Chapter 18

Lynn POV

"I-I am sorry Jensen, the bathroom in the guest bedroom..." I leaned over for a towel, wrapping it around my body,

"It wasn't working, so I-I didn't know this room was yours, the other doors were closed, I am so sorry," I ambled past him,

"It’s… it's um… it's okay, you can… switch rooms. They are locked because… um, I will go get the keys," he walked into his bedroom, He was nervous, so was I... He did see me naked, images that are etched in his mind for a lifestyle so the tension around us was... Thick, although he probably forgot already... I am not saying I want him to remember, but a part of me didn't want him to forget, but he has seen so many naked women in his life, I am sure mine isn't memorable, now I don't know what to say to filter the anxiety,

"Found them," he chuckled, closing his bedroom door behind him,

"Okay," I laughed nervously, tucking my hair behind my ear,

"Which one is it?"

"You can choose... Pick a number from two to seven,"

"Umm... I don't know, four I guess,"

"Interesting. Right next door to mine," he spoke, pushing the key in the keyhole,

"There you go," he pushed the door, then went ahead to slip his hands into his pockets,

"About earlier... I am really sorry—"

"Lynn... It's okay. No harm was done, right?"

It was.

"Right, what time is the dinner tomorrow?"

"Knowing my dad, I am thinking about 2:00 PM,"

"Oh,"

"We will be fine... You will be fine, I promise,"

But can he keep that promise, will I be fine? I won't... It's been a while I sat around a table having dinner with a group of people, the last time was my adopted family, but tomorrow it's Shaquille's,

"Thank you again," I stood at the doorway, with fold arms across my chest, "Yeah, see you tomorrow, neighbor,"

"Right," I smiled, "Goodnight Jensen,"

"Goodnight." He smirked,

Closing the door slowly, our eyes locked on each other until the void was closed. I think I am falling in love with Jensen. It was clear that he couldn’t stop staring at me, but I didn't feel offended by it. What I wanted to do was kiss him again, slower this time... A true kiss, that we both enjoy because we wanted to, and not some show for media. What will I say tomorrow? I thought, walking towards the bed, sitting on its edge. I definitely have to put on my best show, win their hearts, but what do I tell them... If they ask me about Shaquille and I’s relationship, or how I feel about him? I can't tell them how I want to rip his clothes off and suck him dry. I can't tell them how much I wanted to ride his dick into the sunset, or I never want his lips to leave mine.

"Dammit," I mumbled, my stuff was still in the other room and I don't want to risk running him, so I curled naked under the sheets, let's see how tomorrow goes, I thought until I fall asleep.

Bolting upright, in bed, a knocking on the door startled me,

"Come in," my voice cracked, pulling the spread up my torso, covering my breast,

"Hi," a young maid sauntered in, with folded clothes in her hand, "Mr. Jensen said I should get you ready for the dinner,"

"What time is it?"

"Noon,"

Noon, why did I sleep that long? How did I like that long?

"Umm okay, just give me a minute, let me... Freshen up,"

Saying nothing she turned and left.

Slipping by backside across the cotton sheets, I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and rinsing my face. After I searched the drawers and luckily for me I found a t-shirt, I am sure Jenson won't mind, I slide into it, it large enough to cover my ass, thank God, Jensen already saw enough last night. Hearing a light knock on the door, I gazed at it, I must be the maid again,

"Come in," I mumbled, trying to straighten the bed,

"Sorry about what I am currently wearing," I spoke again when I bear the creaking of the door,

"Left my luggage in the room I was in before—"

"Why apologies, I think you look great, suits you well,"

Hearing his deep voice, I swallowed hard, turning to face where he stood, he was in a thein t-shirt that had wet spots, exposing his muscular chest, "Um, Shaquille, I meant to ask..."

"Don't be silly, it's okay... I don't wear them that often anyway, and that why they are scattered all over this damn house," she chuckled, with my suitcase in his hand,

"Oh..." He added setting it down, "Decided to take a look at the bathroom myself, and realized you forgot your stuff, and sorry about my wet shirt,"

Oh, your shirt isn't the only thing wet right now, you should see between my legs. What am I saying, god, I am an awful person, and for the record... I didn't forget, I just did want to face you.

"Thank you,"

"Lynn... " the maid ambled in, shifting gaze between Jensen and me,

"I will leave you, girls, to it. I have to go and get ready myself. See later," he turned and left,

After about an hour and a half, my hair, and makeup was finally done, a ponytail, with a clean side, a sweep on the right side of my face, light but effective makeup, a knee-length, thin strap dress with nude heels, I looked fucking hot.

"It's time Lynn," the maid mumble, "you must go, I will clean up,"

"Thank you," I spoke, leaving the room.

Marching down the stairs, Shaquille's jaw dropped when he saw me, walking towards him, clutching on to the railing for support,

"Wow... You look fucking great."

