I couldn't believe he is asking, ordering, commanding, instructing, me to stop seeing guys or even looking at them.

That's impossible. Imagine a really hot guy walks up to me and starts talking to me. What does he expect me to say?

Is he expecting me to use signs?!

The annoying thing is that, I can't back down now because of the stupid contract.

That's not even the worst part. He asked me, coolly might I add, to move in with him.

Hold up! I did not sign for that. Doesn't he know the meaning of the word 'privacy'?! Geez, I just don't understand people nowadays.

I came back home, furious. Now, I'm just trying to cool down, relax and have a warm cup of milk.

Only, there is no milk.

"What?! I just restocked my fridge!" I yelled to no one in particular.

Come to think of it, I could vaguely remember Dean leaving my house with something heavy.

I asked what it was and he was like, 'Oh this? It's just a little something your parents put together for me' He ended it with a laugh that for some reason, did not feel right and sprinted out of the house.

The funny thing was that, my parents never, and I mean, never give gifts to people. The only thing they could offer you is water and that's only if they're generous enough or if you're a very important person.

I was suspicious but decided to drop it. Now I knew.

Why did he even take them? He's a freaking billionaire. He could have anything he wants with only a word.

Snatching my phone from the counter, I scrolled through my contacts looking for his number. Once I spotted it, I called him, tapping my foot impatiently.

"Hello? Who's this?" A voice came through the phone.

"Dean, you despicable, insolent, sly, manipulative, inconsiderate fool!" I yelled into the phone.

"Oh my! I've never heard anyone call my son by his fist name. This is his mother. Who are you and why are you spouting bunch of inappropriate words for my son?!"

Oh my milkshake!

"Oh Lord! I'm so sorry ma'am. You weren't supposed to hear that. That was meant to be for your son. I mean, it wasn't exactly meant for your son but actually meant for your son. I thought this was his number, he-"

"Young lady, calm down! I can't comprehend what you're saying." As if a light bulb clicked, she added, "Oh I know. You're one of those sluts that sleeps with my son for his money."

Ouch.

"No ma'am."

"Then what are you?"

I took in a deep breath, "I'm his soon to be wife."

There was a pause.

"Hello?"

"So, you're saying you are going to be my daughter in law?"

I hesitated, "Yes?"

Another pause, "Oh honey! I've been waiting for the right girl to tame my son. Finally, he's ready to settle down and have a family. I can't wait for my grandkids! From what I've just heard, you are not afraid to voice out what you're thinking. It's high time my son learns some manners and I'm sure you could do that. I can't wait to meet you dear. I'm so excited!"

Am I missing something? Grandkids? Who said anything about having babies.

I laughed dryly, "Ma'am, don't you think you're going a little bit far?"

She chirped, "Nonsense! I'm sure you guys would make the cutest couple. What am I saying? This can't be discussed on the phone. Let's meet. When is the appropriate time for you?"

"Oh, well I'm free now."

She shrieked, "That's great sweetie! I'll set up a driver to pick you up. Where do you live?"

This is going really fast.

"Um....maybe you could tell Dean to pick me up?"

"Will do, honey. Be prepared before thirty minutes. Oh, forgive my manners, I'm Sylvester Clinton. What's your name, sweetie?"

"It's Gracie Friday, ma'am." I answered politely.

"What a lovely name! We'll do the proper introduction when we meet. See you soon dear." With that, she hung up

I sighed and quickly changed into a better clothe. About twenty minutes later, I heard a car screech in front of my apartment.

Dean came out looking furious.

Oh shitcake!

"Gracie! Come out now!" He pounded on my door.

Taking in a deep breath, I thought of the many possibilities I could be laying on the ground dead with Dean laughing evilly into the cold dreadful night.

They were not positive.

I called from inside, keeping a great distance between me and the door. Who knows? He might just break the door down from his mood now.

"Dean, I know you are probably not in a good mood but-"

He interrupted me, "Did you just call me Dean?"

Oops.

I sighed, "I know who you are. Dean Clinton, son of Gary Clinton, twenty seven years, heir to the Clinton's company."

There was a long pause and I began wondering if he had left. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened the door slightly, only for me to see him still standing.

I was about to close it back, when his foot blocked me.

"We need to talk." He said calmly.

I thought for some time before giving in and letting him enter.

He walked in, hands in pocket and looked at me, face blank.

What was he thinking?

An awkward silence filled the room and I shifted from foot to foot getting uncomfortable.

"I've been exposed." The first words that came out of his mouth.

Stopping myself from making a snarky comeback, I just nodded.

He went over to the couch and sat down, looking forward.

"How did you find out?"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "There is something called the news which I'm sure you know about."

He sighed running a hand through his hair, "You weren't supposed to find out now."

I frowned, "Why?"

"Never mind. Why did you call my mom's number?"

I narrowed my eyes into slits, "You! That was the number you used to call me the other day! How was I supposed to know that it was your mom's?"

He gritted, "You should've thought about it before calling. Maybe I changed my number during that time and gave the phone to my mom."

"Forget that. Why did you take all my foodstuff from my fridge?!"

He feigned innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I gasped, "Don't play the dumb card with me. I saw you the other day."

He stood up and walked over to me, "I told you. That was from your parents."

I put a hand on my hip, "Oh really? Well, just so you know, my parents don't randomly give gifts to unimportant people."

He put a hand to his chest, where his heart is, "You wound me, Gracie. Are you implying that I'm not important?"

"That's what I just said." I said dryly.

He huffed, "You're so mean!"

"And you're so childish. Let's go, your mom would be expecting us."

He looked at me both in amusement and shock, "Aren't you nervous? She's my mom, you know. She can be something else. And once she doesn't like someone, she would never like the person again."

I narrowed my eyes, "Are you trying to intimidate me?"

He shrugged.

"Thanks for your support, partner." I said sarcastically to which he smirked in response.

I added, "Besides, I'm sure we'll get along just fine. I'm a very likeable person, if I do say so myself."

He snorted, "And here I was thinking I have a big ego."

I flipped him off, "Whatever. Let's go!" I happily said, pointing to the direction of the car.

I skipped to it and opened the passenger seat, getting into it.

Dean walked to the drivers seat and ignited the engine. I admired the beauty of the car and stretched out my hands to feel it. Just before making contact with it, Dean slapped my hand away, glaring at me.

"Don't touch anything. She's my baby, isn't that right Queen?" He mused, stroking the steering wheel lovingly.

I stared at him weirdly, huffed and crossed my arms to my chest.

"I feel so unloved." I muttered.

He just chuckled and we made our way to his house.

And that's when reality kicked in. I'm going to the famous billionaire's home to meet his parents.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

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