Fated To Be Together

Let's get married

"We meet again". His words kept ringing in my ear. I never thought he'd be able to recognize me, who am I kidding? he was actually on top of me that night and woke up first, so why won't he recognize me?

We went to eat and he was sitting directly opposite me with an intense gaze at me. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat without escaping my mom's eyes.

"are you alright?" she asked

"yes mom I'm fine" I lied.

"okay... if you say so". she said, sounding unconvinced. "alright then let's eat". it was my dad's turn to speak, having being quiet all this time.

"How is your career going so far?" Mrs Couper asked, making me to almost choke on my food.. almost.

"it's been awesome" I said, which is actually true. Until less than forty eight hours ago, when it's threatening to go down the drain.

"so tell me what it's like to be a star?" she asked again.

"well.." I started, " it's not that always rossy" I answered honestly.

"I know dear, my son comes home most times with broken bones" she said, smiling sweetly at him and he smiled back at her, knowing she was only teasing him.

"oh I forgot to tell you, Brandon plays basketball" my mom said looking directly at me. " I can't believe you don't recognize each other, both of you used to play together when you were kids" my mom continued and I gasped. I couldn't believe it, the same little Bray back then.

I remember we used to hang around each a lot when we were kids that people started saying we'd get married in the future. I remember crying my eyes out the day they were leaving town, I pleaded with my parents to let me go with them, but no.

Wait a minute, did he recognize me that night, was that the reason he approached me, or he was just looking for a girl to f**k and I happened to be available, what is he thinking about now?. I was battling with myself inside my head.

"excuse me, I'd like to use the restroom" his deep voice broke the trance I was in. " would you mind showing me the way" he asked, looking directly at me.

"oh sure" I said, not knowing what else to say or do.

I led him out of the dinning leading him to the restroom with my heart pounding in my chest.

We got there and I pointed the restroom to him, he shocked me by dragging me in with him, making me hit my face on his hard chest and my face started burning hot, maybe from the contact or from my blush.

" what the hell" I said trying to regain myself.

"so it was your doing" he said as a matter of fact more than a question.

"What do you mean?"

"why was my pictures all over the internet the next day?" he asked

"excuse me?" I said, not getting what he meant.

"I came back to New York to pursue my career as a basketball player and to take over my family's business, the next day my pictures are on internet. You want to tell me. you had nothing to do with it? he asked, sounding angry and pissing me off too.

"listen Brandon or whatever your name is" I started and he c****d his brows at me, but I wasn't having it. " if you had actually seen the news or read it, you'd know that the face that was and still is all over the internet is mine not yours, my career is the one on the line here not yours, nobody knows who you are, but they'll know once I make the press interview". I said, now fuming. Who does he think he is to come and tell me about his career being on the line?.

" what do you mean by they'll know once you make an interview?" he asked.

" oh you didn't know they want to me clear the air about my relationship status and who you are?" I asked him "listen," I continued without waiting for him to answer "if you don't want my parents or yours to come looking for us here, I suggest we continue this talk later" I said and with that, I left him there and went back to the dinning.

*****

After dinner, my parents and his went to the living room to talk more about business, Brandon and I had to make use of the opportunity. After my outburst in the restroom, I couldn't finish my dinner and I was still angry.

I took him out to the balcony where we'd have our privacy. I folded my hands on my chest expecting him to speak first.

"hmm", he started " I'm sorry about earlier". he said, surprising me, I mean I wasn't expecting him to apologise, with the way I spoke to him earlier.

"I'm sorry too" I simply said.

"so what are we going to do now?" he asked " I can't afford to be seen on the internet in a negative way, it'll ruin my career and my work". he said

"I don't know, if I don't grant them that interview I'm afraid my own career will be affected. No company or industry would like to involve a s**t in their business" I said that with an eye roll. He kept quiet for a while before speaking.

" I've got an idea" he said, arousing a new hope in me.

"I'm all ears"

"why don't you become our company's brand ambassador?" he asked. "since I'm going to take over after my father's retirement next week. You can wait after that before you grant the interview, you can tell them you were shooting a commercial". he said and I literally facepalm myself. That's the most dumbest idea I've ever heard, he's just trying to save his own face, he doesn't even care about mine.

What kind of commercial will that be? Testing our hormones or what?

" I have a better idea," I said to him. "let's get married".