Spoilt Rotten

Chapter Eighteen

An Unfortunate Reintroduction

Despite the amount of rooms in the Bateman's holiday home, Alex insisted that I slept in his bedroom. It was patterned with cool colours, shades of blue and light grey, and expensive looking furniture. I noticed the elephant in the room. "Alex, there's only one bed." I mentioned as I put my bags down on the fluffy carpet. He playfully leaped onto his king size and shrugged, "It's big enough." I sighed and sat next to him and stroked his flawless hand. "You know that we'll get caught. It's too risky!" Alex chuckled and wrapped his fingers around mine, "Then I'll just have to chuck you onto the floor when my mum comes in to open the curtains." I smiled and nuzzled his collarbone before there was a knock at the door. His mum, as most mums do, came in without an invitation and we quickly separated. She was holding a stack of paperwork and she didn't seem to notice the stray pieces slowly slipping from her grip. "Are you settled in, Nicholas? Alexander! Are you not going to grab the camping bed for Nick?" I nodded and Alex groaned, telling her that he'd get it later. A lie. His mother dragged her fingers through her son's hair and kissed his head. She began again, "Anyway what I came to tell you is that your father is hosting an important dinner tonight. Would you two like to join us?" Alex looked at me and awaited my reply. Under pressure I nodded, "Why not?" Elizabeth Bateman grinned and quietly clapped her newly manicured hands.

I had never been to an extravagant party before. Some might call school's recent festivity extravagant but I assure you, it was the complete opposite. Due to the fact that I hadn't planned for any fancy get togethers, I had nothing to wear that would be appropriate. "Honestly, just wear jeans and a t-shirt. There's no need to dress to impress me, you're perfect in whatever you wear." Announced Alex as I stood in the view of the mirror holding some of his shirts to my bare chest. I threw a dark purple button up shirt at his head in response, "Shut up, I'm not dressing to impress you. I'm dressing to impress your family. I bet in their eyes I'm the equivalent to a shit shoveler in the medieval times!" My boyfriend giggled and got to his feet. He grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him, his hands moving up to my neck. The guy brought his face closer to mine and said, "Stop being so cute." We both smiled and broke into a full on making out extravaganza. Woah. As his lips slowly made their way down my neck and chest he swiftly pulled off his navy blue polo shirt. I looked at his torso and wrapped my arms around his waist. Despite being only seventeen he looked as if he was created by the gods, I blushed scarlet as his hands crept lower down my body. He stopped just above my shorts, he knew when I would begin to feel uncomfortable. I wasn't uncomfortable, I was the personification of popping candy at this moment in time. My mind whirled and spun with happiness and feelings of safety, I was safe when I was with Alex. The door handle creaked as Mrs Bateman came to tell us that the event had started. We had never moved apart so quickly than that time.

After finally deciding which of Alex's shirts to wear, we went downstairs to a frenzy of guests. Middle aged to elderly men seemed to be connected at the waist with their wives as they gossiped and drank their pricey cups of wine. Most of them brought there younger children who were situated in their own corner of the room. Mr Bateman, clad in a dark brown suit and bright red tie, was deep into conversation with another posh looking couple. He looked less serious than when I first met him but I still didn't dare to step a foot in his way. Alex and I made our way through the large dining hall to the odd table of company cards and brochures, the only unpopulated location in the room. We leant against the wall, still touching as always, and drank our glasses of coke. Mrs Bateman had found out about her son's drunken state at school's party and had banned any alcohol until he turned eighteen, to Alex's dismay. "I don't even know half of these tossers." He muttered under his breath as a short man and his spouse shot him a friendly smile and wave. I chuckled and opened my mouth to reply before a voice cut me off. It was scratchy, feminine and extremely loud. We looked down at a girl who was dressed in an unflattering blue dress and bright red heels. She had ebony hair down to her waist and her wrists were covered in various glittering bracelets. Oh dear god.

It was Jasmine.