When the day came to meet Claire's parents I had to put on nice attire. I was going crazy without texting Max or calling him. I wanted to know if he was okay or at least let him know where I was.

I had fixed myself up accordingly and got my fathers approval. Barely, considering he hated the scaring on my temple which he had caused. But nevertheless... the family has arrived. The maids had our mansion cleaned top to bottom, providing a charcuterie board filled with the finest cheeses in the world which made me smile thinking about Bobby's odd obsession with cheese. Maybe I should pack some for him before I go. But the board had cheese, the freshest and crunchiest grapes, baked crackers our personal bakers had made with wine. Specifically Domaine de la Romanée-Conti 1945 which had costed $558,000 sold at a auction my father attended a year ago. He's been saving it for a special occasion which was today. I hated how he could spend money on such useless things when he could be using it for things much better. Like donations or literally fixing problems around this shit hole of a country. Still he had a lot of money to spend so this was basically nothing in his eyes.

He ordered the chefs to make a meal for them and as they started they finally arrived... that bitch Claire showed up in a dress and heels. Ones that tried to portray her as some innocent girl. She had a bright smile as she greeted my father and I. I couldn't even fake a standard smile, you could tell I was visibly uncomfortable. Regardless, I greeted her parents and offered them a seat.

As we sat in the living area and my fathers maid poured us the wine I took my glass in my hand. I took a sip and I had to admit... it was really good. Claire's parents seemed to love it and when offered to Claire she refused "oh I don't drink wine. I'm so sorry" she refused the offer with a small giggle. I didn't look at her. Instead I felt my eye twitch at the tone of her voice.

Claire's hair was blonde but you can tell it wasn't natural because her roots growing showing her natural brown hair underneath. Not to mention she had curled it into beach waves. You can tell she put cans of hair spray on due to the suffocating fumes intoxicating the whole mansion. Of course, that was a exaggeration but to cover up the smell she laced herself with some sort of cheap perfume. This concerned me due to the fact her presence created a biohazard throughout the place. It was getting hard to not breathe because of her presence. I wanted this fake blonde bimbo bitch out of my house this instant. Not to mention, everything about her was fake, you could tell that it wasn't just rumors since even though I sadly got assaulted by her, her boobs felt like rocks against my arm and her manicure scratched the fuck out of my chest. She has stiletto acrylic nails on, which made sense because she was a fucking predator of course with those nasty ass claws of hers.

Worst of all, her nails didn't even match her outfit. For having such dagger like claws. Practically talons. She wore this cottage core styled dress, it was plaid and blue like a picnic blanket. I had to admit the dress was cute, but it just did not suit her. I think what she was attempting was to portray a subtle innocent vibe towards the parents, especially my father. Sadly enough, she didn't need to impress him with looks. Just the fact that she had the parts to provide an heir to the business and the money to provide status into the relationship. He didn't care for my opinions.

Despite all this, Claire's parents seemed to adore me. Which was not good, I attempted to disengage myself from any conversation but not make myself look like a fool so my father wouldn't pull some crazy shit on me later on. I can't suffer another concussion or shot like that again.

As the conversation went on, eventually they had gathered my attention when Claire's mother specifically looked at me, turning her whole body to forcefully have me enter in on the topic at hand which was the wedding. She asked if I was excited as Claire was. For the life of me I wanted to answer "no, I'm gay" but I obviously I couldn't. So I faked a polite smile while swirling around my wine in my glass and nodded accordingly "yes, of course" but my voice had no charisma in it which caught Claire's and my fathers attention. I looked at my father to see his slight disappointment and disapproval. I didn't bother looking at Claire. That bitch can be heartbroken for all I cared. I didn't want to see that whores face right now and have my mood shattered ten times harder. Her mom was a sweet woman who clasped her hands together with a sigh "oh I'm so excited, for my daughter to be married to such a fine young man as yourself. She's been talking a lot about you."  She admitted which caught my attention. I cocked a brow hesitantly and leaned in slightly asking what she meant by that. And what she said next, I don't think I'll ever get over how uncomfortable it made me. " oh, she said stuff like how handsome you were, or how kind you were to her when helping her study. But most importantly how amazing you were in bed" which made me shocked considering I've never slept with her. I shot her a confused look before side eyeing Claire who sat smiling mischievously. Sending shivers down my spine. Then her mother said something even worse. "What do you plan on naming the baby?" She asked which made me confused "what baby?" I asked "oh! Claire never told you? She's pregnant with your child" the mother admitted as the father added on "oh yes, so we must push the wedding date even sooner. If that child were to be born without them wedded my grandchild would be considered a bastard. We can't have the baby being born out of wedlock" her father said.

I panicked, I was not ready for marriage, for a baby, for this bullshit life. I looked at Claire starring! No! Not staring! In fact I was fuming with rage. As the parents were talking to my father. I turned to Claire and whispered "who got you pregnant?" To which Claire replied "none of your business. All they need to know is that the baby is yours. So shut up and be a good dog or else" she replied with this innocent smile even though her words were so deranged. I felt this pit in my stomach. I'm not gonna take in a child that one is not mine and two I will be sharing custody with this girl. I don't understand any of this. But then it hit me. Now I understand why Claire refused the wine earlier.

As dinner was ready, the chefs called for us. My father and I let the family walk in first to the dining room. My father wrapped his arm around me and whispered with a huge smile.

"I knew you weren't gay after all."