My Naughty Lover ✔️

Chapter 83

"My, what a lovely lady you are." Liam's mother says, while hugging me.

"Yes, you're right, Martha." Mr Jake says, looking at me with a slight emotion showing on his face.

"Thank you ma'am." I say, while blushing.

"Oh dear, please just call me Martha. This is my husband, Jake. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Mrs Martha says.

"Yes, our son talks a lot about you." Mr Jake states. "Anyway, let's have dinner, Liam will be here soon." he says and I nod, following them towards the dining room.

"Oh, okay." I say, wondering what Liam talks about me to his parents.

"Have some more, dear." Mrs Martha says, once we start eating.

"Yes, don't be shy, dear." Her husband smiles at me.

"No, I'm good." I say hesitatedly.

"Hey, everyone." Liam enters the hall and takes a seat next to me.

"All okay, my son?" Mrs Martha asks,

"Yes mum." Liam rolls his eyes. I chuckle at them, recalling how Liam would tell me her mother being always overprotective. I wish I had a mum like this too..

"So, Scarlette, tell us a bit about yourself." Mr Jake asks after a ten minutes of silence.

"Oh uh.. I'm from New York. My parents are divorced so I came to canada with my mother and her husband, after she remarried." I say, hesitatedly.

"Oh, okay. Do you visit your father, often?"

"Not often but I recently went to spend some days with him." I say.

"That's great." Mrs Martha says and I nod.

"How do you like Canada so far?" Mr Jake asks.

"It's okay.." I say, thinking about the differences among these two places.

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After dinner, we all head to the living room where we sit comfortably. We talk for a while and they seem very friendly with me. Liam continuously rolls his eyes at her mom but they seem to get really along together. What a nice family..

"Thank you very much for having invited me." I say to Liam's parent.

"It's a pleasure to have you among us, dear." Martha says and Mr Jake nods.

"So... I guess I better get going now." I say to them and they seem sad suddenly.

"Oh okay.. Feel free to come by anytime, Scarlette." Martha says while hugging me again and I nod.

I make my way through the door along with Liam when suddenly I knock against a table and a photo frame falls down.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry." I start panicking.

I quickly pick up the photo frame and thank god it's not broken although it is just a bit cracked. I'm about to place it back when my mouth just drops.

"Give it to me." Liam says awkwardly as he snatches the photoframe from me while my mind is elsewhere.

"Who is she?" comes out from my mouth without me realising.

There is then an awkward silence before Martha finally breaks in,
"My daughter." she says as tears begins to form around her eyes. Oh my god.

"I-.." I say as I cannot overcome my shock.

"I know. She looks just like you." Martha says as she starts crying and her husband pulls her into a hug trying to comfort her.

"How is it possible?" I gasp. Are they playing a trick on me?

"I don't know." Mr Jake says. "But she is a copy of you, for sure."

"Where is she?" I ask.

"She is no more." Liam says. "Come let me drop you." he says and I follow, without uttering any more words.

We ride the car in silence until Liam says,

"Thanks for coming."

"No problem." I say while getting out of his car. I make my way inside and all the lights are off. Guess he isn't here, yet.

I make my way in my room and I lay on my bed, still thinking about that picture. How can I ressemble this girl so much?? Apart from my eyes colour and my hair colour, everything looks similar. We basically look like twins. There's so much running on my mind right now. I find myself so curious.

"Hey." a voice startles me.

"Oh hey." I say. When did he get in?

"What's up?" he asks as he approaches me. I sit on the bed.

"Nothing much. Where were you?" I ask.

"Hmmm. I don't know." he says.

"Have you been drinking?" I ask.

"Noo." he says as he sits next to me on the bed. He definitely smells of alcohol.

"You're lying." I say.

"Hey Scarlette , do you love me?" He asks and I can feel my heart race.

"Zac, you're drunk." I say, starting to be disappoint.

"Answer me?" he says as he holds my hand.

"Why are you asking me this?" I say, nervously.

"Because, you shouldn't. I'm just a jerk." he says while kissing my hand.

"Zac... You are not a jerk." I say as I try to caress his hand.

"Oh yeah?" He says as he suddenly pushes me on the bed. He is now on top of me and he is looking at me with fierce eyes.

"Y-eahh." I stutter my words.

"Don't fall in love with me. I'm not good for you." he says, still maintaining eye contact with me. His hands are placed on either side of me and I am trapped.

"What if it's too late?" I say.

"Nothing is late." he laughs. "I lied to you, remember?" he says.

"Maybe you had your reasons?" I say and he smashes his lips against mine. I immediately respond back and I taste alcohol. Weird it taste sweet instead of bitter. Soon he breaks the kiss and he looks at me again,

"You will hate me soon then." he says as he gets out of my room, leaving me puzzled.