- Chris Evans Fanfic -
"Now Kiss your bride."
Shelby's eyes began to focus on Jake's, her body tensing up as an innocent expression formed on her face. Jake's hand that held onto her hands moved to her neck, pulling her into him. His lips pressed t...
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Putting the key into the front door, Shelby twists the key around and pushes the front door of her house open. Closing the door behind her, she automatically locks the front door. While it's never a good idea to leave the front door unlocked, the fact they were being watched made Shelby even more uneasy.
"Mom?" Shelby calls out, sorting through the mail to see if she had received anything.
Shelby walks into the living room to see her mother sitting on the couch in silence. She glares at her daughter as she walks further into the room. Their orange tabby cat, Teddy, lays on her lap loudly purring. He squeaks a meow at her as he stretches out in the older woman's lap.
"Mom?" Shelby raises a brow, placing the mail onto the coffee table.
"Well? Did you do it?" Patricia chirpily asks.
"Yes?" Shelby's eyes lower, avoiding her mothers judgemental expression.
Patricia tiredly laughs, covering her face with her hands. "Shelby...I didn't raise my daughter to make decisions like this. You don't even love the man–you hardly know the man!"
"Jake and I plan on figuring things out, Mom. He and I talked...some, and our plan will work."
"And what if it doesn't? What if Mr. Wiler hurts you both?" Patricia holds her hand up to prevent her daughter from interrupting her, closing her eyes as she thinks about what she's saying. "Now I know Mr. Strong is a big boy. He can care for himself. I know he's fairly wealthy–"
"He's wealthy? Jake never said he was wealthy." Shelby smirks at the idea of ironically marrying someone wealthy without knowing that person was wealthy. "Well, that's just a bonus."
"Mr. Strong lives next door to Miss Glynda. You've seen his estate...past the tall, metal fence that guards his property." Patricia reminds her daughter, "He's very well off for a man who rarely leaves his home."
"How do you know he rarely leaves his home?" The brunette leans her knee against the couch, arching her brow.
"Miss Glynda." The older woman softly smirks, "She knows everyone in the neighborhood. Everyone that lives on the current river, she knows. And she knows Jake rarely leaves his property because she liked to spy on him." Patricia rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue. "I think if Miss Glynda was a little younger and in better shape, she'd like to take you for Jake. She certainly likes to give me gory details."
The young woman's interest had been intrigued, sitting down in the striped accent chair beside the couch. "Gory details? Like he-has-a-hooker-over-every-night kind of gory details?"
Patricia's dark eyes go wide, her mouth dropping as she scolds her daughter. "Shelby Anne Benes! How on Earth do you get those ideas in your head?"
