"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met" His piercing grey eyes held mine at attention.
I looked away too shy to keep eye contact with those mesmerizing eyes.
I wish I wasn't wasted. Way to go Viola.
I had too much to drink and at this point, I didn't know if this was a dream or real life but I sure didn't care because I got to stare at this hunk of man in front of me.
He caresses my cheeks while trying to meet my eyes again. My cheeks flared up, which made him smile.
He was so beautiful he almost seemed unreal.
As I smiled sheepishly at the beautiful face in front of me.
Next thing i could remember was his juicy pink lips interlocking with mine, taking my breath away.
He was such a good kisser.
He deepens the kiss even more which made me moan.
He took it as an opportunity to evade my mouth.
I could feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
This felt so good.
He cups one of my boob gently squeezing on my nipple.
He stops the kiss and stares deep into my eyes.
It was almost as if I was in a trance.
"Who is this man and why is he trying to steal my soul" I thought to myself.
But my fantasy was short-lived as everything started to spin all of a sudden and I couldn't focus on the grey-eyed man in front of me.
"Beep Beep Beep"
I heard the sound of my alarm coming from the left side of my bed. At first, I wanted to ignore it because I didn't want to lose sight of the beautiful man in front of me but it kept getting louder with each passing second.
"For the love of God," I muttered under my breath before reaching for my alarm clock and turning it off.
I fell back on my bed. Now staring at my ceiling.
"It was just a dream"
I stayed in the same spot trying to fall back asleep and go back to my Prince Charming but all my efforts were to no avail.
Frustrated, I got up and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I almost jumped at my reflection after turning on the bathroom light.
My caramel blonde hair was a total mess.
I knew I should have put on a bonnet. Mentally facepalming myself.
I spent 30 minutes detangling my long curly hair before I finally brushed my teeth and headed back into my room.
I quickly made my bed and opened up the big ass windows in my room.
To be honest I don't know what the architect was thinking when he was putting up these windows.
It was summer time so the weather was sunny and bright all day long.
I went downstairs straight to the kitchen because I was starving.
"Viola hunny, is that you?" My mum said hearing my footsteps going down the stairs.
"Good morning mummy" I greeted her while I went a bit closer to see what was cooking.
I missed my mum. She's my best friend and literally an older sister I never asked for. We talk about everything and when I say everything, I mean everything.
Yes everything.
Being an only child had its perks and all, and the closeness I had with my mum was one of them. Being away from her was the hardest part about going to college.
We talked every single day while I was away. Always called and updated me about her and Dad's shenanigans. My parents were so cute.
It's cringe for me but I have to admit, they are the cutest.
Even after being married for over 35 years they still act like love-struck Teens.
My dad is into the corporate world so he's never really home most of the time. Always on business trips and all, But his money was always here when he wasn't.
Hehehe.
I would say me and my dad had a pretty good relationship too. I mean I'm his princess and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
I know people ask, isn't it lonely being an only child but if I'm being honest I love how things are with my parents and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
I adore my parents so much. They do all they can to make sure all my needs are tended and provided for. I've been spoiled all 20 years of my life and I love love love it.
Yes, I'm selfish with the love and attention. Don't judge.
"I'm making some pancakes and scrambled eggs, isn't it obvious" she said showing me the bowl of pancake batter she had in her hand and signaling to the bowl of eggs on the kitchen counter.
"I need some help, Viola, You wouldn't let your weak old mother do all the cooking now would you?" she said giving me puppy dog eyes.
This woman is all so dramatic.
"If someone hears you, they'll think you're in your 80's," I said sticking my tongue out to her
She laughs while giving me the bowl of pancake batter.
"I shouldn't have to beg my one and only sweet and precious daughter to help her own mother out in the kitchen now do I," she said while grabbing a chair from around the island and placing it in the middle of the kitchen to sit.
"So you're love bombing me too, it be your own family," I said sarcastically while putting some batter on the frying pan.
We both laughed as I finished up the pancakes, while she handled the eggs.
Setting up the table for breakfast, Dad comes downstairs.
"Hi Princess," he said kissing me on the cheek as he walked past me to the kitchen.
"Hi, Daddy" grinning at him. pulling him for a quick hug. He smiled as he embraced me back.
"Hello love of my life," he said while grabbing my mother's waist and kissing her on the cheek and forehead.
