Martha's POV:
I can't believe he kicked me out, my reputation is ruined
I walked out of Gérard's place crushed, when a guy approached me, I didn't get a clear view of him because of how dark it was
-hey there gorgeous lady. He said flirtatiously
-leave me alone. I whined
As he got closer, his silhouette cleared and he turned out to be a gorgeous cookie, he was so nicely built, blond, tall, light beard, hazel eyes that complimented his skin color dressed in just jeans and a t-shirt and a denim jacket that emphasized his entire toned body
-a beautiful lady like you, should not be crying, I'd do anything to make you smile baby. He said with confidence
I coughed - who the hell are you?! I asked still in tears
He got closer to me, whipped a tear and looked at me deep in the eyes
-why would a gorgeous lady like you wander the streets alone in the dark, it's dangerous baby.
-what are you, my guardian angel or something?
-I can be if you give me the chance. He said leaning down to kiss my hand
I blushed not knowing what to say
-cat got your tongue. He asked amused, why don't you let me take you out for dinner and you can tell me what's troubling that pretty little head of yours. he added giving me his hand
"he's so charming, how can anyone say no to that"
I stretched out my hand as I didn't know what to do and he held it very gently and lead me to his car, he had a very fancy dark blue Mustang, "who is this guy? he must be new to this town I've never seen him around"
-you don't expect me to get in your car the first time I meet you, how can I confirm you're not a serial killer or a sociopath. I asked as I stopped dead in my tracks
-come on, you don't actually believe that a handsome guy like me can be a sociopath, even less a serial killer. He responded giving me a sensual smile.
My feet were killing me and was already drained by all the emotions I've been through today, I just gave in
We approached his car and he opened the door for me
-my lady. He held my hand and helped me in then walked to the driver seat
I watched him confused he had very royal manners or it's part of his playboy personality to lure girls
-I'm sorry who are you again? I asked getting a glance at him as he got in
-excuse my manners I don't believe I've introduced myself properly, my name is theodore James, and I you can call me Theo or James whatever works for you hon.
-I'm Martha, Martha Hunt. I shook his hand then he kissed it, I blushed
-do you treat all the girls you meet like this? I asked
-only gorgeous ones.
Gérard's POV
-I'm so sorry guys, I've never seen my mom behave like this, I hope she doesn't scare Shakira off. I prayed concerned
Vanessa then let out a laugh -don't you worry, she has her way with people, I'm sure she can manage. Reassured Vanessa
-Yeah man, don't worry about her. Said Zack
I felt a huge relief hearing that, I didn't want to lose her already because of how reckless my mother can be
- are you sure? my mom has no boundaries. I insisted
-Nah she'll be alright. assured Vanessa, not to intrude but what do you do for a living? she asked
-well I'm a law student and I'm training to become a professional football player and I do some home decorations every now and then, if I need some extra money and for some fun of course
-and you excel at it very well. she complimented looking around amazed
- well it started off like just a hobby, like at family gatherings and when I get invited to friends' houses for Christmas or any other event, I would help out with the decorations and sets ups and stuff, I get admirers who sometimes ask me for a favor in exchange for some bucks, you know to decorate their house with them or help set a romantic date atmosphere, I sometimes agree and it went from there. I explained while I lead them to the bar, may I offer you a drink? I waved to the bartender to come
-oh that's so sweet of you. Said Vanessa
-what would it be malady? I courtesied
-I'll have a pina colada please, she replied taking her white blazer off and putting it on the top of the chair, sitting down, adjusting her dress, and crossed her legs
I didn't even notice what she was wearing given the fact that my main focus was on Shakira, she was rocking a high neck, bare shoulders mini black dress, her hair was in a bun with a peach color hair clip in the shape of a flower with some chunks of hairs twinkling down her shoulders, and peach color high platform sandals showing off her orange nail polish put into perfection, and a white ruby necklace that complimented her neck, she was so radiant and glowy when she looked at Zack, and so was he, they must be very into each other
-I'll have some vodka, said Zack sitting next to Vanessa
-two vodkas and a pina colada for the lady. I ordered
-right away sir. agreed the bartender then walked away to make the drinks
I sat next to them and looked around to spot Shakira but she was nowhere to be found, I started getting worried
-so why didn't you seek a professional opinion. said Vanessa snapping me out of my thoughts
I stammered - huh?
- maybe make a career out of this talent of yours
-oh I just have been so busy with my studies and soccer and all the charities and fundraising operations of my dad's companies, you know all the responsibilities that come from being a vice president's son, keeping up appearances and all, I didn't really find time for myself. I kept on rambling still worried about Shakira and not thinking straightly
Vanessa gave me an amused look and didn't stop smiling
- would you excuse me for a minute? I gotta check on Shakira real quick. I excused myself
-sure. she replied laughing
I rushed to Sergio and asked him to take care of our special guests and went to look for her very flustered, worst-case scenario, my mom will offend her and she'll run away crying, oh my god! my head was spinning looking everywhere, that's when I spotted them from afar, she looked sad and my mom was frowning, my jaw dropped, I had a massive knot in my stomach, I rushed to them trying so hard to hide my panic
-there you are I looked everywhere for you.
- I'm sorry Gerard I... I, I need to go home, I'm... Very tired. She pushed past me
My stomach dropped, I knew this was going to happen, I shouldn't have let her alone, I was drowning in guilt
-oh no, are you okay? Mom, what did you do? Please wait. I pleaded looking back at mom then back at her then held her hand
-I didn't do anything. Replied my mom, I was just forward with her, honestly Gérard, you have always had terrible taste in friends, you should stop being irresponsible, and actually choose decent ones. She said firmly
Shakira, escaped my grip looking back at her very hurt, and rushed away
-this is humiliating I wish I never agreed to come to this party.
I froze then looked at my mom angrily
-why would you do that to her? that's so cliché even for you.
I stomped away angrily and tried to keep up with Shakira, I looked all over for her then I figured she'd be at the bar, I then found her
-I am so sorry, I didn't get the chance to warn you about my mother, she's pretty forward but she means well, I hope you don't hate her or me. I apologized she didn't say a word I felt so bad
-I don't want you to leave I'm sure we can sort this out... She still didn't answer and didn't even look at me in the eyes
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