His Name Is Mugen

Meet My Parents

When this story blows up and I get a publishing deal then become a best selling author only to get a movie deal which forces me to make sequels lol. We would love to see it.
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I held my hand up to the light, admiring the shiny rock that decorated my freshly painted finger. A blissful smile was taking over my face. I grabbed my iced latte and took a sip before Mugen saw me drooling and grinning over my ring again.

"Meet my parents."

Mugen's sudden words had coffee sputtering out of my mouth. I cough violently and gagged. He didn't look up from the papers he was reading but he did hand me a handkerchief to wipe my mouth. I did not expect those words from him so soon but things are serious between the two of us. It was bound to happen.

"Y-y-your parents." I stuttered in terror. Mugen had an indecipherable look clouding face. He was silent but it felt like I was hearing everything I need to know. "Do I have to?"

Most people would be eager to meet their significant other's parents but maybe that's the case for normal occurrences. There is nothing normal about this tangled affair that I have with this tenuously dangerous man.

"You can call your sister or your friend to accompany us there if you'd like. I know they give you some sort of comfort." He said, still not looking up.
I frowned. I'm not ready to see Simran. I wonder if he even knows she's the reason Tyson was able to kidnap me.

Tyson.

Mugen hadn't mention anything about him and I'm unaware if he's alive or not. I was tempted to ask out of curiosity but I knew Mugen would be upset if I did so I bit my tongue.

"I don't know if Selena will agree." I mumbled. Mugen continued focusing on whatever document that was clearly more interesting than my inner turmoil. I don't know why, but whenever we're in his office, he's either ignoring my existence or giving me dirty looks.

There is no in between.

I examined the stack of paper that neatly rested on his desk.

Before I could process what I was doing, my hand reached out to grab one of the documents in the pile.

"Don't. Touch. That." He snapped at me through gritted teeth. Normally whenever Mugen's tone got hostile, I'd just brush it off but for some reason, today it just set me off.

My hand stopped in its track midair and I glared at his straighten figure. "You told me you weren't running a prostitution ring."

"And that was no uttered false statement."

"I'm not going to sit here like a pretty porcelain doll while you scan documents." I bit out.

"You may not leave." He flipped a page not at all fazed by my growing temper.

"You won't let me leave, you won't let me read whatever is so fascinating that it has all your attention, you won't even let me kiss you. Please tell me, what will you let me do?" I'm aware that I'm throwing a child tantrum but I'm in a semi state of consternation which usually happens whenever Mugen comes back.

He would leave for a few days with minimum contact with me, then he'd come back with an unruly disposition, demand that I keep him company in his office while he barely acknowledged my presence and read whatever damn piece of paper that was lying on his desk that particular day.

Mugen paused for a moment before resuming his activities. "In any case you may not leave." I sulked in my seat.

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone and dialed Selena's number. I hummed to myself as it rang and tapped my foot patiently waiting for her to answer.