I apologise to all readers and reviewers for not updating in such a long time. I have been extremely busy with college coursework, so busy I haven't managed to get a chance to update this story of mine. But thankfully I have managed to finish my course and my coursework so I should be free to write another chapter now.
Chapter Three
Our First Meeting
I gazed out of my bedroom window, staring out in the darkness I felt so bored. The week had dragged in quickly, too quickly in my opinion.
Saturday had already arrived and I had not seen or heard from Sarah since Friday. Probably due to the fact that we had to cancel our meeting up schedule thanks to my two loving parents who had arranged to go out for dinner tonight.
I heard my bedroom door open, my mother walked into the room only to tell me to hurry up and put something appropriate on for dinner.
At the minute I was wearing a navy blue checker shirt, a black 'Breaking Benjamin' short-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of black leggings and a pair of slippers.
"Mum do I really have to dress up in some sort of fancy dress?" I complained.
"Yes Allie you do." My mother responded.
I sighed distastefully before storming into my small dressing room and picked out a plain light pink strapless dress and a black cardigan to go with it,
I removed my tops and quickly lifted out a strapless bra from one of my top drawers. After removing the bra: that I had been wearing for most of the day, I soon replaced it with the strapless bra before putting on my strapless pink dress and my black cardigan before putting my other bra into the small wash basket that I kept in my bathroom.
I stepped out of my bathroom only to notice what my mother was wearing. She was wearing a long blue cerulean dress with straps, a pair of silver pumps and a long-sleeved white cardigan.
Her hair had been tied back into a tight fitted-bun.
"You look lovely mum." I complimented truthfully noticing the dark shade of red lipstick that covered her natural shade of lips.
"Thank you dear, shall I do your makeup for you?" She offered.
"No thank you, I don't want any makeup." I answered.
"Allie you can't go out for dinner without any makeup on what would people think of you?" My mother started to give me one of her lectures.
"I don't care what people think of me, they can say and think what they like about me. I don't care." I stated.
"Allie at least let me put some mascara on for you." My mother insisted.
I eventually gave up sitting down on the bed in defeat only for my mum to fiddle around in her small makeup bag and take the black mascara out.
"Look up honey." She instructed.
I looked up towards the ceiling doing my best not to blink my eyes, as my mum started to put some mascara on to my eyelashes before going to my left eyelashes.
After she had finished doing my eyelashes, I allowed her to put some of her red lipstick on to my lips. I thanked her before I watched her leave the room.
After I had finished getting ready I heard my mother telling me to come down. I sighed I really didn't want to go out for dinner.
I walked out of my bedroom and made my way downstairs and made my way into the kitchen only to see my parents at the back door.
My father stood at the back door holding it open for me. I walked out thanking him before getting into his car and getting into one of the back seats.
The drive was long and boring to be honest due to the fact that there was nothing to talk about.
It felt like hours, the journey I mean but sadly we had only been in the car for half an hour. When we had finally arrived in the car park we departed from the car and wandered around in the streets until we noticed a restaurant with big flashy lights and big bold letter words saying 'Welcome to Charlie's Restaurant' or something like that. In all honesty I wasn't really paying any real attention to the letters since my mind wasn't on the letters.
I was more focused on whom I would be having dinner with.
We entered the restaurant and it was pretty busy with many people waiting in their seats some couples chatting away to one another while waiting on their meal, some eating their dinner on their own and some just having drinks with one another.
We didn't have to wait very long for one of the waiters to come up to us and greet us.
"Welcome, may I help you with anything?" The waiter asked. He was attired in a white short-sleeved shirt with red stripes on it; he also had his own name badge on his shirt that had his name on it.
Jackson was his name: he had light chestnut brown hair, emerald light green eyes: and pale skin. He was also quite lean and stood at the height of six ft one.
"Yes we have a table booked under the name Thompson." My father explained.
I watched Jackson walk over towards a desk that had a large book with all of the bookings that had been made for tonight I assumed. He didn't take very long to grab menus for us and showed us to our table.
