In love with the billionaire’s ex wife

Chapter 7

Lisa won’t stop asking me about my parents. I get that she’s concerned about me, but the reason I’m away from home right now is because I want to get them out of my head, just for the holidays.

Finally, we get to her grandparents house, and I just realize that I might have forgotten how Christmas works. The lights, the snowman, the Christmas welcome banner. Now I get what Cassy was saying, I didn’t feel the Christmas vibe at home, it was as if it wasn’t Christmas. For my parents, it was just another day to fight, work, and date younger people. Damn it, I still can’t believe my mom is dating a 25 year old. Whenever I think it will get better, it just gets worse.

I try helping Lisa’s driver get the bags from the trunk, while Lisa manages to sashay to the front door. I don’t get how she is able to work perfectly in this snowy ground. Meanwhile, Lisa’s bags are so heavy. I thought she’s staying for a week, why did she pack so many bags, and why the hell are they so heavy. I hold one edge of her luggage, while her driver holds the other edge. Yes the bags are heavy, but the snow makes it a lot worse. We struggle to pull out our legs in every step we take. Though the struggle is real, I'm glad we are just a few steps away from the front door.

After taking a step forward, I wait for the driver to take his, but he isn’t.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I’m stuck,” he says.

“What do you mean you are stuck?” I have never heard of anyone being stuck on snow before. But right now the pain I’m feeling on my upper arm is killing me.

“You guys need help?!” Lisa shouts from the porch, and I wonder what she’s still doing outside.

“I can’t move my feet, it’s frozen,” the driver says.

Okay, he’s either running mad or he’s actually saying the truth, and I think he’s running mad.

“You know what, just put it on my head,” I suggest.

“What? Sir I can’t do that.”

“Why? Don’t tell me your hands are also frozen.”

“No sir.

“Then put. It .On. My. Head.” The pains are making me a bit grumpy, and I just might kill Lisa for packing heavy.

Standing in one position, the driver lifts the luggage up, and I feel the weight of it on my head. This will be the first time ever that I have carried anything on my head, and I really hope it will be the last. It’s much easier to carry on the head though, and in less than no time, I find myself standing on the front porch.

Lisa helps me bring the luggage down, and I see the driver carrying the rest of the bags on his head. And I’m surprised he’s no longer stucked. Was he lying before? Of course he was.

“What the hell is inside this bag?”

“What?” She shrugs. “I like being fully prepared, just in case.”

“Just in case you ran out of clothes and start running around the house naked?” I scorn and she stuck out her tongue at me.

“Gosh it's freezing out here,” I say, rubbing my arms which are luckily covered by my big coat. “Can we go in now?” I ask, finding it strange that Lisa’s isn’t ringing the doorbell.

“We will, I’m just thinking…”

“About…?”

“About the dishes and grandma.”

“I’m kinda lost…” I furrow my brows. Finally the driver gets to us and drops the bags on the floor, breathing out heavy fogs. I wonder how sweaty he would have been if it wasn't the winter season.

“You see, my Nana makes me do the dishes. I hate sticking my nails in those…” she sneers, and it takes everything in me not to yell at her.

“You mean the reason we are outside, freezing like hell is because you are scared of doing the dishes?”

“Maybe,” she says.”

“Ring the doorbell.”

“But…”

“Lisa…”

“Okay, okay, fine.” She rings the doorbell and a Christmas song plays from the outside which spooks me at first. Lisa laughs at how jumpy I was.

“Haha, very funny,” I say.

“You no ‘freezing like hell’ is the most stupid expression I have ever heard of. How can one freeze like hell?” She teases me why we wait for someone to answer the door.

Thinking about it now, it is actually stupid. “Whatever you say Langford princess.”

Finally the door opens and a slender brunette is at our face.

“Hi aunt Martha,” Lisa says.

