The Boy Next Door

2.

The loud repeated tapping of the shoes echoed the entire restaurant, at least that's what I thought or it was the only sound that my mind paid attention to.
A man, looking in his late thirties stood in front of me standing erect and with his head right in front of mine.
"Meet Adam." my mother gestured her right hand toward him and requested him to take a seat. Before Adam sat, he placed his palm in front of my eyes.
As an introductory gesture I reached my hand out and before attempts to touch my hands to kiss my knuckles, my father choked, "He's your future husband."
With astonishment and all shock, I pulled my hand to my thigh swiftly before Adam kissed it. My mouth was half opened in shock as I stared at my father with a 'what the f**k did you say?" expression.
My parents smiled at him awkwardly and I was left there in between them, speechless.
I took a pause at Adam, looking at him and trying to find faults, but there were none. He was dressed in pure elegance, like he bathed every day in rose water and essential oils, his suit was well pressed with not a single visible crease, his beard sharply shaped and his overall body language yelled power.
"Mom! Are you serious?" I whispered, leaning my face into hers.
"Amelia, you're 23, it's your age to get married."
With a jerk, I stood in my place, pushing behind the chair I sat on, "I know you are my parents but the two of you cannot decide when I get married and to whom? That's not in your hands! I'm not going to get married to him." It took me less than a minute to realize the chaos I've created, not keeping in mind about the surrounding I am that now stared at the four of us. 
My father looked at me as if I'm already married to Adam in his eyes.
"You're getting married to him and that's final, you better behave yourself. Adam has a lot of money, he's a CEO of his company, and he'll treat you well."he whispered.
A smirk appears on Adam's mouth and I noticed that he's not looking at me, he's looking at my neck, below my neck. He's looking at my chest. His eyes turn right and left and right and left.
He's looking at my breasts.
What a fucker!
I scoff, "I don't give a damn, and you think I'll marry him just because you say so? Or because he has a lot of money? Too bad you're wrong. I'm in love with someone else, someone who'll treat me better than this dickhead" I give Adam the most vulgar expression ever before standing up and leaving. In some situations, one has to lie as a necessity in order for things not to happen how it's supposed to happen.
"Sit your ass down lady." my mother finally opens her mouth, clearly showing that she supports this stupidity. Her wide eyeballs tell it all. 
Giving up my worth of fighting, I sit down quietly and attempt to not hear anything about the engagements or wedding stuff that echoes from my parent's mouth. My parents have done a lot for me ever since I was a child, their only child, I was pampered with gifts, and it is because of them my life has been this sorted. The bare minimum they asked from me is to listen to them but that's not the only good thing I did for my parents. After all, how long can a toy play on the command of it's owner?

Just when I urge to stand up and run for my life, a cold liquid is split over my dress. The waiter passing through my table, apologizes and guides me to the ladies room. "Uh sorry about that."
I wanted to say that it's the most expensive dress I own but all I assure him is that I'm fine.
I excuse myself from the table and walk into the ladies room. Grabbing a handful of tissues, I wiped off the stains and dried it under the hand dryer.

I knew this day would be ruined. 

 Waiting for it to dry, I flapped my dress over and over again and left the restroom. The guy with the name tagged  Simon stops me and admits, "I threw the champagne on you on purpose." My eyes that stared at the stain that was being wiped off by a towel met his.

"Excuse me." I said, confused.
"The man whom you were talking to you is no good for me. I have no right to judge but I want you to know that he has been bringing a lot of women here, girls your age as well and he's not the type of man women usually date. He's a rough."
He's a rough.
Hearing a waiter say such a thing about his own customer is surprising but I'd lie if I said I didn't agree with him.
Adam's demeanor clearly states that he's been sleeping with a lot of women.
"I wanted to save you and it seems like I've accomplished that." Simon smiles.
I thanked him and tipped him for the further torture he's about to come across, as he guided me to the spare gate without letting my parents know or leave any evidence. That's when I ran.
But I didn't run home.
It's because my presence at the restaurant will soon be suspicious and the first thing my parents will come running to...is my home.