[Day 4, 8: 12 P.M]

David's POV || Meeting Grandma Wilson

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If I do another rubbing on my uncomfortable tuxedo, I swear it'll look like being drenched in water. That's because I am trembling with fear resulting to a massive sweaty hands.

It's already my habit when I am anxious. So does everybody.

Smith seemed to notice it and rubbed my back. "Relax. Just act what we learned earlier. Okay?"

With a shaky breath, "Y-yeah."

Tonight, we are on the living room with Wilson's both parents on the kitchen, Mr. Jameson and Mrs. Janneth. Also, both of them were so good-looking that they depict models and maybe this why Smith is so fucking handsome.

Yeah, I'll admit that once.

Mr. Jameson has that stubble across his feature that made him more attractive and manly, those eyes of ocean that was got by my 'husband' also made him like a grown-up Smith and lastly, that athletic body of him can make girls drop their underwears. Everything about him is similar to Smith Wilson.

Mrs. Janneth, Jameson's wife also have the same orb but a little lighter. Her hair is blonde, face seemingly feminine-version of his husband and her slim body that can tell she is working at a gym. The first time I met her, she was so nice, simple and polite. She didn't have a problem with me being a husband to her billionaire son although it is just an agreement.

But what about their grandmother? Will she approve someone like me, a guy who lives under the bridges?

I'm having a panic attack.

I will be honest that I am very a self-conscious person. I personally don't like someone judge me from inside and outside because I have a weak heart just like what I said. I cry like a baby when something offends me; even though it is a tiny issue. I don't know really, but I think I am considered as sensitive.

I sighed and glanced at Smith, being collective as possible as he can. His eyes were focused straightly on the blank T.V while clasping his hands together. I can tell that he's obviously freaking on the inside just as me but quite secretive about it.

"How can you be so cool?" My mouth suddenly blurted at the silent atmosphere we both Smith are having. I don't know why I am even here with him, sitting so casually in the first place instead of helping his parents on the kitchen to distract my tensing feelings.

Smith shifted on the large sofa to look at me properly. "What?"

Oh gosh, I think he misunderstood the word 'cool' I meant when he started smirking. "Don't get the wrong idea!! I mean, why are you so cool by being so calm when you are freaking inside?" I blushed and look to the side and mumbled. "I don't mean you're cool like a famous person..."

I waited for his response, and actually he laughed at me. "Oh, I thought you were now looking up at me." And suddenly, he formed a handsome-pose while looking defiantly sideways. "And I thought you were now falling for this hot and Greek-craved perfection face." He said proudly but I punched him on the shoulder.

"Perfect my ass!"

"Don't be hostile, babe." He teased.

"Don't 'babe' me, playboy, who fucked twenty-nine guys without using a single condom." I retorted back and his smirk never fading.

"Hey, I wear everytime I mingle with them and besides, I also mingle with ladies."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Disgusting."

Before he could say another word, a doorbell interrupted him. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson gets out on the kitchen, strolling their way to the living room.

"Grandma Amois is here. Are you two ready?" Mrs. Janneth said to both of us while rubbing her hands on the apron she's wearing.

We nodded.

It was Jameson's pleasure to open the door and there she was, the grandmother of Wilson's family. At first, I thought she was going to look like a simple one like my grandma with a simple clothing but I guessed it wrong. Actually, the old lady was wearing a reasonable elegant clothing, necklace was gold as a real gold, earrings were like from a celebrity and makeup is done by an artist.

Gosh, she's more professional that Jameson and Janneth.

I snapped out of my mind when Mr. and Mrs. kissed her cheek, Smith following after. Since I don't want to be rude, I was also going to do the same. She pulled her hands away midway of me doing it.

"Who are you?" She eyed me and raised an eyebrow before turning to Smith. "Where is the girl who owed a debt to us?"

I look at the slight trembling Smith. Jameson and Janneth had their wincing faces on while hoping that their son will say something that will not disappoint their grandmother

"U-uh hehehe, my lovely grandmother, let's talk about this in the dinning room shall we?" Smith just brushed off with a coolly gesture.

I sighed in relief when she didn't protested and went ahead without looking back at me. At the same time, I face-palmed myself when Smith was so dumb that he will confess the truth at the dining room when we will eat. Doesn't he know that it might ruin the dinning night if something bad will be the effect of confession?

"So, can tell me where's the girl and what is this man doing here? Don't tell me you are dating this whore."

I clenched my fist, not expecting her to say that. I might be gay but that doesn't mean I am a dirty whore.

I felt a hand on my lap under the table and made me look whoever it is. It was Jameson's hands since he was sitting next to me. He was giving me that apologetic look while trying to assure me.

"No gram, he's not a whore and I'm not dating him. He's already my husband." Smith confessed while the old lady agape her mouth open.

"What?!" She shouted. "This is unacceptable Smith! You are allowed to have a secret affair with guys but marrying a man for your entire life is unacceptable. You do not know what will happen to the Wilson company if they found out you are gay. We'll loose reputation for that!"

"But gram, the whole company knows and they are okay with it. Besides, this marriage is only for one month---"

"So are you saying that you lied about a girl having a debt with us? Instead, it is a man?!"

Smith nodded.

"That's really unacceptable! I'm okay with you having a secret sex with guys without whole community knowing it but with this extent and publicity, I cannot agree with that." Amois stand up on her chair, looking disappointed at him. All I can do is bow down my head the whole time. I did not want any of these. I just want to live peacefully.

"By the way, how many times did you show out that you are both married?"

Smith closed his eyes. "Two times. Actually, David's school knows it all."

Amois sighed angrily. "How idiot can you get? You could actually leave him inside this house while you are gone to work or just let him walk over his school, right?" She put fingers on her forehead. "You made a filth to a Wilson name. Our company might get down all because of you and this marriage debt."

Jameson turned and protested in gently manner. "Mom, it's just an agreement. After the whole one month, it will be over. Just be patien---"

"Jameson!" Amois warned. "I know that this is just a debt agreement but with Smith's publicity is unacceptable."

"Our son knows his limits." Jameson still didn't stopped protesting to let go of this heated conversation. I, on the other hand want to hide away, feeling like it was my own fault that I'll put a dirty smudge to a Wilson's name, the most known, popular, dominant, and grand holder of a company dealer and owner.

"He don't." Amois continued to spoke. "Smith doesn't know his own limits when it comes to this situation. How disappointing." Then she followed it by an exasperated sigh. "Please make sure you do something about this Jameson as fast as possible. I'm leaving."

I slightly lifted my head up to see Amois walking away with her shining purse. The foods on the table became a waste all because of the confession and truths just laid off. Smith was frowning as well as her mother while Jameson tried to chase her mother away but failed.

I can't do something... Why do it feels like I am going to ruin their family league? Even though I am an ordinary human married to a high-standard billionaire already looks like I gotten to a wrong turn.

Unconsciously, I abruptly stood up on my chair and dashed as fast as my legs could carry me outside the chilly night to ran away from the Wilson's family. I know I still didn't finished my one month agreement marriage, but I can't take it anymore.

I'm just going to ruin everything in the end.