Loving Me {Short Story}

~02 : suprise

-chapter song; f*ck me and feed me by rendezvous at two

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I get out of my car excited for going out with my friend. I quickly lock the car and scurry to the modern house surprised to see a black Land Rover parked in front of my parents house. I open the front door expecting to see my parents in their home offices. But what I didn't expect to see is my parents sitting at the kitchen island talking to some man with a younger boy that looks exactly like him. They look to be in a deep conversation so I quietly try to sneak upstairs to get ready for my night out with Veronica but of course that does not go according to plan.

"Honey, don't ignore our guests. Come and say hi" my mom beckons.

Silently cursing, I quickly make my way to the kitchen to come face to face with an extremely attractive young man standing beside what appears to be his father.

"Francesca, meet Mr. Black and his son Alexander" my dad introduces. I am typically not good with meeting new people, especially people who look like they were crafted from god himself.

"Hello Francesca, please call me Mark" Mark replies. "Hi" I reply shyly. I look at Alexander who looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He catches me staring and gives me half a smile. I find it very hard to take my gaze off of those beautiful piercing blue eyes. They look like the ocean at midnight and, oh god, those tattoos. They cover every inch of his arms. Oh my, I am a total sucker for tattoos. His pink full lips and his dark messy black hair. I'd love to- "Frankie?" my mom asks interrupting my thoughts. I quickly look at my mother with a slight confused face and she looks at me with a questioning gaze. "How was school?" she asks. "It was fine. I am actually supposed to be going out with Veronica tonight." I answer.

"Oh, you should just invite Veronica over for dinner." my mom says.

"Well, I don't kn-"

"Nonsense, just invite her over and she could sleepover or something." my dad says, cutting me off.

"I guess we could change plans." I reply.

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•5:00 pm
I texted Veronica telling her the bad news. Or good news in her case. I'm guessing telling her about Alexander being one hot piece of specimen spiked her interest. Partly because she's surprised I am willingly talking about a boy. Dinner was in about 30 minutes. All I need is to pick out an outfit. It's kind of weird I am taking this long to pick out an outfit. And I am worried it's about impressing a certain someone. I eventually decide on a black thin strapped dress and paired it with black ballet flats. Lord knows I cannot wear heels, I'd fall right on my face.

Examining myself in my full length mirror, I begin to get anxious. 'What if he doesn't like me?', 'What if I embarrass myself or my family?', Why do I even care what he thinks?'

A loud doorbell interrupts my thoughts.

It's now or never...

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