When we arrived at our table there was already three men, one elderly man possibly in his mid fifties was sitting in the middle with two men that looked as if they were both in their early twenties.
I sat down first near to one of the glass windows, I watched my mum sit down beside me and my father followed afterwards sitting down beside her.
"Well is this your daughter?" The mid aged man asked. He was attired in a black jacket, a white long-sleeved shirt with gold cufflinks, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of black shoes. His hair was white, and his face was pale covered in winkles and long lines at the sides of his nose.
He must be a smoker I thought.
I took a look at the younger man that was sitting at the left-hand side, he had dirty blonde short hair, light blue eyes, pale skin and he must've been about six ft one. He wore a navy blue jacket, a white-long sleeved shirt, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black shoes.
As for the other man that was sitting beside the elderly man on the right- hand side, he had light blonde hair, hazel light brown eyes, pale creamy skin, and he stood at the height of six ft five. He wore a black suit, a white long-sleeved shirt with silver cufflinks, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black shoes. I had a feeling though as if he was very muscular, because underneath his shirt, I was pretty sure I could see a six pack or an eight pack since it was quite visible through his shirt.
It wasn't long until I noticed a large grin appearing on his red luminous lips, I found myself blushing since he had clearly noticed me staring at him in awe.
I shook my head, really why did I have to stare at him? There was nothing special about him.
"Yes this is our daughter Allie, Mr Thompson." My father's words brought me out of my trance.
"How old are you child?" He asked me.
Child! I am seventeen years old. I am a teenager not a child. Do you not know the difference?
I thought but knew better than to say that.
"I am seventeen years old sir." I answered politely trying my best not to grit my teeth.
"When will you be eighteen?" He questioned me.
"I will be eighteen next month." I stated.
Before he was about to speak again, I decided to beat him to it.
"Sir sorry but which one of your sons is called Aidan?" I questioned him.
I almost regretted it because Mr Thompson soon made his fist show at the table. But instead of banging the table he growled out quietly.
"I will be the one to ask the questions, not you feline." He replied.
"May I introduce my son Aidan?" He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder the one that was sitting beside him on the left-hand side of him.
He wore a grin on his face before I heard him speaking to me.
"Oh someone doesn't look very happy." He teased me.
"Oh someone doesn't look as if they are getting enough attention I flirted slightly.
"Allie quit your flirting." My father warned me.
"Who is this handsome young man on your right?" My mother asked Mr Thompson.
"Oh don't worry about him; he's my bastard servant Damian." He patted Damian's shoulder.
I cannot believe the words that I am hearing; this man is so rude and arrogant. I do hope Damian isn't like him.
I noticed Damian folding his arms slightly and gazing out of one of the windows, who could blame him I would too if someone called me a bastard.
"Turn around and face the front boy!" Mr Thompson shouted.
Damian faced the front continuing to stare at me, why was he now staring at me? Did I have something on my face? I'm sure I didn't.
"I love your dress, you look lovely in it." Aidan decided to compliment me.
"Thank you." I thanked him.
"Want me to un-zip it for you?" He winked. Great he was teasing me again.
This night keeps getting better and better. Sarcasm, this night is the worse night ever.
"Maybe you could stop being such a show off" I continued flirting slightly.
"Maybe I would love to be a show off." He flirted.
"That's not appropriate, you can't say that to her." Damian barked out furiously.
Okay what is his problem? I do know how to defend myself so why is he getting annoyed at this when it wasn't pointed at him?
But then again I had to admit, he did have a point. It wasn't appropriate especially when we are in a public place. But I really didn't care what was appropriate and what wasn't. But then again I was seventeen so what could you expect?
"Oh really now are you jealous?" Aidan teased.
"You can't say that to me!" Damian growled out. Okay somebody is in a very bad mood.
"Oh somebody is on their period." Aidan joked.
"Shut up! Aidan play nicely and you bastard shut the fuck up!" Mr Thompson said before I got to witness him slapping Damian across the face.
