The Infamous Billionaire

Chapter 13: Meeting the clan

Today is Saturday which means we have a weekend bonding as a clan. We do this twice a day month and it's my first time celebrating it with Andrea since the previous one I attended was when she was still living in that slum of an apartment. Can't blame her though, she was living alone and was living for and by herself.

Even though it is a family bonding, I didn't want Andrea to be left behind alone in our apartment so I invited her to come with me. Her reaction was unexpected, though but I actually kind of expected it.

"Are you mental?" Andrea said and went into full-berserk mode.

"I don't want you to be alone and besides, it would be lovely for you to meet my other family members." I explained and trying to calm her down. She huffed and stormed to the kitchen and I started to wonder why she went there. I followed her and saw that she was pulling out all sorts of contraptions used for baking and I gave her an incredulous look.

"What? Do you think I'll go unarmed to your family bonding? I'm gonna bake some cookies so leave." She said with her hands on her hips. I backed away slowly and retreated to my room and prepared the outfit I'll wear.

About half an hour later, I emerged from my room and I immediately got attacked by the smell of freshly baked cookies and almost bumped into the fuming Andrea.

"Get out of my way." She said coldly and I don't know whether to be sorry or be turned-on because she's mad and let me tell you, she's hot as hell.

I stepped to my side and she slammed her door. Patiently waiting for fifteen minutes as she prepped herself, she went out of her room with a plain white shirt tucked neatly in a pair of black shorts locked with a brown belt and her feet are closed with black, high-cut Converse, giving her the girl-next-door look.

She ignored my presence and got the tray of cookies and looked back behind me and said, "Are you still planning to go or what?"

Plunged into a pregnant, uncomfortable silence, I faced her when we stopped in front of a stoplight and looked at her. As soon as she saw my move, she faced me back and stared at me and I knew that if looks could kill, I was six feet beneath the ground by now.

"What are you mad about?" I confronted her and she sighed in frustration.

"I can't believe you didn't ask me in advance!"

"Because I thought you'll turn it down! If I ask you to go on the day itself, you will be more or less convinced to go along." I said and hearing it with my own ears, the reason sounds lame.

"Because of you, I rushed baking the cookies!" Andrea shouted and when the stoplight turned green, I started to gear the car with a go again and since I can't hold it in anymore, I laughed my heart out.

"What in the world are you laughing about? This is not a laughing matter! We're talking about cookies here, Maximillian. Cookies!" She emphasized and I laughed more that I had to pull over.

"Hey, what the heck are you doing? Step on the gas and get on it!" She screamed again in frustration and I stopped laughing because I can't breathe anymore.

"You're mad because of that?" I asked again and she just stared at me.

"Cookies are a piece of heaven. If you think this isn't some serious business, you're making a great mistake right there, mister." She tsked and I had to inhale or else I might die of laughter.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were mad because I just invited you on the spot." I explained and she shook her head and sighed.

"I get your point why you're inviting me but please, please inform me next time so I can prepare decent food, okay?"