Becoming His Mistress

Chapter 5. It's a tornado

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Jasmine

I discovered that his father was about marrying him off and he doesn't want to get settled since he's such a manwhore and that's where I come in. We were meant to fake date for a month max. Or until his parents drops the marriage issue.

How fantastic.

What, how I found out? Well I pestered out of him the truth since I wasn't a fan of being left in the dark about things. Well that was after his mother invited me for tea. His mother gave me a recount of all his habits.

The time when he ran his first car into a pool while drunk driving with his friends.

When he ditched his date on prom to go out with his sister to her homecoming. How cute is that? With his cold, hard, haughty look you wouldn't know he's such a big softie, well, to his sister of course.

When he was caught in their bed with a strange woman. On their anniversary night.

"Oh he didn't!" I exclaimed. I could just predict how he was then, definitely bad, moreso now than then.

"He did." She confirmed. Sipping her orange-pineapple smoothie. We both laughed at that. Which left me imagining their horrified faces. His mother might have come out at first as an objectionable woman but she was actually pretty cool. 

"Then what happened?" I asked interested. Long forgotten about my begrudgingly ordered salad. Since Mama Bear gave me the eye when I wanted to order steak. Giving me stupid lectures on diets and weights.

"I was mortified for him. He shook it off and chased the girl out faster than you can say bamboo sticks." His mom just verified it. He's a big manwhore.

"Geez." I laughed out loud till my ribs hurt.

Bertha sat up straighter in her seat, and cleared her throat, "That is why I want us to understand each other. You see, my son, he's used to making lots of mistakes and I tolerate that. And I rather not meddle in his affairs but my husband is fed up and would like to leave his company in a good, responsible hand. I would not pledge you as a money grubbing girl unless appearances are deceptive," she gave a short laugh. "I find ways of removing them, trust me. I hope I'm clear?" She asked in her imperative lintel voice, getting down to business. I was wondering why she called me. Guess this answers it. In fact, I don't know how his mother got my phone number number. As a minute I was laying down, enjoying my free day and the next I got a ring from her, inviting for a brunch at her favourite restaurant.

"Clear as night."

"Now, go on with your happy exterior, my son's approaching."

It hurt me to do, but, I obeyed her and continued with my enthusiastic facade.

"What's the laughter all about?" At that guttural voice I froze until the laughter died in my mouth. It seems like such a long time ago since I heard it last.

His mother's eyes twinkled and I looked away from his gaze when my eyes caught his. "Oh, nothing, Lucas dear, just your embarrassing moments. Is all." Lucas groaned at that, instantly showing his distress towards the topic.

"Don't listen to whatever she tells you." He said smiling at me.

"I hope you don't mind that I invited him."

I shifted uncomfortably when he sat down next to me.

Yes. I mind very much thank you. "It's no bother." I said tightly. "He's my boyfriend, isn't he?"

"That, he sure is." She gave me a dazzling smile then proceeded to check her wristwatch. "Oh shoot!" She said in an overly dramatic way. "I have a dental appointment right now. Speak to you sometime?" She air kissed my cheeks and patted her son's back and left.

I, on the other hand, plotted out ways to escape.

"She has no dental problems." He contributed, popping open a button on his suit jacket as he sat. Seems he came from work.

"I figured as much." I said drily. And moved the straw around my lemonade glass.

"I'm sorry about last night." I wasn't able to second guess his emotions since his eyes were covered with dark sunglasses. And I really did not want to think about last night or how he left after...

"I don't want to talk about it," I said looking him square in the eyes. "But I have a question though." He raised up a well arched eyebrow. "What was that about at your parents house? I need to know if you want to keep this up." I stated, crossing my arms across my chest. I was really confused about that.

Lucas blew out a breath and removed his sunglasses. "Well," He cleared his throat, appearing uncomfortable. "My father wanted to get me married to his business associate's daughter unless I settled down." He admitted.

"And what's wrong with that?" I questioned confused.

"The girl and I used to date and she is the clingy type. I don't plan on settling down anytime soon." The waiter came over with a menu asking him what he'd like to order. He asked for water only and I waited for the waiter to leave to say my next words. 

"So in other words, your parents are tired of your big manwhorism and if we date for such a long time they'd get off your neck?"

He opened his mouth and snapped it shut then nodded. "Yeah." The waiter placed the glass of mineral water on the table and left after making sure he didn't want any other thing.

I could barely control my laughter. This was gold. Pure unadulterated gold. He fixed me with a glare. "That sums it up then. We are meant to break up in a month's time but you are to break up with-"

I held up a hand cutting him off. "Oh I get it." I rolled my eyes. "I'd break up with you so you'll act like you're changed and all and was left heart broken by your first ever girlfriend. Oh my, how awful!" I fake exclaimed, then held out my hand. I gave him no space to make a retort. "It sure was nice doing business with you. Can I go now?"

He stood up too. "I'd drop you."

I remembered last night and clenched my thighs. "No, thank you very much but I want to do some shopping then probably go back to work." I weirdly moved my hands around, turning around to leave the crowded patio. Only to feel his presence behind me, striding along side of me.

"I insist." He led me to his car then held open his car door and I got in grouchily into the passenger seat. "Where to?" He asked charging into gear.

"The drug store." He took me there, I got all that I needed and he drove off.

I turned to him when I noticed the routes he took were not the way to my apartment. "I want to show you something." I was curious though and kept quiet, anticipating the surprise, long forgotten about going to work. At this rate I'd might get fired. As if I care.