"Thanks," I stood in front of him,

"You look good too,"

He was in a dark blue suit, and well-polished shoes, you will never think this was a man that was fixing bathroom pipes an hour ago, in T-shirt and jeans,

"Let's go," he took my hand.

Drive to his father's house, was a quiet one, he decided to drive us too, not sure why when he has so many drivers, but I didn't question it, it wasn't my place. Pulling up into the driveway, I gazed at how big the house Is, it was two times his mansion. Parking the car, he got out first to open my door, he took my hand in his, as I exited as well. Kissing me on the cheek, I could feel his hot breath near my ear,

"They are watching," he whispered,

Time to put on the show then, I thought.

As we walked towards the door, hand in hand, my eyes danced around, this house was surely amazing, I hope I could be living this large one day. Hoisting his hands to knock, it suddenly swung opened,

"Lilith,"

"Shaquille,"

They shared hard stares. I didn't know who she was, but he didn't like her, and she didn't like him either.

Shifting her gaze to me, her cold stares got colder.

"You must be the famous Lynn."

"I am," I gestured for a handshake, but she didn't take it, instead she traveled her eyes to the top of my head to the tip of my toes, then she walked away,

"I don't think she likes me,"

"She likes you, trust me,"

Inside, Jensen led the way to where we should be having dinner,

"What are we eating today, Dad—" the happiness in his voice dimmed,

At the table was Lilith and a man I am going to assume is Shaquille's dad, beside him was a long pole holding up a drip, was he sick... I mean he looks strong sitting in that chair, but—

"What's this?"

"Sit," Senior Jensen spoke with a file in front of him, "We will be serving facts today."

I was no fool, and I quick on certain things, like right now and what's happening, this wasn't a dinner invitation, this was an interrogation,

"We are leaving," Shaquille grabbed my hand to turn away, but I stopped him,

"Babe... It's okay, I have nothing to hide," I watch as the smirk on Lilith's face got smaller,

Sitting across from them, Jensen held my hands under the table, I knew what was coming, but he didn't,

"Lynn Richmond, you're not a hard woman to track down,"

"So, I see, Mr. Jensen,"

"This folder has every information about you, things I am sure you don't get out there, ruin you... You will never be able to work again, so I am going to ask you this once... Just once, and I want him to think before you answer,"

"Okay,"

"Dad, is this really—"

"Quiet boy," he glared at him.

"Lynn," he continued, "No money in this world can help you get a clean record without the right help so tell me... Did my son offer you money to become his girlfriend? Because you appear out of nowhere, even the blind can see through you two... Something is up, and my gut is telling me... This is a hoax,"

Moistening my lip with my, Shaquille grip on my hand tighten, my future depended on what I say next because my last was sitting right across from me, I have everything to lose but... This was to Shaquille and even if I get fucked, at least I know he will owe me, more than that million dollars,

"Me Jensen, I think I love your son. The first time we met, I thought he was an asshole, my mind never thought about him again. The second time... He left an impression, one that made me curious... And the third and every moment after that, he burned a sensation of passion in the back of my head."

Looking over at Shaquille, his eyes widened, and I know he must be thinking, she is a good actress... The thing is... I meant every word I said.

"In that folder," I looked at Lilith who seems unsettled, and Mr. Jensen who wore a smirk,

"You will find a sealed criminal record that you paid to get access to, And I can already tell I am being judged without hearing my side... I was 16, living with my adopted parents. And one Christmas, I was sitting on the porch, eating cake... And I can still taste the cake in my mouth, eight years later. My Uncle Billy came outside, and I got uncomfortable because he would look at me like how an uncle shouldn't, and even though I complained to my Mom, she brushed It away. That Christmas... Is one I can't forget... Because he came outside, while everyone else was inside, and he tried sexually assaulted me, and if it wasn't for the fork I was eating the cake with, he would have gotten the chance. When he was on top of me, hand over my mouth, I reached up for the fork and I stabbed him, repeatedly in the neck... He died. And even though the bruises on my arm and legs were evidence of his intention, my family hates me... Because to them, I brought disgrace and shame on their family,"

I stood from my seat,

"Thank you for having me, I am leaving." I ambled off,

"Marry her," I heard Mr. Jensen spoke, "And I will put you on the will,"

Outside, I leaned against the car, tear pooling from my eyes as I wept, feeling strong hands behind me, I turned into them, loud sobs filling the yard as I cried,

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Never thought I would have to relive that moment... Ever again,"

"I am sorry my dad is not a nice man, well today I know he isn't anymore,"

Easing me off he took out his cell phone, which was vibrating in his hand,

"What's wrong?"

"There is a man at my gate asking for you" he turned the screen to show me the live CCTV footage,

"Lynn what did I say about surprises, you need to control these little ex-lovers of yours,"

"No" I mumbled, "That's my brother."