"Get a room guy, gosh," I said dramatically while trying to close my eyes.
Mum chuckles "Jealous much" sticking her tongue at me "Don't worry hunny, one day you'll find a man as good as mine. It might be sooner than you think" She grinned at her last statement.
"Unless God himself comes down to earth and hand-picks this so-called "man" I'm not interested," I said while continuing to set up the table.
My mum always thinks I'll end up like her, having a fairytale love story like she and dad. But my love life was in jeopardy and I was already giving up.
We ate together once I was done setting up the table and it was so good. My mum was such a good cook. Another reason I missed her so much.
It wasn't like I couldn't cook, but my mum loved cooking so she was always ready to try out new recipes and guess who was there to taste all their yummy deliciousness.
You guessed it. Yours truly.
"Thank you mummy for this amazing breakfast, I've been home for a week and I just want to appreciate you for always cooking for me," I said while pretending to be emotional.
"Omg Viola stop, you're gonna make this lil old lady cry," Mum said while also pretending to be emotional.
"These women," my dad said, chuckling and shaking his head while reading his newspaper.
I was about to stand up and head to the kitchen with the dirty dishes when my dad's voice stopped me halfway.
"Oh sweetie, I forgot to tell you. We're having a family dinner today and we have important guests coming" he said his attention still on the newspaper he was reading.
"It's important you're home on time for the dinner, no funny business," he said giving me a side-eye.
I had a history of ditching family dinners with other guests because I'm not the social type.
I always hid in my room or made plans just so I wouldn't be home. I'm sorry I'm not interested in associating with other companies that came over to see my parents, especially when it's work-related.
I smiled knowing I couldn't get myself out of this one "Okay Daddy, I'll be at dinner".
"And," he said still giving me the side eye.
I said defeated " And I'll be on time".
"Good," he said with a grin while going back to his newspaper.
I got the dishes and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. I kissed my mum goodbye and headed back to my room.
I shut the door. Throwing myself on my bed, I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Tessa.
Tessa and I met in college on my first day. I was having a hard time locating my dorm and she offered to help, despite also being a newbie and we just stuck together after that.
"Hi, my baby" I texted smiling away at my phone.
"Ewwww go to hell" she replied as soon as my message got delivered.
That's my Tessa.
I chuckled "I know, I texted a bit late. I'm sorry sugar boo," I said trying to be all sweet.
"Keep your love and affection to yourself".
What can I say she loves me.
"I'll be over soon, Get ready because we're going shopping, Have a family dinner that my dad said is so important so I want to get a new outfit".
"Ouuu what's the occasion?" She asked curiosity in her voice.
"I have no idea, he just said it's important"
"You definitely can't get out of this one then"
"Nope, Dad will kill me if I miss it. I'll be over in 30, Be ready okay"
"Aye aye captain"
"Okay baby"
"Ewww"
I laughed out loud, Tessa can be a handful. Having a friend who doesn't like to be in touch with their emotions when you're a big emotional furball is a struggle.
With that, I took a quick shower and washed my hair because it was starting to get greasy.
After 20 minutes I was done. I looked over at my phone and saw the time.
Tessa definitely would kill me if I didn't hurry.
I threw on a crop top and joggers because I was running late and didn't have enough time to look for something else to wear.
I mean I would have gone for something more appealing but I was running out of time.
I put my hair in a messy bun and went easy on the accessories. Throwing on a bracelet and some dangling earrings.
Putting on some cologne and lipgloss, I gave myself one last glance before making my way downstairs.
"Hun, you should have told her during breakfast " I overheard my mum say as I walked past her room. She sounds upset. I wonder what this is about.
" We both know Viola, she wouldn't want to go through with it if I had told her," my dad said, trying to reason with my mum.
Why are they having a quiet conversation about me? Is this about dinner tonight? Is something wrong? Why does mummy sound sad?
My mind kept racing with questions
"It's for the good of the family, she'll understand," my dad said
Well, I wished I could stay longer to find out what this conversation was about but I was already running out of time and Tesaa was waiting for me.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the keys to my BMW M6, which my dad got me last month before my graduation.
Spoiled I know.
I yelled out to my mum and dad to let them know I was leaving and I went to the parking lot.
I got in and as I headed to Tessa's place, I couldn't help but wonder what my parents were talking about. I had a weird feeling about it and I didn't like it one bit.