A/N this chapter is dedicated to Moondust! thank you so much for commenting on the first part and subscribing! I hope this chapter is everything you want it to be! TYSM!!!
CALLUM POV
"BOOM!" yelled the cow.
"What should we do?" asked the spoon.
My eyes fling open. I feel the cold sweat dripping down my face. I'm completely out of breath. hOlY cOw that was a terrifying nightmare. I grudgingly sit up slipping on my pink fluffy bunny slippers and matching robe. I walk downstairs tiredly.
I see my father in the kitchen and instinctively try to turn away because he hasn't seen me yet.
"Callum" I hear his loud voice boom through the kitchen. I slowly turn around and look at the floor afraid to make eye contact.
"y-yes Father?" I say and I can hear my own fear. I swallow hard trying to force the lump out of my throat.
"Look at me when I speak to you and don't stutter." My eyes instantly snap up trying my best not to get in even more trouble than I already am in. "Get ready now and wear your best clothes.”
I cock my head to the side confused I never had to dress up for anything because my father never let me go anywhere. I looked him in the eyes and did something I haven’t done in years.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I said so and you are going on a lunch date…you are getting married off, Callum. Now go”
I looked at the floor shocked…I’m getting married? Am I going to go on a date with them today? I didn’t agree to this surely, I get a say!
“I don’t-don’t want to,” I say stuttering.
“Well guess what Callum…you don’t get a choice ok. Life isn’t always unicorns and rainbows! One day you have to get off your ass and actually work for what you have. Why are you still here get ready and fresh and whatever”
“but-“
“No buts go now!” he screams at me. I flinch and run upstairs afraid for my life.
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I sit silently in the back of the car. I don’t know where I’m going, and I’m honestly scared out of my mind.
IM GETTING MARRIED!
Against my own will. I don’t know how this is going to work. We pull up at the new sandwich place and my father hops out. I really don’t want to follow him but what choice do I have.
I slowly get out of the car and follow my father into the restaurant. I feel a little overdressed as I walk in and see people are in normal everyday clothes and here, I am in a black button-up shirt and red tie. With black pants and shoes.
I follow closely behind my father with my head down and my face flushed. Everyone has seemed to stop what they were doing to look at me. I watch the floor as I walk too afraid to look up. I hear the murmur of whispers as I walk past.
My father suddenly stops, and I barely notice because I’m too busy thinking about all those eyes on me. I just manage to stop before bumping into him. I look over to the left at the closet table and see a man sitting there.
His grey eyes looked into mine. I looked at his face and noticed he looked as old as my father! I want going to marry someone my father’s age! He also eerily looked like my father your typical businessman. This made me cringe and feel like curling up in a ball and crying. No matter how weak that makes me sound. I don’t want to really be married right now and to someone who looked like my father and was old enough to be my father? HELL. NO.
He smiles at me from where he is sitting, and I force a smile onto mine. He seemed pleased with this, and it makes me feel like all the daddy books I have read. I don’t want a sugar daddy! I’m not a kinky person.
He motions his hand to the other chair, and I look at it. I will my body to sit down but my brain doesn’t obey me. I don’t want to do this…I stare at the chair for what feels like hours before someone grabs my wrist. I feel nails dig into the skin and wince at the pain. I decide to sit down cause my father is pissed and I don’t feel like getting the shit beaten out of me tonight.
I grab the chair and pull it out. It makes really loud squeaking noises and nearly everyone looks at me. I quickly sit down and bury my face in my hands. Why do I have to be so socially awkward?!
My father gives the man a nod before turning on his heel and leaving the way we came in. I let out a shaky breath and turn to the man. He is watching me, and I am very creeped out. I don’t want to marry this man!
“so,” he says breaking the silence and I look away from his gaze not being able to bear making eye contact any longer. I feel him still looking at me. I feel really uncomfortable, so I decide to break the silence again. Yeah, bad idea.
“Do I have to marry you?” I asked looking at my hands that are folded in front of me. he starts chuckling. I look up back at his face and glare at him. How is this funny? He stops laughing but a smile is still on his face.
“no-no,” he says laughing again. I still glare at him…the audacity of this person right now! “I happen to be happily married and also way older than you…” he trails off and I blush. I let out a relieved sigh just glad I don’t have to marry him. When I realized what I did my hand slapped across my mouth.
My cheeks went an even deeper shade of red and I looked down ashamed. What if he took offense to it? He chuckled again and I looked up at him. He was gasping for air in between his laughing fits. I sigh and rest my head in my arms waiting for him to be done.
What feels like hours later he finally stops laughing at me and I look back up. He is back to his expressionless face and is staring at me again. It is starting to creep me out the way he looks at me.
“You know what kid? I think my son will like you. Your funny.” He says smugly and I look down again embarrassed I wasn’t meant to be funny! Well at least I know I’m marrying his son now and not him. I’m still so glad about that.
A waiter comes over holding two menus on a tray and I accidentally snort. It's not that hard to hold a menu with your hands. I get a few glares from people including the waiter but just brush it off. I see that…wait I don’t even know his name yet. Well, I see the man across from me smiling again.
The waiter hands us our menus and I skim it. I realize that this is a sandwich place and it's all stuff you can have on sandwiches. Nice. The waiter turns to me still slightly angry from my previous action. I get asked what I would like.
“Can I please get a ham and cheese sandwich with tomato, beetroot, lettuce, and cucumbers? Oh, and mayo” the waiter nods his head while scribbling down my order on a small notepad. “thanks” I mutter.
The waiter turns to the man. “And for you Mr. Foreman?” he asks, and I can’t help my jaw from dropping. Foreman as in the Robert Foreman?! I was making a fool of myself in front of the richest man in the world. Anyone would kill to have a meeting with him and yet here I am snorting at people just doing their Job.
I don’t hear what he ordered but I’m bought back to reality when the waiter walks away. I am useless in situations like this and right now I feel hopeless, so I decide to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Do you want to play a game?” I ask. I internally laugh at myself. Smooth real smooth. Judging by the way he acts I doubt this man does games…whatever that means.
“a game? What type of game?” he asks me. I have no idea! Maybe truth or dare? Wait no that’s stupid. Oh, I know.
“Well, it’s called 20 questions,” I say.
“Okay and how do I play this game?” he asks me raising an eyebrow.
“You ask a question then I answer it honestly and then I ask a question and you answer it honestly and so on…” I trail off not knowing if that made any sense.
“Okay...let’s play”
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