The Juice is Worth the Squeezed

Chapter 18-Foreseeing The Future

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Warning! This Chapter contains Adult content

Geoffrey POV

"Who is that girl Geoffrey?" asked the witch glaring at me while sitting on the sofa.

I just returned from my room where Methel is currently at, I don't want her to listen to the conversation the witch and I will gonna have.

"She is Methel mom," I replied still standing, "I think you already heard about her so don't act like its the first time you saw her, in person at least," then I paused, "she is the girl i want."

"I know you want her," she snapped back, "why is she here if you don't like her a lot right?"

I nod at her.

"So why are you here?" I asked her folding my arms in my chest.

She stood up... Oh no! That can't be good, not good at all.

"Go home," she replied, "I also want to talk something regarding your future." 

"What future?" I asked her confused.

She just stared at me, her eyes so mean and frightening that it gets on your skin, even on mine.

"Your father and I decided that an arranged marriage will happen in the near future," she replied confusing me even more.

"Arranged marriage?" I asked her puzzled, "me?"

"Who else?" she replied then when she was about to leave but she once again turns around, fixing me a stare, "be home, I'm expecting you there," then she looks at his body disgustingly, "and wear something, be presentable."

She's already holding the door knob when I finally took the courage to speak for myself.

"It won't happen," I muttered then she stops moving that encourage me to speak more, "it won't happen mom, I won't marry some girl I don't even know, if I'm going to marry a girl, its Methel!"

She turns around, her eyes so furious but she remained calm.

"You will obey me and your father Geoffrey," she said seriously, "because your the only one, you're the last one."

After that she finally took her leave leaving me like I got the weight of the whole world on my shoulder.

Out of frustration I just lose myself. I yelled at the top of my lungs, kicking and punching the furniture around me.

"NO!!!! I wont!!!! I don't want to!!!" I yelled while punching the table and the sofa.

When suddenly I heard the voice that made me stop.

"Geoffrey," she said, her voice full of question but her face remains calm.

I abruptly stops and looks at her, breathing hard. There she is, standing not far from me, the girl of my life.

"What is wrong?" she asked me, her face now concerned.

I walk towards her, wanting to hug and be comforted by her.

"Methel," I muttered once I reach her and taking her in my arms, "we've got a problem."

I took in her intoxicating scent that made me calm.

"What is it?" she replied hugging me back.

I stared at her, with a plan forming up in my mind.

"Why are you smiling?" she ask me confused, "and what's the problem? Tell me Geoffrey."