Chapter Fourteen
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I pulled my brows together, “uh, why would you think I'd come to your family Thanksgiving?”
“Are you attending the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade?” He asked, totally ignoring my question.
“No.” I glared at him, not sure why he'd think I'll go all the way to Manhattan for a parade.
“Listen, my parents live thirty minutes drive away and every Thanksgiving, they always hold a family dinner where every single member of our family attends from anywhere they are.”
“And this year, I'm supposed to come with my girlfriend since I already promised them I'd do so, and since you're not planning to travel away for Thanksgiving, I want you to tag along with me.”
Was that supposed to be a request or an order?
Either way, “I'm having Thanksgiving dinner with my family,” I pointed out, in case he'd forgotten that I also had my life.
“Then bring them along,” he made it sound like it was no big deal.
“Bring them along?” I huffed. “Seriously. I mean, they don't even know I'm dating a guy because I need his help with my book.”
“Why don't they know?” He sounded bored of the conversation.
“Because I didn't tell them,” I glared at him, “so if I tell them to just suddenly tag along with me to some dude's Thanksgiving, they'll—”
He cut me off by leaning closer so our faces were only inches apart.
It had come to me as a surprise, but I found myself not moving back, and my heart race increasing at a rapid rate.
The scent of his cologne did no good in helping me feel calm.
Was he going to kiss me? Surely he wouldn't do such, right?
And no way would I allow him to. But then why has my breath seized.
“Listen, you made a promise to act like my girlfriend as long as I help you with your book,” he reminded, in a low but stern tone.
“I need you to prove to my family that we're dating, so you have to come,” his tone sent shivers down my spine, “with or without your family.”
He pulled back, finally letting the breath flow through my lungs, but my heart rate didn't get back to normal.
What just happened? And why was my heart racing so fast? And where the f**k had my voice disappeared to?
“Listen, you're also going to sleepover since they live thirty minutes drive away and it'd be late when the Thanksgiving dinner's over.”
I would have disagreed with that and argued, if my heart wasn't racing so fast, confusing me more than anything.
There was no way it was racing that fast because of how close he'd been, right?
I got down from his car, still trying to process what just happened when I noticed that the fans were still outside murmuring whatever they felt right to.
Was this how the New York population had gotten so jobless that they didn't know what else to do than to wait for a guy who was in his car.
Once I'd gotten down, the murmurs increased as I took slow strides towards my car.
Unlocking my car door, I opened it, closing it once I was in.
Starting the car, the engine roared and came to life.
It was when I was on the road that it all dawned on me what I'd actually agreed to.
Did I seriously not argue that he wanted me to leave my family Thanksgiving for his?
What the f**k? How would he even expect me to tell it to them?
They knew nothing about me dating him or anything like that.
What would I say? Would I tell them it was fake?
Dad would be extremely mad at me for dating someone all because of a book.
I could already see him shaking his head in disappointment and telling me that I was belittling myself and bla bla bla.
But he wouldn't understand that I had only done this because I really needed his sense in the sport.
Oh what to do?
I parked my car in a parking spot, retrieving my phone from my purse and dialling Katie's number.
“Hi, what's up?” Her voice echoed in the speaker of the car once she'd answered the call.
Starting the car again, I was back on the road, “your asshole brother wants me to be his Thanksgiving date.”
She chuckled, “yeah, my parents asked him to bring you along as our family always has a grand Thanksgiving.”
“Well, couldn't he have just said an excuse as to why I can't come?” I asked in an annoyed tone.
“Wait, you're coming?” There was no hiding the surprise in her tone.
“Yeah, I kinda am.” I shook my head at the squeal that echoed in my car.
“Oh my gosh, I can't believe you actually agreed to,” she let out a surprised chortle, “how the f**k was that asshole able to convince you to tag along?”
I shrugged though she couldn't see me, but then recalled how he'd convinced me.
Stupid.
“But isn't Thanksgiving supposed to be like a family thing and all?” Because that was how it was in my family. “Why do they want his girlfriend they barely know to tag along.”
She chuckled, “Thanksgiving in my family is not a family event.”
I stopped the car since the lights read red, and so I was focused on what she had to say.
“It's a family bringing your family and your friends who should bring their families and friends and families of friends who have friends and families and so on.”
I chuckled, “what the heck is that?”
“Trust me, Thanksgiving in our place is filled with people you know and those you've never seen before.”
“But why is that so?” I asked, getting back on the road since the lights had changed.
“Because we're the Hames family girl,” she chuckled, knowing how crazy that sounded.
“Hmm, after meeting your brother, I don't think I'd have a comment.”
“I guess now you really know things about me.”
We chatted for a while more till she hung up as Kelvin was calling her, so I drove home.
Once my car was packed in the garage, I got out, heading towards my door when Oliver appeared in front of me with furrowed brows.
“What's wrong?” I asked in confusion when she stretched her hand that held her phone.
“Why didn't you tell me you were dating Austin Hames?”
I saw what was on her phone.
A photo that'd been taken at the coffee shop where he leaned closer to tell me not to pay.
But from whoever took this photo’s view, we looked really close to kissing.
Seriously?
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