I watched Damian rub his sore cheek that had turned red from the hard slap. I couldn't help but feel angry at the fact that he had received a slap from Mr Thompson. What sort of father was he? No parent should ever hit their children no matter what age they are. Not to mention in front of guests! But then again Damian was a servant. But for some odd reason, I felt as if Mr Thompson had lied to my mother because if Damian was really a servant then why was he here? Why had he dressed up so smartly? But then again I have no proof to say Damian was related to Aidan, perhaps they weren't perhaps he was just a servant. I didn't know.
"Now let's get down to business." Mr Thompson announced.
"Yes of course." My father agreed.
"Now I would like it if the wedding would take place in three weeks time." He exclaimed.
"With all due respect Mr Thompson we would like to be able to celebrate our daughter's birthday next month. Would it not be possible to postpone the wedding until after her eighteenth birthday?" My mother explained.
"Insolence Mr Jenkins you would do well to teach your wife to hold her tongue in another man's presence." Mr Thompson exclaimed.
"Please dear, please let me handle this." I heard my father ask my mother politely.
"Now as I was saying, I have changed my mind now it will be two weeks time that the wedding will take place." My eyes widened at that. Two weeks no way!
"Very well, two weeks is good enough for us and Allie." My father pissed me off at that stage.
"Has everyone forgotten that I am listening to this conversation and I have not had a saying in it? Or am I all of a sudden invisible and no longer existing here." I folded my arms unimpressed with everyone at this table.
"Allie you cannot say that." I heard Damian speaking again.
"Gee all of a sudden I have a new brother to tell me what I can and cannot say." I said sarcastically.
"Mind your attitude Allie." He told me off again.
"Hmm very good Damian, you certainly know how to handle this feline." He patted Damian on the shoulder.
"The name is Allie, not feline." I gritted my teeth.
"So what films do you like?" Aidan decided to try and ease the tension.
"All sorts apart from scary movies." I replied.
"Oh it is a scary movie, I'm afraid." He decided to say in one of those silly voices just to tease me again.
Honestly if I didn't know any better I would say he was doing this deliberately just to annoy me. I wish I could put a bucket over his head just to get him to stop teasing me. As for Damian I didn't know why he was continuing to look at me, did he have some sort of staring problem? I had to admit though, he was nice looking, actually very nice looking. His light hazel brown eyes were enhancing I couldn't explain why though.
He continued to smile showing off his pearly white teeth. In fact they were so white I could almost say that they looked as if he had bleached them. But then again I don't know if he does or not.
"So what kind of music do you like? Allie?" Aidan questioned me making me break all contact with Damian.
"All kinds except artists like Lady Gaga and shit like that." I said.
"Don't swear!" Aidan told me off this time.
"I can swear if I want to." I commented back.
"Allie you can't say that." Damian growled out.
"I agree with Damian you can't swear. After all Allie we did not bring you up to be rude." My mother reminded me.
"Can we please get back to the subject?" Mr Thompson butted in.
"Of course we can. Mr Thompson." My father sounded guilty.
"Now I would like it if the wedding would be held in the church near to where my home is." He exclaimed.
"And who will I be marrying?" I said frustrated with this conversation.
"You'll find out next week." He stated.
"I would prefer to be told now." I stated.
"You will find out next week." He demanded.
"What day?" I wanted to know.
"Friday, you will find out." He gritted out his teeth.
I disliked this man with a passion, on one hand Aidan was grinning at me, and then on the other hand Damian was staring at me with a bigger grin on his face. Seriously why do both of these men have to be so strange and yet so handsome? Aidan was sociable but there was something about Damian that I couldn't put my finger on.
Why was he staring at me with a huge grin on his face? Why was he rude towards me? But not in the same way as Mr Thompson was.
Was he really a servant? Something told me differently but I didn't know. He was very handsome though, in fact he was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen in my seventeen years of being alive.
"Why not today?" I asked.
"Allie: that is none of your business." Damian responded.
He was really pissing me off; in fact all three men were annoying me. I couldn't ask this, I couldn't ask that. Honestly it was as if I was in school and I had to act all grown up. This was awful. Thank goodness Damian wasn't related to me. Whoever I am to be married to, I hope it is not either one of these men especially Damian even if he is a gorgeous looking man.
