His game (being rewritten)

Chapter II

Flame

I opened the front door to find my parents already standing on the porch. I took a deep breath before stepping outside and slowly closing the door, hearing the low motor bumming of a car. 'Guess he's here,' I thought to myself, biting my lower lip, then turning around, waiting for the black Mercedes-Maybach S-class to come to a stop in front of the house.

I had my hands in front of me tangled together. My parents were smiling as I'd never seen them before. They were good at faking a happy family after all these years. I sighed and looked back at the car. The driver got out, walked to the other side of the car, and opened the back door. My eyes were patiently waiting to take in the first glimpse they could.

I could never admit it, but I was curious about the man. I was asking myself if he really could live up to the words that were used to describe him in all the different magazines and social media.

Only seconds after the door was opened, I could see his black shoes firmly placed on the ground. I could catch a glimpse of his black suit pants. I inhaled sharply, preparing myself, but honestly, I could never have been prepared for when I saw him.

He stood up, his tall frame was intimidating. He was looking to the side, but even if I couldn't see the front of his face, I could see he must be even more handsome than any words could describe him. Hell, even his profile was perfect.

He licked his lips, walking up the few stairs that led to the front porch. I felt a lump in my throat when I saw his eyes. They were an ice blue color. If they were any colder, they wouldn't be blue anymore. No, they would be white, silver even.

He slowly approached my father, he had an amused look on his face as he shook his hand. It was a vicious look, to say the least. He was enjoying this encounter in an evil kind of way. "It's good to see you, Mr. Wolf," my father said with a smile on his face. He was visibly intimidated by the man in front of him. I was amused looking at the scene that was playing out in front of me, mostly because they looked like father and son, the father being scared and dependent on the son and not the other way around. He didn't answer my father's greeting, he only squeezed his eyes, looking at my father, then working down his way until his gaze met mine. My father cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. He wanted to have the upper hand since he was at his own house, but it seemed as if it had been taken away from him the second that Landon stepped foot on my father's estate.

"Let me introduce you to my family," my father was desperately trying to neutralize the situation. His voice sounded a bit shaky at first, but he collected himself fast. He didn't want to seem weak, but sadly, nothing could make him seem strong. He had no dominant presence. If I looked at the two men as if from a wolf pack, my father wouldn't even be a beta. But Landon Wolf? Hell, he'd be the strongest alfa.

"This is my wife Angela and my daughter ..." he stopped and took a deep breath. His actions confused me. "My daughter, Flame," he said, then quickly looked at me and smiled like a proud father. I furrowed my eyebrows, but quickly shook off the weird feeling I had gotten and smiled at the man that was now standing in front of me. "Flame," he paused, looking directly into my eyes. Even though they looked so calm from afar, I could see the storm raging in them. He had wildness inside him, I knew that much. "I've heard a lot about you," he smirked, and I could see the arrogance radiating off of him. "Only good things I hope," I said through gritted teeth with a smile on my face. I had a bad feeling about this whole situation and, to my luck, my mother saw the discomfort I was in and quickly invited him into our house. As they all walked into the house, I stood behind. I needed to collect myself and the cold breeze that gently caressed my skin was perfect for doing so. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and walked into the dining hall, to find that they had all already set down, the only place to sit being left beside Landon Wolf. "f*****g great," I thought to myself, rolling my eyes whilst sitting down.

I could feel Landon's eyes on me all through the diner. It was exhausting and annoying, to say the least. And as we ate our dessert, the weird feeling that I had felt when I saw Landon for the first time came rushing back like a wave of heat in the summer.

"Excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back." my father said, standing up, and leaving the dinner table. I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he had to do, but I quickly dismissed my thought, since he probably only went to the toilet. "So you're nineteen years old, huh?" I heard a deep voice beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up and was again met with those blue eyes that seemed a lot darker now than they did before. A strand of his dark hair fell on his face and, to be fair, it suited him. His hair looked as if it was once styled to perfection but messed up on purpose. I hate to admit it, but I loved the look on him. It was effortless, yet he looked like some kind of god.

"Yes," I answered, nodding my head, before looking back at my plate. I was playing with the crumbs and some leftover creme from the cake that we had. "That-" before he could finish his sentence my father interrupted him. "Here it is, it only needs the signatures.," he said, pushing forward a piece of paper. I looked at it with confusion. I looked at my father and then back down at the paper, realizing it was a contract.

"With this signature, I, Flame Moreno, accept a one-year relationship with Landon Wolf?!" I read out loud. "What the hell is this?!" I stood up, rage filling my veins. "Calm down dear." my mother puts her hand on my shoulder, trying to push me to sit back down. I pushed her hand off me and looked back at my father. "What is this?!" I yelled even louder than before. I was so angry, I could only see red. "Please Flame, just sign this," he says, tapping his finger on the spot where my signature should be. "What? No! Not before you tell me what's going on!" "It's your father's last chance of saving his company." Landon's voice was husky and low. It had some calmness in it. "Of course he's calm, it's not his life that's being destroyed." I think, rolling my eyes. "And you'll sign this, because you love your father, and don't want anything bad to happen to your family, am I right?" he says, putting a pen in front of me. I swallowed the lump that had built up in my throat.