Mark Me

Moving Advice: 11

Tyler's P.O.V.

      Though it has been a couple of hours, it was still surreal. Emma actually said yes to living with me. Part of me feels as if I should have waited, one day with her and my head was still in the clouds. How do you fall for someone so fast, I had asked my mother through the phone, earlier today. She simply explained to rareness of our bond; 'royalty rarely mate with lower class civilians but it has happen,' my mother was honest but it still concerned me. Emma's a "lower class" but not that lower class I mean her father had something today with one of the four packs in American, but what. Sure, we were business associates but he needed to know my rank, not the other way around.

           Emma left after accepting my invitation, she said her father had left her a concerned voicemail and that she had to get back to him to sort things out, though she refused my offer to accompany her, I was invited to dinner with her divorced parents and of her sexy ass. I just couldn't wait to see her. What I could wait for though, was her parents face when they findout I'm taking their daughter away. Definitely can't wait for that conversation.

         Knowing my mind, I can't take thinking about her father ripping my head off and her mother beating me with a broom for stealing their beautiful baby girl from them. I need a shower. I need a hot shower.

Emma's P.O.V.

      The cab ride to my father's house was long, too long. Way too long. Agonizingly long. Tonight I would have to tell my mother and my father that the man he had introduced me to the night before, is a werewolf and is my mate, also adding, and king of the all the werewolves in America! And if that doesn't sound crazy enough, after dinner I was moving in with him. For ever. Boy tonight will be interesting.

         I told Tyler yes last night. I told him yes because, well, honestly I'm not sure. As naive as it seems, it felt.... right? Tyler made me feel whole and without him next to me, it feels... empty. I usually not such a clingy person but this cab driver is giving me the creeps, winking at me through the rear view and I'm getting kind of lonesome after ten minutes!

      The traffic was backed up so bad that Tyler would probably get to our dinner before I even had a chance to see my dad and give him a fair warning before, not that he'd mind having Tyler over. Last night he practically dangled me at him like raw chicken to a hungry lion. Sad. My dad thought throwing countless men at me would actually help me, it didn't. Well, until last night. Before,  He'd always tell me, 'your too beautiful to be single' or 'guys love curvy women!', even 'you aren't getting any younger.' Oh dad, how he loved to remind me how I was single. Was single. I'm not single! And my boyfriend is a damn Greek God! Tyler definitely made my mouth water. He was beautiful. Too beautiful, flawless.

        The cab pulled up to my dad's house and I hand him is toll. He sped off, but not after whistling at me like a sick horn dog. Nasty basted probably thought he'd get a show of some kind, but I'm not one to shake my ass for anyone but me, and I made sure I was walking as unshakable as possible. Throwing the door opened I greeted my dad with a quick dash to my bed room to change. All I need is for him to question me on why I was in the same outfit ass the night before. I got to my room picked out a dark blue dress with gray pumps and ran to the bathroom to quickly freshen up. The water felt good on my skin as I sunk into a fast bath, to wash up and off to the mirror I went. Spraying my already mangled hair and touching up my makeup. I slipped into my dress pairing it with heels and silver jewelry. I stumbled downstairs and into his study. He was on the phone, so much for talking. With a smile he put the receiver down and began to stand.

       "Hello my sweetheart, where have you been?" As he walked closer his arms spread more and more. "I'm so worry so much, I know you're an adult but you're still my baby.." his hug got tighter and I inheld.

        "Dad... can't... breathe.." dropping his arms he blushed. Awe! Look at my dad. He smile was shy and I laughed.

       "Dad, I was with one of my friends; it got late and instead of going out on the town all late and stuff, I just stead at his-her house, I stead at her house." Trying to hide the truth from my dad, I smiled and left yelling behind me,

          "Tyler's coming to dinner!"

      With that, I left out of his office and into the kitchen to set the table. The cook was already preparing our two baked stuffed chicken, mashed potatoes, brown gravy, green beans, and of course three apple pies for desert! What can I say, pie for breakfast is delicious!

          Our plates were black with orange  napkins, since it's autumn and our place mats were covered in leaves. What? I like to color organize things, sue me. Sure that my settings were just right, I made my way to check on Joey, the cook. We aren't lazy, dad just works a lot and with school it's hard to juggle things. Plus, dad can afford it and I don't complain, our chef is spectacular!

      "Ahhh, Ms.Emma, I hear you are having a visitor for supper, a man?" Joey is such a wonderful man, with beautiful teeth and he was definitely easy on the eyes.

       "His name is Tyler," I smiled shyly in reply. Joey chuckled in response and waved me away. Now I just have to wait for my mother and my boyfriend? I chose a seat on my father's huge comfy love seat and awaited their arrival. Surely mu mother would be early as usual and Tyler... well I don't really know his habits yet. Family might be broken but we are still close. My mother goes to company dinners with my father and sometimes my father takes business trips with my mother. Perfect couple? I thought so too, but my father drinks a little more than he should and my mother well she doesn't always tell the truth. The end result was a simple divorce and to love each other from a distance, no strings attached and no living together. It's worked so far.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

       Opening the door my mother stood arm to arm with an all so handsome, clean shaved,Tyler. Yummy. He sported a black sports jacket with dark jeans and a tight white v-neck. Double yummy. Before I could start drooling, my mom took a step further, crossing the threshold of dad's home, dragging a more than willing Tyler with her.

      Great she loves him. Here comes the wedding ideas and moving advice.