I couldn't possibly like Damian. I mean fair enough both men are really handsome but to like them as in 'like, like' would just be wrong. There would be no way that I would be getting married to either one of them.
"I want to know now who I am getting married to." I banged my fists on the table.
"Allie where are your manners?" My mother shouted at me.
"Oh for fuck sake, shut up! You will find out soon." Mr Thompson shouted.
"I want to know now." I demanded.
"Shut up!" Mr Thompson banged his fists on the table this time.
"Hi there may I take your order?" A girl came over.
"My diet is ruined." My mother said out of the blue.
I was soon elbowed on my arm by my father; he did that when he was in a bad mood or when he was angry with me.
I made a face towards my dad before turning around only to see Damian rolling his eyes up at me. What is his problem now?
I cursed silently underneath my breath; I turned to face the waitress that had come over. She looked really pretty in my opinion; she had long red auburn hair tied back in a large ponytail, light emerald green eyes and pale skin. She stood at the height of five ft six. She wore nothing special, just her uniform. Her uniform actually looked nice. She wore a white- short sleeved buttoned up dress that rested at her knees. She also wore an orange apron, and had a name badge on her dress with her name on it.
Carissa was her name.
"Yes may I have a tiger beer? Please." I heard Aidan order.
"Sure: and you madam?" She asked me slightly blushing in the process.
"Am I'll have an apple juice? Please." I responded.
She smiled writing down the order before turning to Damian, only to blush even more when she made eye contact with him. Someone definitely has a crush on this male. I thought doing my best not to chuckle at my little conclusion.
"Hmm, I'll have an apple juice too." He said grinning cheekily.
He's such a copycat why couldn't he have ordered something different? How old is he anyway?
I shook the thought off from my mind, I didn't care how old he was, and he looked about twenty or twenty two even.
As if reading my mind, he started to rest his chin on one of his hands, before speaking to me again.
"Do you like apple juice?" Such: a random question. I thought
"Yes I like apple juice, do you?" I questioned him.
"I love apple juice." He answered truthfully.
When our drinks had finally arrived after five minutes of waiting, we ordered our food. But unlike some restaurants that are very good with the service, we ended up waiting for forty five minutes and still our food had not arrived yet.
"I wish they would hurry up with my god damn meal! My staff at home: are better than these brats of rats." Mr Thompson started to complain again.
"I'm sure it will be here soon." I said.
"Nobody told you to speak feline." He still continued to call me that.
"Mr Thompson, my name is Allie." I told him.
"Shut up!" He scolded at me.
I stayed silent why did I have to be here? I sighed before seeing Mr Thompson march over towards one of the waiters.
I was actually surprised that none of the waiters or waitresses had come over to keep it down or to ask us to leave due to all of the commotion that had been happening at our table.
Eventually all of us ended up leaving due to the fact that we didn't get any dinner. Perhaps it was because most of the waiters and waitresses were scared to come over. If that was the reason, then I couldn't really blame them but I was hungry.
As we left the restaurant I couldn't help but ask Mr Thompson one more time the question that needed answering.
"Please tell me who I will be marrying." I pleaded.
"This is the last time I am going to be saying this, you will find out next week." He barked.
I watched him leave with Aidan. But it wasn't long until I felt a hand pinching my neck; I turned around only to see Damian walk off.
"What was that for?" I questioned
He didn't answer; all he did was turn around to give me a cheeky grin.
For some odd reason, his hand had left a tingly feeling in my neck; it was as if he was trying to tell me something.
For all I knew, he could've been the man that I was supposed to marry. But who knows, I'm seventeen years old, far too young to be getting married.
But then again as I decided to stroke my neck I couldn't help but notice that it was warm, Damian must have really warm hands.
I couldn't help but smile faintly at that thought. I still couldn't help but wonder who I was going to marry. And what had started off to be the worst night of my life had turned into a night of curiosity, this was after all our first meeting and what could I say? This had been a meeting that I would never forget.