My eyes filled with joy as I saw my mother with her new husband. She had spent her whole time with me, making me feel loved and not feel the absence of my father, who left us for his mistress. My mother didn't want to get married again because she was broken, shattered into pieces by my father but I convinced her, I convinced her to just let go of the past and find someone else who loves her, wants her, will be with her for the eternity, not someone like my father, who didn't care her or about me. And she did, she found love in her own boss who is such a nice person and after dating for almost an year, now they are getting married and I am so happy for both of them, especially my mother. I am so proud of her. For the very first time, after father left, I could see that shine in her eyes and that glow on her face, after almost two years.
Mother was looking at me from a distance and smiling as my step father met our relatives. I waved at her and smiled back. She then looked away and greeted others who attended the wedding. I sat on the bench, away from everyone, I need to be alone for sometime. I sighed thinking about my father. He loved me, he loved me very much and he even loved mother so much, I never saw her with any mistress that mother claims, took him away from us. I don't know, where, from all of a sudden, this mistress entered. I might be called stupid for this but I still love my father alot and think of him as a hero, my hero. I searched for every memory of his in my brain. The time we spent together and everything.
My father was no big business like my step father, he was a teacher, a good teacher. Although, we weren't rich but the money he earned was more than enough for our small family and we were all so happy. He used to get me something every evening, every evening he returned from work, his pockets would be full of chocolates for me and roses for my mother. We were a lovely family, a very beautiful family. That's why I am confused, where this mistress came from all of a sudden, dad was always busy with work but somehow managed to make time for me and mom so I can't figure out from where would he get time for the other lady. This whole story is insane and whenever I ask mother about it, she gets upset and starts yelling at me. I miss dad, alot. it's been almost two years since I last met him, I want to meet him so bad but I don't know if he wants to. I sighed and pulled myself out of those depressing thoughts.
The new presence beside me surprised me a little. On my right side sat an absolutely stunning, model like looking young guy, I wouldn't be wrong if I said he's same age as me. His hair were jet black and his neck had a small tattoo of a small rose with thorns. He wasn't looking at me. I might've looked like a creep but I was observing his activities very well. Not to forget, he smelled expensive and spicy.
This Greek god looking guy pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and a lighter. I frowned as he lit up his cigrette and put the cancer stick in between his lips, inhaling and letting out a puff of smoke. I felt disgusted. "Excuse me!? Can you go and smoke somewhere else?" I waved my hand infront of my face, trying to give him a signal that I hate it.
He rose a brow and looked at me "Do you own this place?" His voice deep as hell and it felt like as if velvet laced it. He was perfect, look wise, voice and his eyes, beautiful greyish black eyes. But what made him ugly was this attitude of his and his smoking ofcourse. "No I don't but hopefully you know that smoking makes a lot of people uncomfortable and I am one of them! Also, do you own this place?" I tried to bash him.
He smirked, showing his pearly whites a little, an open mouthed smirk. His teeth, perfect aswell but again his attitude sucked. "Last time I checked this venue is owned by my father and-" He blew smoke on my face and i cringed "I wasn't born to make people feel comfortable, not my responsibility" and then he looked at the front and smoked.
"And last time I checked, this is my mother's wedding so maybe you can not ruin this special day?" His turned to me suddenly and frowned "You are HER daughter?" I don't know why but I could see anger flash in his eyes but something told me he was controlling himself from saying something weird. "Yeah I am" He rose a brow and nodded his head, led his hand out for me to shake "I am one of your step brothers" He said. I suddenly remembered that my step father has four sons. I was shocked. I didn't expect one of them to look this hot. "I ...I am so sorry for misbehaving!" I felt ashamed for behaving like that.
"Hm it's okay, I apologise for making you uncomfortable too" and with that he stood up and walked away. His intimidating presence was gone but his cologne lingered in the area where I was sitting. If he is this hot, I wonder how his other brothers must be. Guess it's going to be hard to be in that house. Well anyway, we'll manage.