Heartbreaker

Chapter 8

Alex's POV

Nervous was an understatement when describing how I felt right now. I didn't realize how much pressure it truly was meeting the parents even in a fake relationship but I thought since Mason asked he was catching feelings faster and my job was almost done. But boy was I wrong. He kept introducing me as just his friend which I wouldn't have minded if I wasn't trying to make him fall in love with me as soon as possible. Then there was the tiniest part of me that felt hurt by his words but I couldn't acknowledge that especially not here in front of his father and sister.

I looked over at the gorgeous blonde sitting in front of me. She had her blonde hair curled falling just below her collarbone. Her face barely had any trace of makeup yet she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her light blue eyes was lit with humor as she glanced at Mason and I; shooting back and forth. She was giving us an evil grin as if she knew something. I knew she didn't believe for a second we were just friends.

Harold cleared his throat and looked back and forth at his two children. I couldn't help but wonder what his news would be. Before he had a chance to speak there was commotion behind Mason and I. I turned to scoop it out and a handsome man around my age came into view. He had short dark brown hair that was going in all types of directions; you'd think he'd look a hot mess but there was nothing about him that screamed mess. He was sexy as hell. He wore a light gray T-shirt with dark blue jeans.

"Yo man," Mason said standing up to greet the guy with a secret handshake. "What are you doing here?"

"Your dad called," the guy said. "He told me he had some important stuff to tell everyone."

"You know you can call me dad too, Emerson," Harold said grinning over at them.

"Sorry, dad," he said smiling then he noticed me sitting in front of him. "Who's this?"

"Oh this is my friend Alex," Mason said.

Dear god there goes that friend word again. For fucksake who would have thought Alexandra Adams would be friendzoned. Tossing my thoughts out the window I gave Emerson a genuine smile and shook his hand.

"It's nice to meet you," I said to him.

"God dad," Viola said as I turned back over to her catching her eye roll at Emerson. "Why did you invite the trash in?"

Emerson gave her a glare then his eyes turned to humor as he said; "Stop trying to be a smart ass princess, you're just an ass."

"Well you're just a waste of oxygen asswipe," Viola spat back rolling her eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes sweetheart, maybe you'll find a brain back there ."

"Maybe you should slip into something more comfortable, ya know, like a coma."

"Oh I bet you'd love that, princess," Emerson snapped. "Shock me and say something that's actually intelligent."

"Oh, like you know what intelligence is," she retorted. "I'd call you an idiot but that would be offensive to stupid people."

" I don't know what your problem is but honestly I don't even think a licensed psychologist could tell you."

"Oh how original fucktard, anyone who's willing to fuck you just got sick of masturbating."

"Enough you two," Harold yelled slamming his hands on the table.

"There you go again, princess," Emerson said taking a seat at the end of the table next to where Mason sat, "Getting daddy to defeat your battles."