Love Contract

Chapter 7: Real Flynn

Amethyst

"Just follow everything I say."

And now, quite literally, I'm following him as we walk towards the elevator. The three of them are talking, Flynn asking if everything is ready. But I have no idea what they're discussing.

As the elevator door opens, Nate excitedly says, "Good luck, you two," and gives us a thumbs up.

We step into the elevator, but I'm curious why they don't follow us. Flynn and I are inside, but Nate and Mr. Harles remain outside, giving me a smile.

The door closed, and he pushed the G button. We were on the 24th floor, so I figured out I had more time to spend with Flynn inside the elevator.

He faced me, "Are you ready?" he asked, smiling. His smile was genuine, and he didn't seem dangerous anymore.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

He walked closer to me and grabbed my waist. "To follow my lead," he said, smiling again, our faces just an inch apart. "Just be yourself," he said, pulling me even closer to him.

His perfume enveloped me again, and he smelled so good. I felt my cheeks turn hot and my heart race. I didn't know what he was going to do, but one thing was certain—I trusted him. I didn't even know why.

His face was slowly getting closer. My mind screamed to wait, but my body wouldn't comply. I wanted to push him away, but I also felt an excitement to kiss him.

He smiled, and before I could react, he kissed me—slowly but hungrily. I didn't know what to do so I just closed my eyes and parted my lips slightly, letting him take the lead. I could feel his soft lips pressing against mine, his tongue licking my lower lip before gently sucking on it. So this is what a kiss feels like. I let out a soft moan, and he pulled me even closer, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck for support as my knees grew weak. His warm body against mine felt like an electric shock, sending tingles through my entire body.

I felt his tongue reaching into my mouth, so I reciprocated by licking his tongue, causing him to moan. The moment I heard his moan, I felt a sensation between my thighs, and a desire for him to moan more grew within me. I followed his lead, making the kiss more aggressive, and I could feel something hard pressing against my abdomen. Did I turn him on?

The elevator dinged, and adrenaline surged through me, urging me to push him away. He stopped kissing me, but to my surprise, there were numerous cameras facing us, their flashes blinding me. Flynn hugged me and covered my face from the cameras. "Damn," I heard him curse.

He led the way, still hugging me. What was happening? Was he this famous that there were so many press people here? Maybe this was what they were discussing earlier, they had planned this!

I pushed him, but he didn't let go until he guided me to a car, where he let me in and quickly took the driver's seat.

"So, was that what you meant?" I asked him, feeling a bit annoyed.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean, those reporters? Why would I?" he answered, sounding more annoyed than me.

"Nate and you already planned this. Stop pretending," I told him, pointing at him. This was so disappointing.

He stopped the car slowly and faced me. He leaned in, so I closed my eyes, expecting another aggressive kiss, but I just heard the seatbelt strap being pulled. I opened my eyes to find it was just the seatbelt.

He chuckled and started driving again. How dumb. I had just been criticizing the girls in movies for not wearing seatbelts, and now who's talking?

"I don't know why those damn reporters are there, but I have an idea who called them," he explained, still focused on the road. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and made a call.

"Bro, would you take care of those reporters?" he started. "They were already on the ground floor when Amethyst and I went down," his voice was calm but he seemed annoyed. "Yeah. And investigate if they were the ones who called." Then he hung up. I just stared at him, realizing Flynn seemed like a dangerous guy, but he cared for me.

I didn't know where we were going, but I trusted him. An hour later, we entered through a huge gate. On my side, I saw a white mansion. As we arrived in front of the mansion, Flynn held my hand.

"This is what I was talking about. I want you to meet my parents," he smiled at me and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"What? I'm not prepared yet," I told him, my voice starting to panic.

"It's okay. You're still beautiful even in the simplest way," he smiled, cupping my face. He kissed my forehead and got out of the car. Hearing those words made me blush and smile. He opened the passenger door and offered his hand. I looked at him, and he was smiling. I smiled back and took his hand.

"Flynn," a beautiful lady greeted Flynn and hugged him. She was in her early 50s, with eyes identical to Flynn's. I could say she was like the female version of him. "Hi," she greeted me with a smile. "You must be Flynn's girlfriend," she said, hugging me.

We went to their veranda, where dinner was already served. They were expecting us. A man sitting in a wheelchair was waiting for us. He smiled and waved at me. I smiled back and just stared at him. He looked familiar to me; maybe I had seen him in some magazines.

Flynn introduced me to his parents, and they seemed like good people. I knew his parents were influential. His mother, Emma, was an actress in her teenage years; no wonder she still looked young and beautiful at 52. She told me some funny stories about young Flynn, like how he was terrified of lizards because he had caught one and it bit him. It was so hilarious that I laughed, and he frowned at me.

"How did you two meet anyway?" Emma asked, taking a sip of her juice.

"Well, it was Geovanie. He introduced me to this girl," Flynn started. "Then I liked her, so I pursued her," he added, taking a sip of his wine.

"Did our son force you to be his girlfriend?" Emma asked me, sounding worried. I smiled to hide my nervousness. "I know Flynn gets what he wants. Just tell me if he forced you," she said.

"No, ma'am... I mean Emma. He didn't force me," I smiled. He didn't force me, I guess. I had a choice, but choosing to accept his offer wasn't exactly a forced decision.

"The moment I saw you, I was surprised that Flynn brought us a girl we wanted for him—a girl who would take good care of him forever. You know, Amethyst, you're wife material, and I hope you'll be patient with Flynn," she said, holding my hand.

Looking into Emma's eyes made me feel a slight guilt. She really believed I was Flynn's girlfriend. I looked at Flynn, and he was smiling, looking at his mom. The Flynn beside me wasn't dangerous at all. Maybe I had just misunderstood him as having a dangerous aura. Today, I learned who the real Flynn was.