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I saw my mom's frustration as she stamp her heels on the floor causing loud noises.
A small cough caught all of our attention. In the kitchen door stood my dad with... Zachary! What the f**k is he doing here?
"What's happening here?" My dad asked in a low and authoritative voice.
"Who's this handsome man here?" My mom asked In her most annoying voice! "I'm Zachary, ma'am." They both shook hands.
My yaya rose from her chair and excused herself as she knows this is a family matter.
"Ask her." I nonchalantly said, pointing to my mom. "Yay, do we have more pancakes?" I shouted and I heard her said that there's more at the table.
"No, you're not going to eat another pancake! Look at you! You're so fat!" My mom who has no shame on her body shouted again as though she's not thinking there's a visitor with my dad.
I weigh 120 pounds and it's only ideal for my height. She's the only one to say that I'm fat, as everybody says I have this sexy curves.
"Not as fat as you, Mother." I winked at her. I stab another pancake with my fork and put it on my plate and glazed it with caramel. If my mom's nose can smoke, I'm sure she'll be burning right now. She's so pissed at me, and so am I.
Controlling me won't work. It just won't.
"Dad, wanna eat some?" I asked my dad and he shook his head. "What about you, Mister?" I asked in a flat tone.
I've been noticing how he stares at me with an amused eyes. "Watch your tone, Clarissa." My dad warned, and I watched him take a sit at the dinner table.
My mom is now on her phone calling some parlor, setting up an appointment like she told me.
I ate my last bite of pancake and Zach's gaze is still lock on me.
It's rude to stare, asshole.
"I'm going for a drive." I announced after I drank my water yayay prepared for me. "Yay, I'll be back later, and we'll go for a drive!" I shouted and it's enough for her to hear, I heard her say 'be safe'.
"You're not leaving! I've already set an appointment to fix your hair for your engagement!" She stopped my arm.
"Mom, I can get marry with a messy hair if I want to, okay? It won't matter as long as I'm there fulfilling your stupid wishes." I sarcastically said.
"That's it! This is very embarrassing to Mr. Mulliken!" My dad stood up and pulled me to sit in one of the chair.
" Why is he here anyways? " I stop myself from rolling my eyes.
" No one will marry you, Clarissa! You're nothing, but a pain in the ass!" She again managed to throw one her supposedly 'best insults to me' I got used to it.
"I'm surprised, mom" I retorted, I was about to open my lips again, but my dad shot me a warning glare.
"I'll still marry her." Zach's voice echoed the whole dinner table when he spoke.
My eyes widened! I just realized what he said! He'll be my husband!?
My mom's jaw dropped In surprised.
"I'm so sorry for her behavior, Mr Mulliken! I'll make sure she'll be good before your marriage." My mom assured Zach.
" I like her the way she is, change won't be necessary. " If I'm not wrong, he sounded a bit irritated.
I'm still in search for words when my dad stopped clicking on his laptop and turn to look at me.
"My bad..." he straightened his back and " Zachary meet my daughter Clarissa. Clarissa, he's gonna be your husband." My dad sounded like he's a pastor.
"So please to meet you again, Clarissa." He bowed his head and kissed the top of my hand. "Likewise" Is all I can say Infront of this gorgeous man.
"Are we done here?" I changed the subject as I pulled my hand away from his.
"No, we still have a lot of things to talk about the wedding." My dad motioned for me to sit back.
"It's okay, Mr Clarkson. I'm sure my wife will be very pleased if we talk about this in private, am I right? " He questions and gave me a knowing look.
" Yeah, sure. I'll just text you the rendezvous. " I walked out the door and he followed me.
" Thank you for saving me there" I sighed in relief. "it's nothing, I'll call you later. " He smiled and I left him at the doorframe, but he easily pulled my hand again causing me to push myself on his chest!
" Why'd you do that for?" I tried my best to calm my voice.
Instead of saying something his thumb reach to the corner of my lips and wiped something there, he then put it in his own mouth!
" Now, I understand why you can't stop eating that pancake. " My face reddened, I'm so embarrassed that I run to my car and sped off.
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