to me. He takes the Tommy Hilfiger bag and leaves the Chanel in my hand. He puts it back on it shelf. He lays his hands on my hips. "It goes with your skin." He leans in for a kiss at my nape.

I arch my back, pushing closer to his body as close as we can get at this moment. We have a dinner reservation. Unfortunately.

He smiles this genuine smile and holds out his precious hand to me, and for a moment I feel blessed to be with him. He is truly the perfect boyfriend, my sent from heaven; everything he has given me and I'm not simply speaking on the designer handbags and shoes but everything in safety and trust. He gives me that.

I place my hand in his happily and we both walk out of the Jacob's mansion, we arrived this morning from our weekend-long date in Miami, now we are back home in New Hampshire.

Now, we are on our way to dinner with his parents. I'd be lying if I said I'm not nervous. His father already doesn't like me, at least he makes the effort to disguise  it. Best option, I'm not going anywhere. I have no plans to. Not to say Jake and I are in it for the long run, but here I am. The only girl in his life he wants to be with. The only guy I want to be with. I don't want anyone else, I cannot see myself with anyone else. So let us take this step in our relationship as we dictate the step we're taking. No one else. Just us.

I won't see him for a couple of days after tonight's dinner and I am not entirely happy with that, but what would could I do? He gave me a weekend long trip to fucking Miami. I've never been, and it was honestly the best. Though, I get mad sometimes because I don't see him as much as I like. But could I really stay mad when he takes me out on dates like that? Everything was simply amazing, the time we spent together, the amazing morning sex.

Jake and I have two different things going on. I was still in school and Jake had other pressing priorities that I don't know too much about. Me not knowing is the most scary part of our relationship, because I feel it in my heart that he's going through it. I have somewhat accepted and chosen the position of respecting his private affairs. There are matters I just can't be involved in as his girlfriend and not his one of his pack members. I hope things change so I can get closer to him in that way. So I can be there for him, and so he doesn't feel like he has to keep a part of his life away from me. Damn, I want to give this man everything and receive the same in the end. All that love. All that passion. Baby, give it all to me.

All I want is to get closer. I suppose it is too much for right now.

Before I knew it we are in the garage getting into one of his foreigns, he opens the the passenger side for me and I get in. He gets in on his side.

He presses a couple of buttons and takes off, out of the garage and soon on to the road to the restaurant we were headed to.

"You know, we don't have to do this. We can just ditch this. I know this great restaurant with the greasiest burgers in town."

"It seems like you are more nervous than me." I giggle.

"I guess I am."

I shake my head, "No I don't think we should ditch this dinner. This dinner is important to your mom and to me. I want to get closer to in anyway you let me. And if having a formal dinner with your parents is the only way you can think of, then that's what we'll do."

I place my hand over his lap, and massage into his crotch. "It's going to be good." I assure.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"No," I laugh. "but how bad could it be?"

"You have no idea."

"No matter what, I wanted this. So, thank you for giving me this." I lean over and kiss his cheek.

With only a bit more road left over, we reach our evening dinner in 20 minutes. I stood by the door waiting for Jacob to get his valet ticket. My heart is beating fast out of my chest and I almost can't breathe, but then I feel his gentle calloused touch against my back and there I know everything is going to be fine.

You know why, because I'm here with someone that I am so in love with and we are doing this together. The comforting factor in this is that I'm not alone in my anxiety. Jake feels it to. He is just as nervous as I am. "Are you ready?" He ask.

No. "Yes."

He pulls into the restaurant's valet and we stepped out. I walk to the entrance door, Jake was not too far behind. His hand reaches for my back and he opens the door for me and I walk in before him. The evening host shows us to our seats.

"I thought you said they were here."

"Strange, they said they were pulling up." I look around and see them from afar the restaurant, they came in a different entrance. Jake's mother and father. Mr. & Mrs. Young. His mother had shiny blonde hair unlike Jake he had his dad's jet black hair. They wore late night dining attire; Mrs. Young wore a green topless night gown and Mr. Young a black suit with a blue striped tie. Mr. Young, I never spoke to much too him as Kaitlyn's best friend and as Jake's girlfriend. To be honest, I'm pretty sure he never really liked me even before I started fucking his son. I think but I'm not sure, he doesn't like me because I'm human. That's the only possible explanation. Unless. . .

"Scarlett. My baby!" She said raising her clutched purse in her hand. Jake's mom was the first one to greet us. We both stand to greet his parents. Jake hugs his mother and shakes his father hand; me trying to be as lovely as possible I show them my warmest smile and greet them well. We all take our seats, a waiter soon came to take our drink order. Jacob's dad orders for the table a top shelf wine bottle. As I looked over the food menu and didn't take too long to decide that wasn't the point of this dinner—to eat. I needed to get to know another side of him.

"So Scarlett," Mr. Young started.

"Mr. Young, I hear so much about you but I'm afraid we've never really spoken."

