Happily Married To An Asshole

Chapter11: Stupid Asshole.

Xavier's P.O.V.

"Mum, what took you so long?" I asked as I saw them walking toward me.

"It's been five minutes, you ostrich," she shot back.

I rolled my eyes. Ostrich? Seriously? That's the best she could come up with?

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young man," she scolded, placing both hands on her hips.

"Whatever. Why am I here again?" I deadpanned.

"I told you—you need to meet her, talk to her, get to know her before you get married. I'm pretty sure you don't want to meet your wife for the first time at the altar."

I just stared at her in disbelief. She can't be serious.

"You're telling me I left an important meeting for this?" I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. "No, I'm not doing this. I'm leaving. I don't even know why I agreed to this in the first place."

I turned to leave, but my mum grabbed my cheek and pulled.

"Xanvy," she cooed, patting my face.

I swatted her hand away. "Mum! Don't call me that!" I whisper-yelled, looking around to make sure no one heard. God forbid that name gets out.

Dad just chuckled. Traitor.

"Just talk to her for thirty minutes," Mum pleaded. "It won't kill you. And trust me, you definitely won't regret it. She's very beautiful." She winked. Well, she tried to wink—it looked more like an eye twitch.

I sighed, massaging my temple. They never give me a choice, do they?

"Fine. Thirty minutes. No more, no less." I said firmly before walking into the restaurant.

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I stepped inside and looked around.

A girl was sitting alone. But wait—why does she look like she's fifteen?

Where is the person I'm supposed to meet?

I scanned the restaurant again. No one else was there.

Is she lost? This place was fully reserved. What was a kid doing here?

I frowned when I noticed something—she was staring at me.

Great. Another one.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to call Mum.

"Mom, where is she? There's no one here." My irritation was very clear.

"What do you mean there's no one? We left her there!"

I heard Dad's voice in the background. "Maybe she went to the bathroom?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I've been standing here for two damn minutes, and you're telling me she's in the bathroom? How long does a woman need in there?"

Today was not my day.

I stole another glance at the girl. She was still staring.

Was I missing something here?

"Mum, wait... what is she wearing?" I asked cautiously.

"What do you mean what is she wearing? She's the only one there!"