Broken ✔

Chapter Fourteen

Song: Abena — King Promise

*Unedited* (Because I'm not perfect. I'm just Kryptonian)

It's a new kind of embarrassment you feel when your future father-in-law finds you in such a position. Blood rushed to my head when Michael jumped off me, leaving me more exposed.

Two things made it better though. The chief had backed out of the room and shut the door, and Michael had thrown the covers over me.

He scrambled for his shirt, laughing. "We have to be out there as soon as possible."

"Why would you be laughing at a time like this? I've never been more embarrassed in my life."

My shoes were the only piece of clothing he removed, but for some reason, I felt like I was naked.

He put his shirt on and began to smoothen his hair. "If you think about it, it is kind of funny."

I stared at him blankly. "Funny? What if we'd gone further? What if I was naked?"

He smirked. "Don't worry. I'll remember to lock the door next time."

Heat rose up to my cheeks when he winked at me. The thought that I'd have this service at my beck and call by January thirty... staying chaste for eighteen years would be worth it in the end.

"We should go. Before they think we decided to go for round two," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Michael," I protested, throwing his arm off, "not after that."

"What?" He smirked. "We are engaged after all."

"But we aren't married yet."

"We will be, soon. Come on, loosen up a little," he chuckled, placing his arm around my waist.

Even though it felt a little bit uncomfortable because I knew that his father was going to be there, I liked feeling him on me. Perhaps, more than I liked him.

We went downstairs to a dining room. At second glance, I realised that it was a conference room rather. It was daunting; the luxury of the place and the even more daunting regal men.

The chief and the elders were sitting close to each other, occupying about six chairs even though the table was big enough to accommodate as many as thirty people.

Each one of them avoided direct eye contact with us, and for some reason, that made Michael's smile grow wider.

Michael took a seat next to the closest elder and I took the one next to him. He kept his hand on my knee, giving me some sort of assurance. It was marvellous how we had practically broken off our engagement and I'd cheated on him, yet we were trapped in the illusion that we were some kind of power couple.

"Son, how do you do?" The chief asked Michael.

Michael smiled mischievously and responded, "How do you do too?"

"The reason why we're gathered here today is to welcome your future bride into our home and into the world of politics," one elder said.

The way he emphasised the word 'future' made me blush.

They were all tall men with yellow teeth. They looked old, a little bit withered, some not as much as the others, but they all looked full of wisdom.

"Yes, I am aware," Michael responded, squeezing my knee, "but it is up to her whether to participate actively in any politics."

"Of course," the chief began. "Let's begin by letting her speak for herself, shall we?"

"Yes, of course," he frowned, loosening his grip on my knee.