Only You

chapter 15

IXORA P.O.V

"Ixora Marie Sanchez where have you been?!" my mother of all people yelled at me when I entered the kitchen. What the fuck was she doing here. I never told anyone where I was headed to. Except my dad. Ah there he was the culprit looking guilty sitting next to my mother.

"Ummm mama. I can explain." I gulped.

"You better explain or I'm going to explode even more. I can't believe you didn't tell me where you were I thought you were still in Seattle for god's sake. You tell your papa but not me?"

"Cara... Calm down. She's a grown girl now." My dad attempted to calm her down.

"No, you just shush. You didn't think of it to tell me also? What am I? The maid of the house that the both of you choose to forget to tell me? Are yo u pregnant with Victor's child is that why you're here? You ran away? Where is that baffoon wimp?"

"Mama enough is enough. I came here for a reason and only papa knows why. All I can tell you is that I chose to come here not because I'm pregnant but because I got offered a job that was good. If you want to keep thinking negatively, please go wait in the car cause I've tolerated enough nonsense from everyone."

The room was silent. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Knowing my mother's eratic mood swings, I couldn't tell. She smoothed her non-existent wrinkle on her skirt and sat back down.

" And how is my angel doing?" my father asked me. He engulfed me in his hugs which I loved cause I was close to him and he could understand me. My father was a tall man. He was about 6'3". His once black hair was now accentuated with streaks of silver. But he still had a fit body for a 50 year old. Yes, he was only 50. My parents got married when they were very young.

I got my mother's brown/ blonde hair but my eyes were my father's and thankfully so was my character. My father to me, seemed like a teddy bear. But to most people, they were terrified of him. Let's just not get into that right now.

"So where is that bloke you call your boyfriend." my mother asked while sipping her coffee. Leah on the other hand was sitting and eating popcorn watching the nonsense that's happening with my mother.

"Well we aren't together anymore."

"Finally. I was waiting for that to happen. I already have a list of good Italian men that will suit you well."

I heard Leah's snicker and I gave my mother a smoldering look. " It's alright mother, I don't want any of those men."

"What is that supposed to mean? I have to find Italian women?" yes she actually said that. Leah burst out laughing, and my father was holding it in.

"No, mother I am not a lesbian. I'm just... "

"You're just what?"

"What's for dinner? Let's go out!" my dad said smiling as he put his arm around my mother's waist in attempt to divert her attention. Another reason why he was the best person ever. However, I knew that if he were to find out that I was seeing someone, he wouldn't be happy.

MARK P.O.V

Work used to be the only thing in mind for me. Now, a certain blonde beauty was constantly in my head and work seemed to drag on forever. Not only that, the papparazzi situation was gradually increasing now. Back in New York there were really few but as soon as I got off the plane today, they were hounding me like they were grey hounds finding their master's shot down rabbit.

"Mark! Did she tell you how good her test drive was with that guy?

"Mark! Who's your next victim? Or better yet, who's victim are you going to be?"