Strangers (Polygamy)

Ch. 6 - Taken

Fiera ******

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Fiera.

I was walking home when Mr. Russel appeared.

Thank goodness he's alone.

His shock face upon seeing me is preferable than the ogling eyes of his friends.

"Fiera, right?" he asked as he smiled.

He's one of those boy-next-door-cute-hunk type while his friend is the opposite.

Bruno looks like a bearded walking orgasm with aura as conceited as his balls.

"Yes, Mr. Russel."

He scratch his back shyly.
"Actually, I want to be honest with you. My dying grandma saw you in a picture. One of the nosey locals saw you and took a picture of you. My grandma is looking forward to meet you. The truth is, I've been here since afternoon."

I gasped.
"W-Why would they take a picture of me?"

I am not damn conceited to assume that this hot specimen is into me so him doing a shitty move on me isn't possible.

With his money and looks, there's no way he'd want to make a fool of himself.

He shrugged.
"People here are a little touchy with business that aren't concern them. Take my lovelife for example. This is an isolated town, Fiera. And I haven't found a girl I'd want to be with. But grandma insist on having a dinner with you so here I am, the poor grandson, waiting for your approval. Trust me, it's just a little dinner, no harm and no shits."

I blinked.
"I am... well, so flattered but----

He cut me off.
"Please, they already have everything prepared..."

My eyes widen.
"What??"

"She's really pushing me to take you home for dinner. And I can't say no to her... I mean, not in her dying days."

"Oh my Gosh..." I bit my lips. "I don't know what to say..."

He let out a sight.
"I'm sorry for insisting but I really need you to come with me..."

"B-But... You do realize you're a stranger and I can't possibly come with you----

"So for your peace of mind, how about you take a picture of us, send it to someone and tell him I'm with you. That way, you know someone knows your whereabouts."

"B-But------

"Please... I'm not going to hurt you. My car's just there."

I pause to think.
Will I really take this risk??

But it is his dying grandma. It must be awful for her if I refuse after pushing damn hard for this dinner.

Well, that is... if what he's saying is true.
Is it really true? It's too good to be true...

"Mr. Russel----

"Please... I told you. You can take our pic and inform a friend."

I let out a sigh.
"Fine. But you better take me home first. I want to change."