She scrutinizes us for a few seconds, before saying “Lisa?” She sounds unsure, like she can not recognize her niece, which makes me wonder how long it has been since Lisa visited her grandparents. She seems to be taking this fear of doing the dishes seriously. What should one call it? Dishphobia? She might be the first person to have it.

“Oh my God!” She utters. “Come on in,” she adds. She seems really happy to see us, I mean her…Lisa, of course.

I step in after Lisa. Strangely, the inside looks smaller than it appears from the outside, but it feels warm. The Brunette leads us in, where I see more strange faces over the dinning. They are of different sizes, the old, the young, the little, the fat one, and I think the sick one. Just like Martha, they scan us for some seconds, and the next thing I hear is “whaaaaaaat,” from a young lady, who is obviously the young one out of them all. She stands up, and I get a clear view of her face and body, of course. She has brownish hair, and ocean eyes. When I say Ocean, I mean like moist, like someone who is about to cry, except she isn’t, because have a big smile stuck on her face which is revealing her pure angelic set of white teeth. I’m not gonna lie, that is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

Unable to take my eyes off her, I watch as she approaches Lisa. Her body, damn…what words should I use? It’s perfect, it’s just perfect. A flat tummy, a tiny waist revealing her curves…WOW! She just stands next to Lisa, with a sweet smile on her face.

“Is that Lisa?” The Old lady asks.

“Nana.” Lisa trudges to her, and falls into her arms.

Ohh, that explains the grey hair. And for someone who hates the fact that her Nana keeps making her do the dishes, she sure seems happy to see her.

I just stand still, hands in my pocket, and being the stranger that I am while Lisa greets her family which seems like she hasn’t seen in ages, but she’s just 20, how long can it be?

“Uhmmm, honey, who’s your friend?” Finally someone notices me. Not just anyone, but the young lady with the perfect body.

“Ohhh, that’s Kelvin. Kelvin, come to say hi to my family,” Lisa says.

Lisa starts by introducing each of them to me. “My Nana, my Mom, my grandpa, my aunt and her family, and this is my uncle.”

She says it quickly, but I think I heard her say mom. But there are just three ladies, the Brunette, which she said was her aunt, and the old lady which she called her Nana, and the beautiful young lady which can not possibly be her mother, plus a little Angel who is about five or six years old. But then again, I remember her saying her mother was here. Could the young lady be…

“Wait, is she your mom?” As confused as I am, I need some clarification on this one.

“Yeah,” Lisa says, simply, and it’s as if my brain went off for a few seconds.

“Yes, I’m Lisa’s mother!” She sounds eloquent, and I can hear a little bit of a British accent. She offers a handshake.

“Wow.” I utter, shaking her soft, fresh palm. I couldn’t keep it cool, it’s really unbelievable. She looks at me, confused. “Oh, I mean, you look younger than I expected.”

She gives me a slight smile, then goes back to her seat. Lisa’s Nana offers me a seat close to her, and I already feel loved. As we eat, I wish I was as lucky as Lisa. I wish I had a family like this. The food tastes a lot better with me staring into Lisa’s mother's eyes. I love them, but I’m kinda curious. Is there water buried in her eyes? Why do her eyes look like the ocean?

A knock on the door, sets everyone on edge.

“I’ll get it,” Lisa’s mother says.

In about a few seconds, I hear Lisa shout “Dad?”

When I raise my head , I see a huge, tall man In a black suit, a dark heavy mustache mixed with grey hair. Wait…How is he her dad, and this beautiful young lady, her mother? It’s crazy, and I can’t wrap my head around it.

“Hi baby girl,” he says, then he makes his way to Lisa’s Nana and hugs her. I have always heard of Lorenzo’s company. He is one of the richest men in town, as people say. But I have never seen him in person, just in pictures. His pictures are all over the internet, and many people worship and adore him. One thing I need to get straight, he looks nothing like his pictures. He looks like a 60 year old man that is ready to give a punch. He also has a scar under his eyes. How did Sarah end up with him?