Claimed By My Billionaire Boss

Meeting His Grandma

Marcella’s POV

The cold air of Pennsylvania brushed against my fragile skin as I got down from the car. All my life I have never been to more than two cities, and Pennsylvania wasn't one of them.

My eyes scanned through the luxurious building before me. And I also took the time to look around my surroundings. Expensive cars parked at a side of the mansion, while the building stood tall like a Brazilian artifact.

I proceeded to move forward, but Antonio quickly intertwined his hand in mine. What does he think he is doing?

I couldn't say anything. He is still my boss and I was the one that got myself entangled in this mess.

Walking into the house, I almost gape open my mouth. The polished walls, hanging paintings, illuminating chandeliers and rare furniture — all screamed of excessive wealth.

The house looked more like something you would see on the television. I took careful steps on the marble floor, making sure my heels didn't click too loudly, maintaining perfect etiquette, and trying to blend in with the surroundings.

A butler pushed forward an old woman in a wheelchair. She looked up, her eyes locking onto me. She then turned to Antonio, and a beautiful bright smile appeared to her face.

“Hi Grandma,” Antonio leaned down, and kissed her cheek.

“I thought you won't show up Coby,” she muttered, her voice weak and cracked.

“I wouldn't do that, Granny.”

“Let’s not keep the pretty girl standing.”

The old woman's gaze lingered on me, probably assessing me. I smiled, hoping it was polite enough.

We all moved to the sitting room – which was more of a lounge. I settled into the couch beside Antonio, he didn't let go of me.

“So Grandma, this is my girlfriend, Marcella. And Marcella, this is my beloved grandma,” he did the formal introduction.

Did I just hear that correctly? Girlfriend? He brought me to see his grandma as his girlfriend?

I wanted to speak, but he pinched me hard, a silent threat, and I couldn't help but force a smile. He is lying to his grandma!

“She is beautiful Coby. Where are you from dear?” She asked, her voice reeking of pure excitement.

“Florida,” I answered.

“Beautiful… that's where Coby’s mother is also from,” she smiled.

I don't care where Coby – like she calls him, mother is from. This shouldn't be happening. I am far from Antonio's girlfriend. I am just one of the thousands of workers he has.

“That's nice,” I gave a fake smile.

“You must be tired Marcella, you'd need to get rest, we can talk later. I will tell you of Coby's childhood, he was a really naughty little boy,” she chuckled.

“Grandma!” Antonio protested.

“And lest I forget, there is going to be a little gathering tomorrow, every Martinez will be present, you will be introduced to all of them,” Mrs Martinez smiled once more. Her smile was eating me up. If there is one thing I am not, that's being deceitful.

I am going to be introduced to them all? I don't like getting myself involved in chaos, and this seems like one.

“Alright ma'am.”

“Don't call me that!”

I stared at her in confusion.

“Call me grandma.”

Now this is worse, I have to address my boss's grandmother as grandma, instead of the formal ‘Mrs Martinez’.

“Okay Gran… Grandma,” I forced the words out of my mouth.

“Roy, take my girlfriend to my room,” Antonio muttered.

I thought the butler that wheeled Mrs Martinez was Roy, but it wasn't him. A younger man came from behind and he bowed before us, as a sign of greeting.

They are all really falling for the ‘My girlfriend’ trick.

“Babe, I want to have a quick conversation with Grandma, I will meet you upstairs,” he said in his sweetest voice ever.

Grandma has no choice but to fall for this, Antonio's acting is top notch.

“Sure,” I muttered, walking away from them, but accompanied by the guy he called Roy.

Roy walked me towards the elevator. I tried my best to hide my surprise as to why an elevator is inside a house and not an official building, the mansion was only three stories.

I guess he had to build it because of Mrs Martinez's condition, I don't think she can walk.

The elevator dinged open, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Ma'am," Roy called, gesturing with his hands for me to move forward.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

I followed Roy as he led me down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door and unlocked it with a key card.

"Ma'am, Sir Antonio's room," he said, handing me the card.

I stepped inside, a little amazed by the sleek, modern decor. But I shouldn't be surprised, judging from what I have seen so far, Antonio has nice choices.

Roy stayed for a moment, before walking out, closing the door behind him.

I waited patiently in the room for Antonio to talk with his grandma, using that as an opportunity to explore the room. I would give him a piece of my mind when he gets back.

As soon as Antonio walked into the room, I rose to my feet, and I threw a question at him.

“What was that all about?” I rested my hands on my waist, holding it tightly in a way that reflected my anger.

His demeanor was calm, my question didn't bother him. He gently sat at the edge of the bed.

"I had to do that. "