"Are we there yet?" I asked, slouching down my seat.

We had been driving for over twenty minutes and I was getting restless.

Dean inhaled deeply, "You asked that a minute ago and my answer still remains the same. No!"

"Geez." I muttered.

I looked out the window seeing cars and trees blur by. It was a fascinating sight in a sort of way.

"Are we there yet?" I asked once again, already gotten bored of the view.

"For the love of God, Gracie. No! If we were there, wouldn't I stop the car? Or wouldn't I announce it?!"

I nodded, "Good point. But who knows? Knowing your level of hate towards me, you could be taking me somewhere quiet and secretive so you can dispose of my body when you're done with whatever."

He seemed to be thinking for a second.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"That's a really good plan you've got there. I've been thinking of something like that for a certain person."

"Really, who?" I beamed excitedly.

He smirked, "Oh you know who. You know the person like the back of your hand."

I thought for a moment, "No one comes to mind."

He sighed, "Never mind."

I pouted but decided to drop it. Who would tell another person that he or she wants to commit a crime?

Getting bored once more, I opened my mouth to speak but was beaten to it.

"Don't you dare say it." Dean's voice gritted out.

"I wasn't going to say that." I huffed.

A few minutes passed with an unsettling awkward silence filling the car.

"So, how is your mom like?" I asked hoping to start up a conversation.

A small smile etched on his face.

"You're finally getting nervous?" He teased me.

I scoffed, "I mean, yeah. Who wouldn't? I'm going to meet your parents and a first good impression is needed."

He frowned, "It really doesn't matter if they like you or not. It's an arranged marriage which isn't going to last forever. So you don't need to be worried over petty things."

I sighed, "Yeah, I know. But still....I want your parents to like me. I don't know why, but I just want them to."

He nodded, seeming to understand where I'm coming from.

"That's quite nice of you. If it were up to me, I wouldn't mind people hating me. I mean, I'm used to it as it is." He shrugged, then continued, "In the business world, you don't expect everyone to be your friend. That's just how it works and it's reasonable."

"I disagree. It isn't actually reasonable. Think of it this way. If you have many connections with others, there are many opportunities awaiting you. You can never know what will happen next. That's why you need to make as many friends as possible. You'll need them sooner or later."

He glanced at me for a second before returning his concentration back to the road.

"You wouldn't understand, Gracie. You and I are from different worlds."

I didn't argue with that. He was indeed right. We are from separate worlds, whereas he's extraordinary rich and I'm just....average. Somehow, I feel strange just thinking about it. What if we were from separate worlds? Is there even anything of such? Sometimes, I don't understand the world.

"We're here." Dean's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

I didn't even know when we stopped moving. Time really flies when you least expect it.

I took in a deep breath and got out of the car. Dean came by my side and held my hands. I looked at him, confused.

"It's part of the act." He replied nonchalantly.

I looked forward and immediately did a double take. The house was huge. The front lawn was two times bigger than my apartment.

I gulped nervously and turned to Dean.

"Uh Dean, you never told me what your dad is like."

He chuckled, "Don't worry. He isn't home. He's on a business trip in Africa."

I sighed in relief. At least, some of the pressure had been lifted.

He turned to look at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"You were eager to come here a few minutes ago. You don't seem so enthusiastic now."

I glared at him, "Well, I didn't think your house would be intimidating. Also, you're a billionaire. Of course an average person like me would be nervous."

"I already told you, it doesn't matter. But if you still feel like it, then who am I to stop you? Let's go."

We walked over to the gate where two security men opened up upon spotting Dean. I looked around the garden. Men in suits filled the whole place.

We then made our way to the double doors and Dean pressed a device on the wall.

"What's the password?" A woman's voice spoke through, almost feeling smug.

Dean groaned, "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to." The woman's voice came out serious.

Dean dragged a hand into his hair, "Momma's cookies are the best and I love her meatloaf."

I clasped my free hand over my mouth to stop myself from bursting out laughing. Dean's face looked flushed and almost shy.

The door opened and there stood a tall petite woman who looked in her early fifties.

She beamed at us, "You came! Please come in."

We entered the house and I was beyond speechless. It was flawless, magnificent, amazing, beautiful and basically anything you could ask for in a house.

She led us to the living room and gestured for us to sit.

She looked over to me as if noticing me now and gasped in surprise.

"You must be Gracie. You're even more beautiful in person." She commented, smiling politely at me.

