Irresistible

2 ×The Meeting×

I took another deep breath, drumming my fingers on the console of the car and I heard Alex chuckle beside me. I looked at him and he had a smile on his tanned face.

"Are you nervous Bea," he asked me. I smiled a little and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Nervous? Why the hell would I be nervous? It's only my first time meeting your parents in four years! Of course I'm nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm not good enough for you," I said worriedly. I was rambling and Alex laid a hand on my drumming fingers, cutting me off.

"Babe, don't worry about it. They'll love you. Besides, their opinions don't matter anyways. Also, you are way too good for me princess, and don't ever doubt yourself for a second, okay?" I smiled at his comforting words and nodded. He squeezed my hand and then stopped the car.

"We're here," he announced. I looked around and my jaw dropped. We were parked in the drive of a beautiful mansion. It was modern, yet a bit rustic at the same time. In the middle of the roundabout drive was a marble fountain and everything was absolutely gorgeous. I looked over at Alex, who was watching me.

"You never told me your parents were rich," I accused. He only shrugged and stepped out of the car, which I did as well. This changed things. Now I expected them to be even more snobby and stuck up. Why hadn't he told me?

He reached over and interlaced our fingers together and I took a deep breath as we walked up to the porch. Then, he rang the doorbell. We stood there for a few seconds until the large door creaked open. There stood a woman in front of us. She was about the same height as me, and I was kind of short, her blue eyes looking at me.

She had dark brown, almost black, hair and everything about her was small. Her height, nose, hands, lips. She smiled kindly at us, with more warmth than I had been expecting. She opened the door wider for us to come inside.

"Hello. Come in come in. Alex, I've missed you so much," she said, then she wrapped him in a hug, which he returned after letting go of my hand. Once they drew apart, she looked over at me.

"Hello. I'm Joanne, but you can call me Anne. You are?"

I wasn't expecting her to actually speak to me, so I was kind of caught off guard, but before my hesitation was too noticeable, Alex stepped in.

"Mom, this is my girlfriend, Beatrice Scott." His mother smiled again and shook my hand.

"Very nice to meet you," she said. "I'm glad to see that you've finally settled down," she said to Alex. He gave her a small smile and grabbed my hand again.

"Where's Dad," Alex asked.

"Benjamin. They're here," Anne called. Then we followed her into a dining room with a table set for ten people. They must be having extra guests for Christmas.

Alex led me to a chair near the head of the table and we sat down beside each other. A few moments of silence had passed between us and I wondered what he was thinking so hard about. The always happy and expressive guy that I fell for has barely smiled or said a word since we walked into this house. He was obviously upset about something. Whatever it was, I didn't push. All I could do now was try to comfort him. Anne walked in a minute later, followed closely behind by a very tall man.

I was guessing that this must be Alex's father. They shared a few similarities. They both had the same blonde hair, though his father's was more well kept while Alex's was just messy. They had the same lips as well, which is weird to notice about your boyfriend's father, but I ignored that little detail.