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8. Know

Mr. James and I were having dinner in the dining room. His house chef has cooked something extraordinary for us. After ten days, I had eaten ten different dinners that I had not tasted before. Back home I had known only three recipes in nineteen years. We did not have the money to buy extravagant foods.

From a far, I saw Stephen approaching the dining room. I had not seen him since that night in the kitchen.

He did not sit down with us and specifically told the staff to not bring out any food for him. Stephen asked, "When are we going to do this?"

"Do what?" his father responded.

"The pregnancy thing. I want to know."

"You have to talk about this with Stella in private," Mr. James said. It was very considerate of his.

Stephen looked at me, "Did you think about what we discussed?"

I felt all eyes on me, and I worried. Why did Stephen have to do this in front of Mr. James? "I did."

"What did you discuss with Stella?" Mr. James asked, looking quite infuriated. I hated to disappoint him. He was being so hospitable, and there was basically nothing I could complain about in terms of Mr. James. On the other hand, I was being difficult and secretive.

"We discussed the procedure, father. I asked her about what she feels comfortable with," Stephen said. Mr. James was about to say something essential when Stephen continued, "Stella said she would like to get to know me better before having s.ex with me."

Mr. James and I were both relieved. I was unsure why Mr. James looked relieved. Did he expect his son to reveal something bad?

In a somewhat bitter tone Mr. James said, "You have to hurry. The time is running out."

What was wrong with him? He would eventually get what he wanted out of me. Mr. James needed to relax.

"Where is the girl who is going to raise the child with you?" Mr. James asked Stephen. I noticed that Stephen was getting nervous.

"I have not found her yet," Stephen replied honestly.

"What are you waiting for?" Mr. James seemed truly pissed. I felt awkward sitting there at the table. Both James men were in the mood for a fight and I hated to be in the middle of it. I recognised that Mr. James did not really have a reason to act as pissed off as he did. Stephen agreed to have the child and find a partner, what else did he want from his son?

"What do you want to hear, father? That I have not found the right p.ussy yet? F.uck off," Stephen turned around and left. In my short time with Stephen I learned that he only cursed when he was feeling attacked. Mr. James was pushing Stephen too much. He wanted all or nothing from him and that clearly agitated his son.

"Are you sure you want to get to know Stephen better? He will bitterly disappoint you," Mr. James told me. It was the first time I disagreed with him.

"Maybe you should get to know him better," I said, putting aside my fork and knife, I stood up and went to my room.