Parent's house

"I don't know why we are here," I said, looking at the large marble mansion in front of me through the car window. "We just finished eating and you wanted to come here?"

"Why not?" Rumant asked, arms crossed over his chest. He is still wearing my shirt and nothing else. I had to carry him to the car and out of it.

The moment I told him about the dinner reservations with the two, he started swearing profusely until we finished cleaning the kitchen and then pushed me to the room.

We rested for, around, two hours and it was afternoon by the time we woke up.

Without another word, he pulled me out of the house.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stopping at the door as he walked out. "Ru!"

"I will tell you when we get there." He said, completely missing the large box in front of the door.

I took it upon myself to put it inside and lock the door after grabbing my car keys. The moment I reached him, he was still complaining and murmuring to himself so I carried him into the parking lot and car, strapping his seatbelt for him and took off.

We must have driven around for a good couple of hours as I followed his instructions, reaching a dead end every time and having to go back the way we came.

Until we finally reached the house we are standing in front of. I say house, but we had to go through a large gate by talking to the gatekeeper and then drive through a long driveway until we finally reached the large building.

This is Yale's house though I am sure you figured that out already.

"Why are you even here?" I asked, frowning and then looking at Rumant. They are not going to be happy seeing the state he is in.

"Listen, Cameron and Leonel are some of the richest people I know. They are part of the higher class of people and they proved to be powerful assets to many other smaller families.

"That is the reason why they are allowed to do whatever they want and even date each other. They are too powerful.

"If they invited us, there will be news coverage, I know it. We need to look our absolute best."

"Me too?" I asked, pointing to myself.

"Of course! Especially you." She said, poking me on the side. "You already have the looks. But you always hide them behind the most ridiculous pair of glasses."

I took off my square-shaped glasses with thick white rims and looked at them.

"What's wrong with these? I feel weird not wearing glasses. I used to wear it before the shockwave and suddenly I don't have to. So uncomfortable."

"Honey." He placed a hand on my cheek, smiling kindly. "At least get those that match you. Not these cheap things you find at the side of the road."

"I think they are fine."

He sighed, "We'll deal with this later on. For now, you need to look the best you can."

"But why?"

"Don't you remember? You are going to get five per cent from all the five that lost yesterday." He said, glaring at me when the realization came on my face. "You are impossible."

"But what do they have to do with-?"

"When we first met, I told you that I would help you make a name for yourself, right?" He asked, smiling at me. "That is exactly what I am doing. Come on, we should get go-"

Grabbing his collar, I pulled him back before he could leave.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Let me fix your hair," I said, undoing his bun and began tying it up. "Your parents will not be happy if they saw you like this."

"They can go suck it." He complained but sat still, looking at his clothes. "Do you have something else I can wear?"

"Of course," I said, finishing the ponytail. Reaching back, I handed him a bag. "It has shoes and everything else in it."

"You are a lifesaver, Zion." He said, as I pressed a button to blacken the window while he changed. "How did you know to be prepared with this though?"

"Well … sometimes you want a change of clothes in the middle of a road trip. So I kept three bags of outfits ready, just in case." I said, helping him zip the back of the green floral dress.

"Thank you, Zion." She said, putting her shoes on and then holding her hands out. "Well, what do you think?"

Tucking a hair behind her ear, I smiled, "You look good. As always."

"You are such a charmer." She said, sticking her tongue out at me. "Come on. We have not time to waste."

Staring at her walk out, I sighed, bracing myself. I don't like being there. Her mother gives me the creeps for some reason. I don't like her at all.

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"Zion?!" Yale's mother, a platinum blond-haired woman with the same green eyes, greeted us at the door. "Honey, you came to visit us?"

"I did," I said, smiling at her. "You look younger than the last time I saw you Mrs. Cassese."

"Wonderful, boy." She said, patting me on the cheek, not giving Yale a second glance, fortunately.

If the two started clashing, it isn't going to look pretty.

"Come in. Come in." She said, holding the door for us as I let Yale walk in first before following her.

The interior is decorated with luxurious velvet couches, statues of lions everywhere and bookshelves on every corner of the room with stairs everywhere.

I don't like wondering here, I got lost too many times.

Honestly, they don't seem to have too many problems with my glasses. Or maybe they don't want to bring it up in case I am uncomfortable.

"What brings you two here? To my humble abode." She asked, sitting on the couch in her expensive branded dress.

This is still your daughter's house. Chill. It isn't yours either, if we are going into specifics, it's your husband's. Yours is on the other side of the city.

"Where is father?" Yale asked, not bothering to sit. "We have something important to discuss with him."

"He is busy-"

"Is that my pumpkin?" her father's voice came from the top of the stairs and then we heard crashing sounds as he appeared suddenly. "Yale! Sweetheart!"

"Father." She said politely, nodding at him. "Why do you look so excited? We saw each other only recently."

"I know. But I still missed you." He finally looked at me, grinning. "Zion, my boy. What brings you here? Are you going to have dinner with us?"

"Hello, sir," I said as her mother perked up immediately.

"Dinner! I should call some people and we can have a part-"

"No," Yale said quickly, stopping her before she starts. "Zion and I have other plans for dinner."

"You both have not had a proper dinner with us sinc-"

"We already have plans."

"Just a tea snack then."

"No snacks. We didn't come here for that."

"Must you treat me so badly?"

"I am merely getting to the point."

Unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Frightening but … entertaining. Just don't be in the middle of it.

"Why are you both here then?" Her father asked, looking at me as I shrugged.

Don't ask me, sir. I have no idea what I am doing here too.

"You see, Zion is going to collect five per cent from the top five families that specializes in weaponry and combat training." She said, smiling proudly at me.

Is that really an achievement? I thought, just deciding to go with it.

"Really? How?" Her father looked at me like I am some kind of prodigy.

It really isn't that impressive, calm down.

"I knew my future son in law is going to do incredible things!" Her mother said, practically jumping up and down in delight.

Seriously, chill. It is just five per cent. You can buy it off the internet, right?

"They sell no percentage from their earnings because they only wanted to keep it within the family." Her father said, grinning at me. "Well done, my boy."

Oh. Ok. I can see why they are excited then.

"That isn't all." Yale, smiled at her father. "Do you remember Cameron and Leonel?"

"Those two that inherited half of their companies by the age of sixteen? Why wouldn't I know them?" Her father chuckled. "What about them?"

"They are good friends of Zion." She said, pointing to me. For some reason, my body stood at attention immediately. "And they have invited us for dinner tonight."

"No."

"Yes!"

"Really?" He looked at me, beaming.

"I guess," I said, seeing her mother practically salivating from the corner of my eyes. "It's just a dinner."

Ding!

"Who is it?" Yale asked.

"Hmm? It's from Cameron." Checking my phone, everyone suddenly surrounded me as we read the message from the boy.

[Zion,

The Plaza, VIP room. At six. You and Yale. Remember. Don't be late. We have something we want to discuss with you.

Love, Cameron.]

"The … the … the plaza?" Her mother murmured before fainting on the ground. Yale and her father talking amongst themselves.

Is no one going to check on the one that just fainted?