"No, I don't think we have. I'm looking forward to getting to know you sweet heart." His eyes, they were cloudy, so unable to judge. His words were charming. My heart fluttered, with Jacob I felt it when he spoke and with his dad I felt the same. This man is my boyfriend's father. There is so much I want to ask, so much I want to say, but there isn't anytime for that— I had to make an impression.

"Yeah, Scarlett. You look great, by the way in that beautiful yellow dress. Where did you get it?" Mrs. Young asks.

I cheesy lightly, "Well, your son he took me on a trip to Miami last weekend and this dress, it's a souvenir."

"Ooh, that's sweet." Estelle speaks a cool response.

"It was the best. He's the best." Under the table I reach for his knee and stroke him gently.

"So do you love her Jake?"

"Mom, we've barely gotten through pouring our drinks and all these questions."

"But really it's a simple answer." I say.

"Love?" Mr. Young scoffed. "Jacob's not in love, are you?"

Jacob looked up from his menu and made eye contact with his father, "I am. I love her."

"I assume by being here, you two are fairly serious." Mr. Young said.

"I should think so; I've been given reason." I said.

Our waiter came to our table to put down our wine, then he took our order.

I choose the Roast chicken with Red Wine Demi-Glace Polenta. Jake ordered One pot mushroom Tetrazzini, his mother ordered the same. Finally, Mr. Young had the Kobe Beef special.

We had our dinner and we made small talk, the dinner actually came out to be better than I expected.

"So Scarlett, you're graduating this year. Am I right?" Mr. Young ask.

"Yes." I respond.

"What are your plans after graduation?" Jake's mother ask.

"Ohm well," I take a sip of my glass of my wine, I faltered my answer as long as possible. I had yet to tell Jake. "I have been accepted to NYU, so this coming fall that's what I'll be attending. Over the summer I will be attending a school for of mystical arts in Florence to expand my knowledge on. . . well everything."

The all looked at me, Jacob looked like he just woke to a rude awakening.

I linger my stare at him and silently apologize for not telling him before this—personally. My decision to go is going to affect our relationship, and we just have been making progress. I hate to see us take a step back because I'm leaving the country.

"What school?" Mrs. Young ask.

"Melrose International. Have you heard of it?"

"I have actually, Jake's ex-girlfriend's mother actually attended there and she's the best Healer I know." Jacob's mother responds.

"Ex-girlfriend? I didn't know Jake had an ex-girlfriend." I look at him, now we were both in hot water. He lied to me. How could you lie to me about something like this? "This ex, were you two serious?" I ask Jake.

He looks at me with his goldish brown eyes that were always so sweet on me.

He sighs, "Thanks for that mom," he begin.

"Well Jacob, in a solid relationship you shouldn't be keeping anything each other anyways."

"Well there are some things." Mr. Young comments.

"Of course—of course, it's important you two establish trust though."

"We are still building on that, I think. Jacob doesn't tell me everything and that can be so—disappointing. But I get it, why we shouldn't, maybe, share everything."

Mr. Young nods his head agreeing, "How's Ella anyways Jacob?"

"I haven't spoken to her since I left for Grayson." He grunts. He leans back into his chair.

"Is that right," his mother goes, "you two were inseparable—we were sure they'd be mates."

"Ella would have made an amazing addition to our family." Mr. Young said.

"It seems it didn't work out that way, did it not? I'm not even sure, she remembers me."

"Of course she does, you were her first love."

"Really?" I actually am shocked, I didn't know Jake had been anyone's first love. "Was she your first love?" I look over at Jake beside me. I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes were twitching right about now. I hate this miss-communication.

"Yes," his mother answered for him, "You guys were 16—15?"

"14." Jacob corrected her.

"Why made you two end?" I ask.

He looks over at his father and shakes head and says nothing. Was his father the reason? Did his father have it in him to come between Jacob and I? I could I become just another ex?

"Yeah baby, what happened between you two?" His mother asked him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I really don't know. We just lost touch, we were young."

You don't know, or you just won't say?

• • •

"Two chocolate ice creams, one with sprinkles." Jacob said to the vendor taking out his wallet. I stood not far behind him on a corner wall, holding his coat close to my body. We decided to go out for a bit of extra dessert. We aren't too long of a way from the restaurant. I hold on to his coat over my body as the night weather became cooler. He came back to me with two ice cream cones and take of around the corner to the town's park. It was dark out and the way we walk, not much people to see. It was getting a bit late.

I twirl my ice cream cone in my hand, "So do you want to talk about it?"

"About?"

"The dinner. How do you feel after that?"

"How do you feel?"

"I feel like we are keeping things from each other."

"Mhm." He melts his ice cream into his mouth using his thick tongue.

"Why didn't you tell me about your ex? What's her name? Ella?"

"Why didn't you tell me about Melrose?"

"I was trying to find the right time."

