Chapter 58
Blake's POV
As I cross the room to grab my tie, my phone beeps. It's a friend, not Kyrah.
*Where you at?*
I text back immediately.
*Home. I'll be heading out to Rosewood with my girl. I'll hit you up later*
Then he replys back.
*Cool*
I spray cologne all over myself, I need to impress Kyrah, I need to make her want me more than anything. So I make sure I look fancier and delicious just for her.
I can't wait to see her.
Carla helped me with my hair and it looks glossier than ever, with a tendril seductively hanging lose on my forehead. I straighten up my black tuxedo as I check the time on my Rolex. It's 7PM, my driver should have picked them up by now.
I want to make a grand entrance right after they have arrived. I was thinking of maybe the Orchestra playing a song for Kyrah or me walking in with a huge bouquet of red roses.
I shake my head at the thought. The things people do for love. One last look at myself in the mirror and I grab my wallet and phone. I bet I have out done Scott's outfit, I smirk at the thought just when Carla knocks on my bedroom door.
"Come in," I say.
"You look quite breathtaking." Her eyes go wide with surprise.
"Thank you," I say with a grin as I straighten out my tie.
"Well, I hate to spoil your moment of joy, but... Your parents are here... And Sabrina and her parents too." She swallows hard.
The pit of my stomach goes rock hard and the grin I had seconds ago, fades in milliseconds.
"Please do me a favor and let them know I am going out. I can't cancel my plans for tonight. I don't want to mess things up with Kyrah again, you know how important this is to me, how important she is!" I try to keep calm but my palms are already sweaty. Bloody hell!
I've been in such a great mood since morning, and all it took to change that was the mention of my parents' arrival.
"I'll try, but I'm not sure they'll be happy about it," Carla says. She always has this weird look on her face when my parents are around. Especially when my mom is around. She also calls me, 'Master Blake' when they're around and yet I told her not to. I hate how my mom treats her, like she's some begger or something.
I change my mind. "Wait, I'll do it myself, I don't want them yelling at you because of me," I say patting her shoulder then heading downstairs where I bump into my mother on the hallway.
She looks as fake as ever. Excess makeup, fake nails, very high heels and a posture she forces herself into these days. Then she speaks, her English accent very clear. That British accent that makes heads turn.
"Darling! I've been looking for you. Your father is here. In fact, we're having a cup of tea with the Johnson's. Would you like a cup of tea, darling?"
My phone beeps. A text from Kyrah.
*Can't wait to see you, babe. Xoxo*
Before I get the chance to text back or respond to my mom. She pulls me by my hand towards the living room.
"You sure look astounding. I am glad you do, Sabrina is here for your information," she chimes and I stop, making her stop too. I place my hands on her shoulders as I prepare my little speech.
"I get it, you and the Johnsons are already here, but no one told me you'd be around or that there'd be any dinner arrangements for that matter. I have a date and I am running late, mom," I explain.
"Oh! Sabrina didn't tell me anything about you two going out–" she looks confused when I cut her off.
"It's not Sabrina I am going out with. I have a girlfriend. You met her a while back when you were home, she was here. You actually thought she was a househelp." The last words ache in my mouth and I look up at the ceiling.
She pauses, trying to remember and says, "I don't quite recall meeting anyone in here except Carla that day."
My eyes widen in surprise. Is she that ignorant? Blind perhaps? Kyrah was standing right in front of her!
"You've gotta be kidding me! She even introduced herself! She's Kyrah Bailey for crying out loud. Why do you have to be so ignorant at times? Fuck!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Mind your language young man. You are going in there and you're going to be a good boy. Talk to your father and our guests like the civilized person I raised you to be. Let's not argue." Her eyes are piercing mine. The dark eyeliner and fake eyelashes make her look more vicious. I sigh and walk behind her into the living room.
"Oh, young Dawson! It's been quite a long time since I saw you," Mr. Johnson, Sabrina's dad, says, standing and stretching a hand out for me to shake but I ignore it. He sits back down. My father glares at me with a "What the hell is wrong with you?" kind of a look.
"Hello everyone... Sabrina." I nod towards her. "Dad, I was just about to head out."
Dad's smile fades away quickly.
"Where to my son? I just got home? And the Johnsons haven't seen you in a long time. Have a seat." He points out to the empty space next to Sabrina on the couch. She's seriously chewing gum like cud and I cringe when she tries to blow a bubble but she fails miserably.
Carla pops in and announces dinner will be served in fifteen minutes. She looks stiff, almost like a robot.
"I have to leave. I have somewhere important to go to. Excuse me." I turn majestically and right after I leave the room, I am pulled back. My dad is grabbing the back of my coat.
"You know what happens when you disappoint me and you know clearly that the Johnsons are important to me. Now go back in there and we'll have dinner together," he orders through gritted teeth.
"Dad, I have a date–" he cuts me off.
"I do not care! Whoever that girl is, she can wait for another day. Your date is already here. Miss Sabrina and you do not want to mess things up again. Don't even think about it!" he pushes me until I hit the wall. "Do I make myself clear?"
Silence.
"I said, do I make myself clear?!" he booms and I nod.
Anger is brewing inside me and I can feel the urge to punch the walls, but I can't. How am I supposed to explain this to Kyrah? What will I say? That I am having dinner with Sabrina instead of her? She'd never believe me.
"Get back in there when you're done cooling off, you look like a ticking bomb," he says and walks back into the living room. A few minutes later, I join them and sit on a chair far away from Sabrina. My phone beeps but my dad glares at me, a sign that I shouldn't be using my phone.
Sometimes I hate this family, I hate the fact that my parents are both control freaks, especially mom, and I think I got it from them too. I grab a bottle of vodka and take a long swig. Everyone pauses and stares at me.
"Have some manners and get yourself a glass," mom says, scowling at me. I roll my eyes.
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