IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

41: The Lunch

My eyes slowly widened in amazement as I studied the two-stories Mediterranean house before me.

How the hell did this breathtaking house exist in this City without me knowing it before now? And how in the seventh pit of heaven would I face his family when my outfit don't seem fit for this house?? I'd surely look like a laughable mess in their eyes.

I didn't even think they could be this insanely wealthy before now, now that I will be meeting them.

Perfect shit!

My first instinct was to just run home and forget about them but how could I do so when it's about his family? Such a cowardice act.

I took a deep shaky breath as my pulse palpitate, leaving me breathless.

"Let's go now, Anya.. They're waiting for us inside."

My gaze was snapped to his way and found him smiling at me with his extended hand.

I just stared at it and then to his eyes while biting my lip, staring at him with begging eyes. Begging for him to just bring me home. And as if reading my thoughts, he took my hand then pulled me towards him.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you and they won't bite you, they'll be happy to meet you.."

I shook my head, though he seems to have calm my nerves a bit, I just can't move my feet, feeling like some gravity had my feet glued on the ground.

Gravity of cowardness.

I swallowed hard.

"But I don't think I can face your family, Robert. I-I'm--"

I was stopped when he suddenly stole a kiss on my lips then gazed at me with a grin, causing me to glare at him.

"Now, you're ready to face them since I have gave you a lucky charm."

I groaned and just scowled at him.

"Stop stoling kisses from me, Robert, you're not making me feel better!"

The bastard just widened his grin and bent his head down probably to kiss me again but stopped when a loud clearing of throat sounded from behind him.

My body suddenly went rigid against him, while my breath halted.

"Just get a room you two after our lunch!" Yelled by the familiar voice that turned me more rigid and bit my lips hard while trying to hold my head high and fixed my eyes at her.

Stood like an off duty queen on the front porch with her folded arms on her chest. This time, she's wearing a yellow summer dress, showcasing her pale skin with her unpolished bun on top of her head and dark eyes studying us.

Damn! No wonder why Robert looked so hot himself.

"Thanks for the advice, mom!"

My hand reflexively found his side and pinched it which caused him to tightly wrap his arms around me then guided me towards her mom.

"Formally met my mom, Anya. Amelia Michaels. Mom, Anya." He introduced when we came close.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Michaels. I'm Anya Monriz." I uttered while giving her a small smile, smile like a grimace while trying to fix my eyes on her.

She didn't answered and just stared at me, making me feel more unsettled. Then slowly, she eyed me from head to my white sneakers.

Good thing he was here, if not, I would've been home by now, hiding my sorry but sexy butt.

I just hope she won't give me now a mile-long list her ideal future perfect daughter-in-law must possessed, given how she had studied me under her microscopic eyes in one billionth times magnification.