White Lies and Sweet Compromise( 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌💕)

Chapter 57

Deacon Ffrench Snr private residence.

The house before Wendy loomed magnificently in its wooden and stone structure, she tried her best to quell the overwhelming desire to flee to the car that she just alighted from but felt her anxiety subside somewhat when Deacon's strong fingers wrapped around hers in comfort.

She looked over to him as they walked up to the birch front door that was promptly opened by a rather imposing figure. He smiled at her and she did her best to smile back. Deacon seemed to be taking his father wanting her to meet with him too calmly knowing exactly what the old man was capable of.

Deacon Ffrench Sr had not intended for her to be the future Mrs Deacon Ffrench Jr and with his plans close to disarray he was no doubt ready to bustle everything back to his order and put in place what he desired for his heir and predecessors.

Her feet felt like lead in her nude heels as she followed Deacon up the steps to where the dark giant of a man held the door wider offering them admittance into the rather superbly styled country house that surprised Wendy with its rather simple yet appealing and homely interior.

She wiped a sweaty palm on the light cream pencil skirt that seemed to suddenly feel too tight against her shapely thighs and self-consciously adjusted the matching jacket that she wore over a peach camisole. The day was going perfectly until Deacon came out of the lounge and told her that his father insisted that she too should accompany him here.

Her eyes automatically shot to a door as it opened revealing another tall bulbous figure that loomed above them. She stared openly at the imposing figure that seemed in no way to set Deacon ill at ease as they greeted each other warmly, she was surprised when he turned a warm smile to her as he greeted her before admitting them yet into another rather superbly decorated room that she saw was a dining room.

It boasted a table set with fine cutlery for four occupants, along with a well-outfitted breakfront and a double-door dining server with a concealed wine rock that had above it a huge oval mirror framed in a highly varnished cedarwood on the light brown wall.

She stood admiring the cedar furnishing that gleamed like the chute wine glasses on top of the long table covered with a pristine tan tablecloth that complimented the light, soft, neutral and relaxing aura of the room.

She found herself imagining eating many jovial family dinners in here as she mentally made a few touches she could add to up the interior...
a few crystal vases of white roses here and there, along with a small side table holding a lamp in the darkened corner also on the server she would place a wine bucket or a miniature...

Christ, she needs to get a hold of herself. This was beginning to get too much for her, meeting Deacon Ffrench Sr was doing crazy things to her equilibrium and throwing the cool, collected Wendy Preston into a tailspin.

She best gets herself in order if she wants to get through this in one piece.

Deacon turned to her as the man excused himself. He smiled at her sweetly as he reached up to caress a soft cheek, when he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss Deacon Ffrench Sr walked into the room and Wendy found herself staring into expressive eyes as he made his presence known, beside him was the man that admitted them inside earlier.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," the older man said and Wendy had to admit she sure wasn't expecting such an opening. It never dawned on her that the older man cared much for anything except what he wanted.

Deacon stepped slightly away from her and turned to his father the two so much alike in appearance that she saw the older as a more mellowed version of the younger. There was an air of defiance to Deacon that had over the years become an automatic response to the man he had butt heads with too often to count.

"Please take a seat. I ask Mason to get dinner plated," the older man informed as he walked to the chair at the head of the table his companion walked to the chair on the right opposite to the older man leaving Deacon to take her to the other chairs on the left of his father. "I hope you are hungry I ask Mason to prepare a celebratory meal."

Wendy felt her heart sink further as such a statement coming from Deacon Ffrench Sr felt like nails in her coffin. She knew that if the older man requested that she part ties with Deacon she could not endure it. To be ripped from the man she loved heart, body and soul would break her completely.

She knew she would never stand in the way of Deacon finalising the terms with where he stood with the older man. The choices Deacon made would not be determined by his commitment to her. It would not be on her shoulders where the wind blew in this long battle of will, dominance and strained father-son relationship. As much as she loved and cared for Deacon she would never influence any further breakdown between the two.

She knew all too well what wanting to have a father to love you beyond circumstances and measures meant, to see you as more than just a figure in a life that they deemed fit for everyone except you.

She pulled her mind back to the setting at hand and stared at the older man who smiled at her warmly much to her surprise and confusion.

Was he smiling at her and looking at her as if she was not something he wanted to kick to the curb?

"I must express that I am very happy that we can sit like this as there are a few things I want to share with both of you," he told them and Wendy clenched her fist in her lap and waited for the axe to fall severing her desires.

She found herself almost rising from the table and screaming at the older man to just put the chit-chat aside and get the matter over with. She was a bunch of nervous and if this should prolong any further she was sure the older man would find it far easier to drive her out of his son's life.

"Miss Preston..."

Wendy was not sure what was more dreadful the beat of her heart pounding wildly in her chest, the sound of her name being called by Deacon Ffrench Sr or the piercing eyes of the older man on her. She swallowed visibly and blinked as she tried to retain her composure but as her mind cleared her worries with determination to fight for her relationship with Deacon she heard her mouth blurting out as she stood up.

"It's best to get this over with. Mr Ffrench I know you are by no means pleased with my relationship with your son. I am by far the last chance you seek as a daughter-in-law but I mean no disrespect when I say I don't think Deacon and I need your approval to love each other.

I love Deacon with everything in me. He completes me. He has allowed me the rise from my past face my fears and strengthen me with his unconditional love. For most of my life, I have been running from heartbreak and disappointments. I will run no more. I will fight for my love with Deacon and if you should be spiteful to him for this then I have judged you wrong.

I know all you have done is to protect him as well as be the best father you know how, but he is now a man and it's time you let him prove that. Let us prove that we belong together."

Silence fills the dining room as the three men stare at her but when the older man laughs then turns to Deacon and says, "Deacon I must admit I like my future daughter-in-law a lot."

Was she dreaming? was her only thought.

𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷𖧷

Heellloooo 😊

Wendy sure wasn't expecting an accommodating Deacon Ffrench Snr... could say pretty much the same for Deacon too.

But what is the old man up to?

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