Chapter 20
When I let Amara go and, like a pussy told her that she deserved to be formally mine for us to go the next step, my blue balls and painfully hard dick were cursing me for suddenly being a gentleman at the wrong fucking Time; but I knew I wanted Amara and she deserved better than to be finger fucked pinned to a wall in a dark alley...I was so proud that she was on my Arm when we walked in;
I could feel My mother and Sami's gaze on me when I walked along with Nat and her family. If looks could kill, I'd be dead 6 times over. I was waiting for them to initiate the" talk" with me; I almost forgot about it until my mother walked next to us on the blackjack table and asked me to talk to my father, and she raised an eyebrow challenging me to defy her; I kissed Amara on the cheek telling her I'll be right back as a sign of open rebellion and walked away with my mother to her suite where dad and Sami were waiting,
Maybe even the shahs were there too.
" Dad, she graduated top of her class from Yale, and by the looks of her lifestyle, she is doing pretty good for herself, who knows in the years to come, she might make it bigger than Armana and me combined," I fumed at me parents who were telling me to have fun with Amara and marry Nat.
My mother didn't like it; she wanted to flaunt a daughter-in-law in her social circle, and Amara wasn't it. My more sensible father said," You are right, but Natasha is your ticket to the Dillon family, as her father is on the board of directors of their Pharmaceutical company. Isn't joining them your dream?". He was right, but I was willing to give it up for Amara, was I really?.. "I'll find another way." Marrying her isn't the end of the world.
Would you rather I be happy in my marriage or be successful and miserable"? I asked;
I knew the answer they would choose misery if it meant a better social status. Announce my engagement to Amara; I don't want to discuss this further...
My mother was fake crying and heaving with disappointment; my sister was gauging the situation but seeing how she's my mother's mini version...She despised Amara too.
It didn't help that Sami was engaged to Nat's cousin, and we might face some pushback, But Sami and her fiance are simping for each other; they even choreographed a couples dance performance for Arman and Eva's sangeet night, which was the day after tomorrow.
I walked back towards Amara to give her the news and take her ring shopping, too; I spotted her in the parking lot, next to all the golf carts waiting to be ushered back to her room; then, I spotted Arman next to her. I was about to talk to them when my phone beeped; I looked down at it and saw a text message from Nat.." Urgent, meet me in my suite." for fuck's sake, doesn't she know when to give up.
Hope it's not a failed attempt to seduce me for a mediocre fuck and getting engaged to her. I cast one look at Amara, who is joyfully giddy at a red box Arman holds in his hand. I frown at this feeling; Is it Jealousy?
I instinctively call Armaan, don't know why...Amara left her phone in her Room; something about not wanting to hold it all night and her fitted gown not having pockets. The gown was gorgeous and hugged her like a second skin.
Arman's phone kept ringing and went straight to voicemail. Looking at his body language, I could see he didn't even realize the phone was ringing and went to voicemail shortly after. He had no intention of answering the phone like he didn't have a phone.
"Amara is a good girl; she would never betray her Friend or me by messing with Eva's soon-to-be husband." With these thoughts, I head to Nat's suite...I enter and spot my mother and sister, Eva and her mother with her Bodyguard, and Nat's mother along with Nat in her gaudy, shiny gold gown and overly bronzed skin. What the actual fuck is going on.