Chapter 5:
I was awoken to Stephanie the next morning. "Liz, I know you don't want to get up, but you have to. You future husband will be here in an hour. You mother wants you to be ready then."
"Thanks Steph, I will be ready." and with that, I got up and got ready.
After an hour of doing my hair to be presentable, and putting on make-up to perfection, I was ready. I had to make sure that I had on a genuine smile. The fake/genuine smile that I have perfected over the years. I heard the doorbell ring, but waited for my mother to get me. When my mother opened my door, I was seated on my bed.
"You better be ready... you look tired, when did you get home?"
"Oh, around 3." I said as I started to stand.
"In the morning? This is a very important day for your father, and you better not ruin it."
"Important for my father? This tells me who I am going to marry. This is important to me." I replied with force, and maybe alittle to much volume. I didn't care if people in china heard me, I was not going to take this lying down. I was going to fight with my parents. They are ruining my future. But that would have to wait. We were suppose to be downstairs. "But I am going to put on a fake smile, and act like the women you raised me to be. So, if you would please excuse me, I am going downstairs." and with that, I left my room, and descended down the stairs.
When I reached the living room, I froze. My father was sitting in a chair to the left of the room, and on the sofa to the right must of been the family that I was soon going to be associated with. There was a mid-forties women closest to me, and a mid-fifties man next to her. Then next to the man I guessed was his father... was Max. Max Evans was going to be my future husband. Was I dreaming? I know I felt way to exhausted to still be asleep. I couldn't suppress my smile. He was talking to my father when I entered, and when he saw me, he stopped mid-sentence and stood.
We locked eyes, and I couldn't believe this was real. My worst nightmare turned into my greatest dream in 2 seconds flat. When my father realized I was standing there, he stood and introduced me. I had to shake hands with Mr. and Mrs. Evans. After the 'Hello' was out of the way, I shook Max's hand. I was still waiting for someone to wake me up, I was afraid I was dreaming. Then I noticed he was wearing the pink shirt. Oh, sorry, the salmon shirt. The one I wore a few hours ago. To think that he would be wearing the shirt I wore to meet his future wife, that must mean he feels something towards me. We let our hands fall.
"Max." I said, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Liz." he replied.
I had to sit down before I fell. I took the seat next to my dad. My mother walked in then and stood behind us.
"Well, since we got the introductions out of the way, I think we should head to the club." my father said to everyone. The Evans agreed.
"Excuse me, but we all won't fit in one car, so how about I drive Liz in mine, and the parents can take another car. That will give us a chance to get to know one another. Isn't that a good idea?" Max asked, mostly my father, but directed it to everyone. I smiled because that was another sweet gesture he springs on me. My father agreed, and we left the living room.
It was warm enough that no coat was needed. Everyone left out of the front door, and I saw Max's Mustang in the driveway with the Evan's car behind his. The parents decided to ride in the Evans car, and Max opened the passenger door for me to enter. When everyone was in the car, Max lead everyone out of the drive way. When we reached to road I said"Did you have any idea that we were the ones that were getting set up together?"
"I had no idea. My parents didn't even tell me the last name of my future bride, so this was a complete shock. I didn't even know you had money like me. But I am so glad that is was you, and not some stuck up rich girl that is using her daddies money." he said, and leaned over to give me a quick kiss.
"Yeah, I am glad also. I was totally dreading this. But now that I know it is you. It makes it so much better." I kept thinking that I was the luckiest girl alive. To get what I wanted given to me with my parents approval attached to it.
We arrived at the club a few minutes after, and max opened my door like always, and helped me out. We all walked in together, and were seated immediately. That is one of the perks of being rich and powerful. There was mindless business talk between Mr. Evans, and my father. Max listened occasionally, but we basically talked to each other. The mothers were talking about women things.
When the food arrived the conversation was slowed a little, but my father kept talking about the companies merging, with the joined money. My father wanted to be the most powerful man in Atlanta, and with the merging of the Evans, and Parker family, that would make us the most powerful family. When everyone finished there meals, we started to get up to leave. The driving arrangements were the same back to my house. The whole ride, I held Max's hand. I like the sense of closeness to him.
We entered the house, the men went into the office, the women went into the craft room, and Max and I went to my room. My room is the only room in the house that is only for me. It is a place that I go to get away from all of the craziness of my family. When we entered my room the first thing that came out of Max's mouth was "Wow, this really looks like a girls room. With all of the pink, and white."
"Yeah, well, I am a girl, so I like it." I said with a smile. I closed the door, and locked it.
I didn't want my mother to walk in on us making out. I then walked over to Max, and kissed him. He deepened the kiss be slipping his tongue in my mouth. I pressed my body onto his, and I could tell he wanted to go further. But I knew we couldn't, not is my parents house with them right downstairs. I ran my hands over his shoulders to rest on his neck. He held me close to him, with his hands on my back. He moved his hands lower to my butt, and started to lift me up. I lifted my legs around him, and he walked over to my bed. He then placed me on it, all while we were still kissing. This man has talent. I leaned back on the bed, and he copied. Before I knew what was happening We were completely on my bed, and he was on top of me. I loved this feeling, but I couldn't let this get to out of control.
"Wait..." I had to catch my breath. "You know we can't go all the way, now. Our parents are downstairs. We could be interrupted at any moment. And once I get started, I hate to be stopped." I said breathlessly and he chuckled.
"Yeah, I don't like to be stopped either. But I can't keep my hands off of you."
"I know, we can still make-out, but not let it go any further." I said before I kissed him again.
We made out for about 10 minuets until there was a knock at the door. It was my mother.
"Liz are you in there. Why is the door closed?" my mother said from outside in the hall way.
I pulled away from Max, and he rolled off of me. He didn't look happy to be interrupted, and I knew how he was feeling.
He mumbled "Because I was planning on having sex with your daughter."
I was shocked that he said that, and mouthed "Shut Up." I looked into the mirror to make sure my make-up wasn't smudged around my mouth, and walked toward the door. I just happened to look at my bed, to see that Max was still on it. I motioned him to get off, and he obliged.
I opened the door to my mother, and Max's mother. They entered my room, and looked around. They couldn't see anything wrong with the picture, so my mother just asked "What were you guys doing?"
"Oh, nothing, just talking, getting to know one another." I said, to try to hide the fact that we were making-out. My mirror on my wall to my left had me in it. I glanced at it, and saw a huge hickey on my neck. Max must of caused that one. I almost freaked out, because I couldn't let my mother see it. I moved my hand to cover it. I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.
"I need to use the restroom, please excuse me." I said while turning and walking to the bathroom with my hand on my neck. I acted like I was scratching it, so my mother wouldn't be suspicious. I think Max noticed because he quietly chuckled while I entered the bathroom.
When I exited, my mother, and Max's mother were gone, and I was glad. I put make-up over the hickey to hide it. Max was laying on my bed again, looking at me.
"So, did they have a reason for interrupting us, or was it just to make us mad?" I asked Max.
"They said that we were leaving in an hour. And that would give me just enough time to get home, and get some sleep. You wore me out last night, and I didn't get much sleep."
I could tell that he was tired. So, was I. He patted the bed next to him, and I walked over and laid down with him. I rested my head on his shoulder, laid my left leg over his right, and placed my hand on his chest. We laid there for a few minuets, and I slowly fell asleep.
