Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 15

It was about two minutes ago that Francis put away his phone. He's been staring at me the whole time.

At first it was quite weird, now I'm getting irritated. Everything my dad told me, I was going out the window right now.

I needed to see what he was staring at, but in a polite way.

"Is everything OK? Is something wrong? Do you not like my dress? Is my hair messed up? Is my make up messed up?" I asked him. I asked tomorrow's questions to make sure that I was covering all my bases.

He still didn't respond, but he looked at me as soon as I started speaking. He knew I talk to him, but he wasn't responding.

Now that pissed me off, if I ask you a question, you better answer.

" Francis? Are you all right?" I asked him.

My voice was clearly getting more irritated. I could hear the strain in my voice trying not to freak out.

Finally, he cleared his throat. " I am all good. I'm just thinking that you look nothing like your age. That's all. I know your father told me that you are 21, and about to be22. But you look nothing like 21. You look like my 16-year-old sister."

"Well I'm sorry I look younger than I really am. I can't do anything about that." I say in a snarky tone, but instantly regret the way I said it. I could've said it in a much better tone, but for some reason I didn't. I could see him shift in the seat noticing that I spoke out.

"You've got a little mouth on you, don't you? I figured your father would've told you to behave. Maybe he did, or maybe he did it. My guess is that he did, but you're a little rebel, aren't you? Always going against your parents, or father. I heard what happened to your mother, I think your father had something to do with it to be honest. I also think your father is a piece of shit, a liar, and a thief. I don't really want to do business with him, but I read up on your file, and you seem quite interesting. So if I have to deal with him, to get to you, so be it."

"As they say, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. But it's quite hard to get friends in this world isn't it?" I asked him.

Finally, I was getting out of my shell. I was talking like I usually would.

"That's quite true. Your father isn't truly an enemy. He's just stupid, very stupid. I mean I don't understand why he send you out on a date, with none of his men watching. I could easily kidnap you, or kill you, or rape you. Maybe he just doesn't care enough."

"My Father only cares about me because I'm his air. If my mother is still alive, and she had a son, I wouldn't be here. I'd be very likely sold off to another guy a few years ago. If my mother would have even allowed it. Her dying ruined everything. Even now, I still wish you would come back. I know my life would be 1000 times different. I heard your mom is dead to you, I guess that's one thing we have in common. I heard your father even killed her. She was also pregnant with one of your siblings."

"You're only half true on that, she was pregnant, and my father did kill her. But that baby was not my father's child. That's why he killed her, he found out she was having an affair with his second in command, and in the middle of the night when he found out he went into their room and stabbed her in the stomach. He ripped the baby out of her stomach, and threw it at his second in command and then shot him between the eyes. I would do the same to be honest. I would be livid. After being with somebody for 10 years, and finding out that they lied to you I would've lost my mind. After that, he did multiple do you need test and all of us. Making sure that we weren't any of the 'mailman's children'."

"It doesn't matter what your mother did Francis, she didn't deserve that. Nobody does. Your father didn't just kill her, he killed an innocent child. That child did nothing to him," I said.

Francis didn't say a word, but only studied me with his eyes.

"Shit, I shouldn't' have said that I'm sorry," I said quickly apologizing.

I've overstepped multiple times tonight. I would hope Francis wouldn't say anything about it, or my ass would be grass.

"She was a whore, nothing else. He did what I would have done." Francis admitted.

"So if we marry, and I have sex with another man, you'll kill me?" I asked him.

He nodded. "And I'll kill him too,"

"So does that mean I can kill you if you sleep with another woman?"

Francis chuckled. "You know, I'm actually against that. I believe marriages are sacred and not meant to be broken. So yes, if I cheat, then you are granted the right to kill me. I swear."

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, I didn't think for him to be the type to actually stay within the marriage boundaries.

"Figured I'd only use you for children, eh? Don't worry, I'm not like that. My father maybe, but not me. If I marry, I actually want to love her, I want to be happy. I want our children to be made out of love, and not something we have to do every few years to keep the bloodline going."

"I didn't think you to be the sentimental type," I admitted.

"Me neither, but after seeing my parent's marriage, and other's, I don't want mine to end horrifically. I don't want to kill my future children's mother. I also don't want to have 100 bastards running around."

"How many children do you want?" I asked him.

"I need at least 3, but I want 5-7."

"5-7? That would be almost 7 years pregnant! I don't want that!" I said.

"It's likely that you'd had twins or even triplets. They seem to run in my family," he contradicted.

"I hate this, you know?" I told him.

He chuckled, "I don't want an arranged marriage either sweetheart, but sometimes we have to do things."

"But you said you'd want to marry someone you love, you don't love me. And I don't love you,"

"I can grow to love you, as you can do the same. But I have to first decide if I want you or not."

"What don't you want in a wife?" I asked him.

"I guess you'll have to find out," he said before pulling his phone back out and allowing the silence to fill the area once again.