Gangster's niece

Fake Fiancée

I stay still for a few seconds, unsure if I heard him right the first time. Fiancée"... I wonder what's this nonsense about.
-Excuse me but I don't get it, you couldn't get yourself a real one? That desperate huh? I ask him.
-You know I kind of regret not leaving you on the street half unconscious when I found you. He says.
-Yeah, me too, trust me. I add to that.
He looks away and mumbles something I think he says "i wish i wasn't obliged to.". What does he mean by that? Before I could ask him he continues and says;
-Look, I know it sounds weird, but my parents are attending my home tonight without notice and I told them long ago that I was...engaged, and I obviously am not. Is it clear now for you now?

I understand exactly what he means by that and what he wants me to do, but I want for once to make him ask me in an appropriate way what he needs me to do.
I look at him acting like I'm confused and don't understand what's going on, and ask him; I'm sorry, and you are trying to ask me to, what exactly?
-I need you to pretend to be my fiancée just for tonight, as if it wasn't clear enough already. Guess you're just slow. He continues to say.
-You're really clueless at what I want you to say aren't you? If you haven't noticed yet, I want you to ask properly, perhaps say " please " just for once?
-Is that what it would take for you to play the part tonight?
-Maybe... I say.
-Fine. Can you "please" hurry your ass up, wear this bloody dress and meet me downstairs in about ten minutes? Thank you. I'll be waiting. He says, then storms off closing the door behind him.
This asshole. If only I had a place to go, I'd show him what's it like to talk to me like that. I look at the dress hanged in the closet, and it's the most beautiful, stylish dress I have ever laid my eyes on. It's black, sparkly and looks expensive. I've never been in a dress before so it might feel kind of weird. I put it on as Myrala enters the room and helps me zip it. A bunch of other people enter the room to help me get prepared for tonight, and it's making me nervous. A hairdresser and a makeup artist come in. I don't know why everything has to be so perfect in this house. There's totally something shady about it.

In a matter of seconds my hair is fixed, as they let it down and curl it a bit, and give me a full makeover, with some lipstick and a bunch of other cosmetic products that I've never seen.
I go downstairs, while all of the guests stare at me.
Jaxon looks at me while I notice a spark in his eyes, he looks away pretending I didn't catch him staring. As soon as I arrive downstairs he grabs my waist tightly as he walks me towards some random people and introduces me as his fiancée. It felt weird...
He's staring at a couple entering the room. A man with darkish hair and beautiful grey eyes and a woman with blond tied up hair and deep blue eyes. It's his parents as he goes to salute them and says:
-Mother, father, it's nice to see you again.

I may not remember what's it like having a family, but I'm pretty sure they don't have a good relationship, as the tension between them is undeniable. His father nods, and his mother looks at me with a fake smile, which she isn't trying to hide.She looks at me up and down, and seems disappointed.

-Jess would have been a better fiancée but
you do you son. She says.
If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.
-I think she's beautiful. But I don't think she's got what it takes. What I do know is that you need to have a fiancée, no matter who she is and you know why, so that's important.
I felt like a knife came through me as they shattered me into pieces with their words, and they didn't even know my name yet. I stopped listening to what they said, because I was too caught up trying to figure out what his father meant by the fact that he "needs" to have a fiancée. Something feels fishy.
The night goes on as I try to fit in, in a place where I obviously do not belong, Jaxon keeps smiling to the guests, his father keeps acting as shady as he can be, and as for his mother she kept her mean face all night, talking about how Jess, whoever that pain in the ass is, would have been better for him than me.
Few hours later, the guests leave and Jaxon sits on the side of the stairs, his hands on his face, looking worried and tired.
-Tough night right? I ask him forcing a smile on my face to cheer him up.
-Yeah, I... he takes a breath out of tiredness and continues; I'm sorry about tonight, for how my parents talked about you, ignore them, they don't have anything better to say. Not even to me my whole life, it's been worse.
-Well, I'm sorry about it. If it makes you feel any better, I don't even remember what's it like being raised by people who love you, I lived with my uncle my whole life and-
-I, I've heard enough. I'm sorry, but I just don't want to hear about it. I'm fine, thank you for asking, you can rest in your room. I'll be in my room, if you need anything call Myrala. Goodnight Jayden.
And here he goes, being shady again. And rude. But it sounded like he didn't want to know about my past, as if it bothers him to know. I wonder what could bother him about something he doesn't even know. I go upstairs to my new temporary bedroom, wear the pajamas Myrala gave me and lay in bed, hoping for a better day.

I feel like I've been asleep for a few hours when I wake up and look at the clock, it's the middle of the night.
I hear footsteps from downstairs and in that moment I wish I wasn't curious, but that unfortunately, I could never change. I go down the stairs, without making any noise and I see Jaxon wearing a black suit with a bag in his hand, he opens the door and a car awaits him outside.
I look at the car from the window, and find it kind of familiar, I try to remember where I've seen it-
-What are you doing here miss Jayden? Perhaps spying on Jaxon?
Myrala frightens the heck out of me to a point where I feel I've lost balance and could have fallen of the stairs.
-I heard a sound and got scared. That's all.
-Whatever Jaxon does is none of your business. Go upstairs and never follow him, or else you'll get in trouble. Go to sleep, and do yourself a favor, stay away from trouble. We both know you have a lot of questions to ask.
-Then can I ask you about them?
-The lesser you know, the better. Now go to your room, and stop wondering.
I'm laying in bed and my thoughts are racing in my head. After what Myrala told me, there's no way I'm falling asleep tonight anymore..