"Well, so was I." He responds. I stop in my tracks and look beyond to the small stream of sprinklers, watering the park's grass. Jake soon stops too.

" It isn't the same and you know that. Don't you love me?" I ask, my eyes wondered everywhere but his

"You know I do."

"Then why are getting the opposite of close, why do we have the opposite of trust?"

"What are you talking about?"

My eyes fills wet, the sky begins to let down flakes of water. "I don't have you Jacob, and I'm trying. I'm trying to get close but you keep pushing me away. So just stop, you don't do that to someone you love."

He scoffs and end up chuckling. "Oh, the irony."

"What?" I say confused. He comes closer to me and takes his unoccupied hand to stroke my face, he leans in for a kiss and as he does so he slides his hand over my waist under his own coat on my body.

"If you notice we've been here before but on opposite ends. Me trying to get to you and you just pulling away."

My heart sinks in remembrance, "Why are we doing this again?"

He places his forehead against mine, "Baby, you lost your father it was only right you were so closed off."

"And you? Tell me what's going on with you." I urge.

He looks past me, "A lot of loss, baby girl."

"Tell me." I urge. I place my hand on his hot neck and trace his peaking tattoo. "Can you please?"

"Give me a little more time. Just a little bit longer; bare with me."

"Do I have any other option? I don't think I can leave you, leave this."

I pull his head down to kiss him, I swirl my tongue around his sweet mouth. I embrace him and my face becomes against his neck. "Don't ever leave me."

"I can never."

I could just die right here and now for my love. I'd do anything for him even if it meant I'd have to wait. I'd wait a hundred years, just to have this. The warmth of his nape against my lips. I'm so in love with him. My man. I hope we get better. I hope this gets better and we get closer.

• • •

Many weeks later. . .

"I'm at the airport right now, my flight leaves in about 10."

"Fuck, I'm sorry I'm not there to see you off baby girl." Jacob says regretfully.

I shake my head as I look across from me Emily was looking through a magazine, her leg crossed over one another. She was here with me, "It's okay. I'll see you next week when I get settled in to the suite."

"I'll be there."

"I'll call you when I get off the plane."

"Alright, and hey?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

My heart drops to my toes in my solid green Adidas. I say, "I love you."

• • •

"Wow, I don't know how you have the energy to take a bath right now." Emily says hoisting herself onto the glass mirrored 4 by 4 dresser that sat in the middle of the suite's dressing room. I was already fixing things where I wanted them. After we arrived in Florence, we got ourselves some food and made our way here to our home for the next 2 months. Jacob offered to fund my stay here and I let him, I could not have figured such an extravagant suite we'd be staying in.

The suite on its own is exorbitant. They were two full sized bedrooms; Emily had her own and across from mine after the suite's parlor.

"I have a long day in the morning. I have to go admission, get my books, my schedule. Can you believe all of those things got lost in the mail? I'm so damn unlucky." I shake my head fixing my underwear drawer. Emily falls to the floor next to one of my open suit cases and pulls out a black pair of Saint Laurent. "Whoa, when did you get these?"

"Uhh, last month I think."

She admires the heel, "What's your size? Maybe I can break them in for you." She grins.

I smile at her, "I'm sure you can. You got a hot date coming up?"

"Mmmm, maybe." She sings sliding the heel on her right foot. She stands to size it out. She leans in and take the other heel out of my shoes suitcase and puts those on her right foot. "You don't need these you have so much more." She says strutting in them across the suite.

"Of course I do, those were a gift."

"Jacob?" She asks mischievously.

"Yeah." I say rolling my eyes cheesing.

"So tomorrow, a town car will be picking you up." She said as she favored herself in the full-body mirror. "8 sharp."

"Just me?"

"Yeah, I have to get to Melrose a bit earlier than that." Emily said. This year Emily is going to teach a course a course called "Sagesse Sage"

Which translated into English as Wise Wisdom. It is a course that specializes in

•Read of the Aura
•The Working of and with Sound Therapy
•Exploring Portal Openings
•Enhance of Intuitive Abilities
• Spirit Crystals
• Astral Travel
and Much More.

"But I'll meet you at the Day Office, to help you get situated."

"When you did this? How was it for you?" Emily has attended Melrose before and now she was going to be a professor.

"After leaving here I was strong mentally and spiritually. There are so many things that you can discover. I only wish you were staying a bit longer."

"I can't, I have to go toNew York in the fall."

"I know—I know. You could learn so much about yourself."

"Well I'm here now." I say.

"And Jacob will he be staying here?" She turns me.

"I don't know, will I be seeing Noah?"

"Hmm," she holds her hips and spins it to me. She glides on the closet room floor and puckers her lips, "Maybe. . . would that be a problem?"

"Absolutely not, just keep it down because I need sleep and I don't want an image of you having sex. Thank you." I giggle.

"Oh, you got jokes now? Okay. " She teased.

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