Rival Lovers (Completed)

Chapter 16

"Do you want anything else?" the waiter asked me. I shook my head no even though I had barely ordered anything.

"Beverly, you only ordered a small salad. Order something else." Francis said to me.

I quickly ignored him and turned back to the waiter.

"I'm good, I don't want anything else," I replied.

The waiter nodded and turned and left.

"I told you to get something else,"

I rolled my eyes at Francis's comment. "I'm not all that hungry. You don't get to just shove food down my throat."

"You really are a little bitch, aren't you?"

"Can we please just get this over with? I don't want to be here anymore than you do," I asked him.

"Believe it or not, but I was actually looking forward to meeting you and going out with you. I figured you'd get drunk halfway during the night because you're so upset that you have to be here on this date with me, then we'd end up going to have sex at a random hotel. But that doesn't seem to be going to happen since you didn't order any liquor," Francis said.

"I will not be having sex with you, ever," I said almost disgusted.

"You look like the girl who'd be quite good in bed. I don't figure you're a virgin anymore?" Francis asked.

"Lost it a few years ago, I didn't really think it was anything special to keep or wait to give away," I told him truthfully.

"Then why are you so disgusted with sleeping with me when you sleep around so much?"

"I don't sleep around. I also don't mix pleasure with business. And that's what this is, business. I don't want to marry you, Francis. I don't like you, and I sure as hell don't love you. I don't even know if I want to get married when I'm older. But I know if I marry you, I'll be stuck alone in a large house while you whore around with 5 mistresses when I have the 5 children of ours running around the house,"

"I wouldn't do that to you, Beverly. I won't be having any mistresses. I won't leave you alone with 5 children, even though I do want that many. But I do like you even if you don't like me. I think you're quite interesting and fun to talk to. You have a fire in you most girls don't. They usually just submit and do as I ask, but you don't seem like the type to do so, even though I know your father threatened you."

"I just don't care anymore," I told him.

Francis only smirked. "From what I was told, this dinner was only for me to meet you and see if I was interested in getting with you. If so, we'd get married within 2-3 months. And hopefully, be expecting a child within 4-5. If not, then both of our families would go to war, fighting it out to see who would get to Langfield territory."

"So what do you plan to do?" I asked him.

Francis looked at me and sighed, "I won't tell you straight away what I have decided. I know how the rest of this evening will go, but first I want to know how you feel, and what you'd prefer to happen. Say it honestly. It won't affect my decision whatsoever," he told me.

"I don't want to go to war, but I also don't want to marry you. It's not you, it's me. I don't really ever want to get married and have children. But I also don't want to die. I figure that if we did go to war, you'd win. So in this life or death situation, I'd choose to marry you. But if it was a perfect world and somehow my family would win, I'd choose to not marry you and go to war,"

"I guess it's only right if I tell you my decision," Francis said.

I looked at him and tried to think of every possible scenario.

Would it truly be that bad if we got together?

Maybe I could fall in love with him, he's not a bad guy after all.

"After only being on this so-called date with you for an hour or so, I decided that I think we should continue on with this," Francis told me.

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or horrified.

Nothing was a win-win, it was pure loss-loss.

"So what now?" I asked him.

"We finish up this date, then I take you back home and tell your father and my father what I have chosen,"

The rest of the night, he got to know me as I got to know him. He wasn't as bad as I thought he was, but he was still a killer and a psychopath.

I didn't want to marry him, I didn't want to have children with him.

He told me earlier in the night that within 5 months, I would have to be pregnant with his baby, and I can't do that.

I can't be a mom at my age. I'm not ready, shit, I don't even want to be a mom in general.

"We should be at your house in 10 minutes," Francis told me as he looked up from his phone.

I nodded not responding with my words.

I pulled out my phone so I could text Wrennly who I missed greatly.

Beverly: Hey Wren, I just finished dinner with Francis. We are heading back to my house at the moment. I don't know what I'm going to do, he wants to marry me within 3 months, and start a family in 5!

Wrennly: Calm down Beverly, your dad won't let that happen that fast. You aren't even 25. You can't do any of that this young. Calm down and breathe. I'll come to your house later tonight and we can talk.

Beverly: ok, but come through my bedroom window. My father won't be too happy if he finds out you are inside of the house.

Wrennly: okay, will do.

I put my phone away as Francis had cleared his throat, trying to grab my attention.

"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Francis asked me.

I looked at him confused about why he was asking this, "No, but why does it matter to you?"

"You just seem a little, I don't know, emotionally unavailable. But if you have someone you love and care about, we can talk about it. I'll see what I can do," he told me.

I shook my head, "I've never been in love, I don't care about people, and people don't care about me. I have a fling going on, but nothing big. I'll end it whenever we start doing whatever," I told him.

"Look, I don't care what you do, at least until we get married. You can still be friends with him and see him, but whatever sexual relationship you two have, needs to stop before we get engaged."

I nodded, "It will,"

"Who is it? I won't start anything, but it just makes me wonder,"

"His name is Wrennly, he's in this horrible world with us as well. My father sorta does business with his father, but please don't tell my father. My father will kill him and probably me. I'll end it." I said quickly.

Francis sighed, "I know who you're talking about, he's a nice kid and all, but bad news. But so am I. I won't tell your father, but you need to stop seeing him,"

"He's still my friend though, we sorta sleep together every so often, but he's what makes me feel safe and comfortable when something is going wrong. We've been friends for a little while too,"

"Let me think about it, okay? I don't want to separate you from your friend, but I also don't feel the most comfortable with you hanging out with an ex-lover and all."

I nodded, "We are here," I said as the car pulled up into the driveway.

Now it's time to tell my father that I'm engaged.

"Wait, before we go in. I have this," Francis said before pulling out a box from his pocket and revealing a large diamond ring.

"Wear it. I want people to know you're taken and that you're mine." Francis told me before slipping the ring on my finger.

I was his...and I was fucked...

Sorry about the wait, but hope you enjoyed the chapter! :)