The Family Man

Chapter 32

Mandy...

Ethan over reacted when I asked him about her. What does she want with me? "Uh...How may I help you?" I asked trying not to sound hostile.

"Can we meet?" She asked her voice expectant.

"Uh...I don't think that's a good idea." I told her. Ethan had over reacted when I asked who she was. What would he do if I met her?

"Please I just want to talk." Her voice was still expectant. It wouldn't hurt to meet her. I could swear Tyrone into secrecy.

"Fine." I said at last.

"Alright we can meet at Pablo's a few blocks down the road from where you work. Oh and please don't tell Ethan I know he is over protective." She knows where I work, should I be creped out that she knows that. "We can meet at one." She finished.

"Uh...okay." Is this a good idea? No, but it couldn't hurt.

"Nice speaking to you."

"Okay goodbye." And before she could answer I hung up. Should I tell him? But if I do he will stop me, so no. I walked back to the kitchen counter and sat on my stool. If I ask him who she is he might get irate again.

"Who was it?" He asked sipping his milk. Find a lie.

"Uh...a friend?" It came out more of a question than a statement.

"You're not sure?"

"It's a friend, she just wants to meet for lunch on Monday." I lied. Will he know I was lying? Just don't make eye contact.

"You're lying." He was staring into my eyes. Oh poop if I tell him he will stop me.

"I am not." I voice cracked. Oh poop.

"Yes you are. You're drumming your fingers. Who was it really?" Why is he noticing me? Should I be flattered or creped out?

"I am not. You know what if you don't want to believe me that's on you." I hissed.

"Fine then." He hissed back. We sat there in utter silence sipping and eating milk and Oreo. What does she want? I really want to ask him who she was but he will snap at me again. Maybe she's an ex-girlfriend? But why would she want to see me? Talking maybe?

"Cassabelle." He shouted snapping me out of my thought.

"Yes?" I asked looking at him confused.

"What were you thinking about so intently?" He asked.

"The wedding."

"Oh yea how about next month." He said getting up from his stool and to the liquor cupboard.

"Why next month?" I asked puzzled. Was it too far or too near?

"Because I want to make you mine officially." He poured rum into his milk.

"Alright and I was thinking that the colour could be red." I said watching him drink his White Russian. I really want one.

"Whatever you want." He said.

"Why did you propose to me?" I asked.

"Because it's the right thing to do since I basically ruined your life and I really like you." He rubbed our hands together. Really liking and loving are two different things. I really want him to love me like how I love him. I can't force him, but it breaks my heart to know he doesn't know that I am head over heels for him.

"Oh okay." I said sadly hardly noticing my tone.

"Okay what's wrong?" He asked taking notice of my tone.