Chapter 54

Miguel's pov

"Who said any mother won't love to have you three handsome males as her sons-in-laws?  you three are so breathtaking," she smiled warmly.

Their face brightened more than the sun at her words.

" we appreciate your compliments mom,"  Donald said as he caresses my palm.

" You've met my son already haven't you?" mom asked as a way of introduction.

" Yes we have mom; he's out class mate" Daniel smiles at her "we've  known him for a long time." 

"He's really a darling isn't he?" mom asked with a smile.

I can't believe she's thinking of match making at a time like this. 

I blushed red at her words " mom!" I whined.

"He's really a darling,"  the three said at the same time.

" he looks more lovely with the red tints in his cheeks,"  Daniel winks at me.

They're all ganging up on me; mom have found her life mates in the three of them.

I know I tease her most times, but that didn't warrant her doing the same to me in the presence of the trips for that matter!

The hostess who escorted us in walked towards her; her hips rocking as she did so.

"Can I get you anything?" her entire focus was on the trips and not on I or my mom; it's as if we're not even there.

She still have that permanent smile I now hate still on her face.

She looks like a painting it's maker made to reman smiling; am afraid she will hurt her lips if care's not taken.

"We will have three burgers with three smoothies and a plate of noddles with fried eggs and a bottle of sprite," Donald turned to my mom. "what  will you have ma?"

" I will love some hotdogs and a sprite as well," mom smiles at the person who isn't even paying her any attention.

"That will be all, "Donald  spoke after my mom gave her own orders.

I opened my mouth to order mine, but she was already retreating to the whole she crawled out from.

I glared at Donald  "why didn't you allow me to order? I got nothing!"

are they expecting me to look on while they munch on their food.

"I've already ordered for you silly,"he  pinched my cheeks with his palm that wasn't resting on mine.

"Ouch!" I glared at him. 

 I would have slapped his hand off my face of not for him and Damien holding my hands captive.

"Aww" mom coo " aren't they cute?" she placed both palms under her cheeks.

My cheeks will die of the amount of blush it have had to endure.

"Cute with him pinching my cheeks? that's not considered cute, it's considered looking for unnecessary trouble."

I can't believe she will think us cute in this context; only if the ones she's talking about will find me cute.

Before any of us can make a comment in it, out food was brought by a guy in a checkered clothe.

His shiny black hair was tied in a pony tail, his green eyes had a light to it; one that isn't found on a person who haven't had peace with his or her life.

His shirt fits him tightly like a second skin; it bunches whenever he takes a step.

He really is handsome in his own uniwue way.

What's with the males of the place?

they all have unnatural beauty to them.

When he saw me unabashedly checking him out, he smiles at me eliciting a growl from the trips beside me.

Alarmed he looked up at them, with the same speed it took him to look up he looked down; his golden face paler than that of a vampire.

He whimpers like an animal in pain, without looking up he hurries to place the foods on table; his face still as pale as a person who saw a ghost( I've not seen a person who've seen a ghost before, but I think their faces are always pale when the witness something most people thinks a impossible).

I know of ghosts who will give anything to have the exact pale face he have now. 

I don't understand the change in his mood, neither did I understand the brewing hatred under the trips face; they look ready to kill.

Their grip on my hands tightened to the extent of it being too painful to endure any longer.

"Ouch,"I  cried out in pain, trying to free my hands from theirs.

Looking at me with a look of surprise on their faces, they lessened the grip they had on me, but made no move to release my hands from the prison their hands kept in on.

Each of their thumbs were caressing my wrist in a soothing manner.

"What's wrong darling?"  mom looked worried; her voice even gave out how worries she is.

It's not everyday a mother gets to experience having their son taken from them for almost three days.

a mother's worry instincts are always sharp when it comes to their children.

Not wanting to out the trips on their actions earlier, I tried out a smile despite my aching wrist.

"I mistakenly hit my left on the table", I made a motion of raising my foot ( not the one Damien was holding between his thighs) in pain.

"Is the pain much? do you need to see a doctor? we can go now if you want," mom stood up as if ready to bolt for the hospital with me if I so much as nor my head to her questions.

"Relax mom, it's no big deal. Am a big boy, I can handle most pains," I gave her a small smile.

" I know of numerous pains you will enjoy,"  Damien murmured in my ears.

My ears joined my cheeks in a competition of redness.

How can he say such things in the presence of my mom nonetheless?

I looked up to gauge mom's reactions, but she still has the worried look on her face.

Thank God she didn't hear his word. 

 who knows what she would have done if she heard such words?