Obsessed

seventeen | repay

June

Merelda: Pick up the phone

My son🩷: Why?

Merelda: I'm about to call

My son🩷: Isn't it like twelve AM over there? Leave me alone

Merelda: June, answer your fucking phone

I roll my eyes once I see her call come through. "Hello mother dearest." I say sarcastically.

To my surprise she's not in our Paris townhouse, but instead, a very familiar looking private jet.

"Where are you exactly?" I question.

"In my country."

I almost try to seem shocked but I can't.

Most of the time I wasn't informed of what went on in the family, I was basically the last one to find out anything. She never said when she was going to be back, shit she didn't even tell me she was leaving.

"Did your thing get done early or something?" I ask

"Yes and no, I got homesick and booked the next flight back home, but the fashion show was already over, my assistants will do the rest of the work."

My mother was a fashion designer, her and my dad actually met on a business trip. I would say it was unfortunate she ended up with him out of all people, but then again, I wouldn't be here.

And I know this earth is grateful for my existence.

"Cool" I respond

There's a long pause before she speaks again.

"So Sandra's back hm?"

I stay silent as I can already feel a migraine forming. That annoying treacherous name. The memory of her banging on my door this morning come crawling back. I had to escort her with security, she's too persistent and I fucking hate it.

"I know this is tough for you and all but it's just the way things have to be."

"No— things don't have to be this way at all. I'm not marrying some whiny whore for the rest of my life to make you two happy! I've already established this and will never sign those damn papers Merelda!" I practically shout.

She looks at me, her expression isn't the same as Don's would be. Merelda is at least somewhat empathetic, I actually used to go to her when me and her husband fought. I don't know what happened between us, but it seems like since I've moved out, I've built a wall in between us.

That's a problem for another day tho.

"Look, I don't like her either June."

Huh?

"I know, I've been advocating for your marriage and all but...She's not the one for you, I get it. She's whiny, she's extremely selfish, and not to mention a complete air head. But— we aren't doing it cause we want you to, we are doing it cause we need you too. It's more than just company progress June-"

"Yes the fuck it is Merelda! You guys only care about yourselves. How many times have I told yall that I would rather kill myself than marry her? You can take those marriage papers and shove them right up your a-"

"Your father, he owes Hart. They go way back, it's complicated. This marriage thing, just think of it as a repayment. June, if you don't do it, well, everything he worked for is at risk. The Gullock and Vatican family have ties probably way before Don was born. This marriage is necessary, and until we find a way to get out of it, you have to follow through."

I didn't care what history we had with those stupid fucks. His repayment shouldn't be at the cost of my happiness.

I don't even know why I answered her call.

Without a second thought I hung up, throwing my phone on the opposite end of the couch and rummaging my hands though my hair.

If there's one person I was going to marry, it was going to be Amirlya Ruth fucking Lomami.