I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiled back, "Thank you, Mrs Clinton."

"You can just call me Sylvester, sweetie. You make me sound old when you call me that."

Dean piped in, "Mom, you're already old."

She turned to glare at him, "Deanny, that isn't nice."

I snorted, trying to control my laughter again. Deanny?

Dean's face turned beat red in embarrassment, "Mom! I thought we discussed this!"

She furrowed her eyes in confusion then turned to look at me before a look of realization dawned on her.

"She won't mind, right sweetie?"

I nodded, grinning from ear to ear, "Of course! As a soon to be couple, we need to know everything about each other."

She then turned to Dean, "See honey, she doesn't mind."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Sure she doesn't."

She clapped her hands excitingly, "So what can I offer you?"

"Oh, we're okay re-"

Dean interrupted, "I'm not. I need food to survive, so make me something to eat."

She sighed, "You're lucky you found someone who can keep up with you."

Dean snickered, "I'm tolerable. She the one lucky to have me."

I looked between Dean and his mother. They look so relaxed battering with each other. I did not picture Dean's family like this but I guess it wasn't right to just jump into conclusion. I wonder if Dean's father was just as relaxed as his mother.

One of the maid entered the living room, "Good day, everyone. Please, if you would accompany me to the dining room, your meals awaits."

Dean immediately jolted up from his seat and hastily made his way to the dining room. Sylvester also stood up and smiled at me, motioning for me to accompany her.

We got to the dining room and I was beyond speechless. Different kinds of food were set perfectly on the table. From mashed potatoes, salads, meatloaf, chicken wings, and all sorts of food were present.

I took a seat next to Dean while Sylvester took a seat in front of me.

"Hurry up, I'm starving!" Dean whined.

Sylvester turned to Dean, "After you pray, honey."

Dean groaned, "Fine. This food would be delicious in our mouths and we shall be satisfied. Also, anyone that is trying to starve me shall be starved back. Amen."

He immediately dug in without waiting for our Amen's.

I sighed and also ate to my satisfaction.

After our meals, Sylvester came up to me and hugged me.

"It's been great having you here, sweetie. My husband isn't around so we'll have another meeting some other time."

She turned to Dean, "You better take good care of her, Deanny. If I hear any complaints from her, you know what I can do." She threatened.

"But what of her? She should also take care of me too. You're being unfair." Dean whined.

She pinched his cheeks and smiled, "She's a good girl, honey. I know she'll take care of you."

I smiled, "Thank you for having me and for the meal, Sylvester."

She nodded, "Anytime sweetie. Do come back whenever you want."

We waved at her and made our way to the car.

"Good job. My mother likes you. The hard part now is my father." Dean ignited the engine after we were strapped in.

I smiled, "Thanks for worrying, Deanny."

Dean sighed, "Please, refrain from calling me that."

I laughed, "But I like it. It's so cute, Deanny."

He backed out of the house, "I'll get one embarrassing moment of you."

"Good luck with that."

After we had reached my apartment, I got out of the car and turned around only for me to see Dean right in front of me.

How did he get here so fast?

He seemed to be leaning closer to me, while I leaned back. But for some reason, he was getting dangerously close.

My heart picked up at this as I held my breath. What was he doing?

He stretched his hands as if to caress my cheeks but went past me, to his car.

"You didn't close the car door." He smirked and straightened his posture.

I released the breath I was holding and stood upright. Somehow, I felt disappointed but pushed the feeling aside.

So, he wants to play dirty.

I grinned, "Game on."

He grinned back, almost maliciously, "I hope you put up a good fight. May the best teaser win."

We shook hands.

"If I win, I will have full bragging rights over you and you get to do what I want for a week."

I nodded, "And if I win, you take back what you said about not being able to talk to guys."

He thought about it, "You're on."

I smirked, "I feel sorry for you Deanny. I was known to be the best teaser ever born."

"That makes two of us, Gracie. Go on, you'll need the rest for tomorrow. Whoever gives in first is the winner."

I waved and went ahead to my apartment door. He got into his car and drove off.

This is going to be fun.

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Butterterians,

Sorry for the long chapter. I tried to make it short but it didn't work out so well and I didn't want to cut it into two. This is probably the longest chapter yet. Almost 2000 words!

Hope you enjoyed it still. Also, the description of the mansion was lame, I know. But I was too lazy to do anything about it, so sorry, I guess.

Thanks for reading!

Peace and peanut butter,

Awesomeleegal.