"Quoi!? Vous êtes enfin fiancés? Quand? Qui est la personne malheureuse qui est maintenant engagé pour vous? Vous ne l'avez pas m'a contacté dans les âges, et tout d'un coup vous me dites que vous êtes engagé. Il est si semblable à vous de le faire. Je ne peux pas croire que vous avez m'a pas dit plus tôt, nous avons certainement de jeter une fête de fiançailles." (What!? You are finally engaged? When? Who is the unfortunate person who is now engaged to you? You haven't contacted me in ages, and all of the sudden you are telling me you are engaged. It's so like you to do that. I can't believe you haven't told me sooner, we definitely have to throw an engagement party. ) my mother exclaims on the phone, speaking to me in fluent French. I made a mistake, actually answering her phone call for once. She continues to blabber on, and I must stop her before she wears out my ears.

"Mère s'il vous plaît calmer, je ne pas besoin de vous jeter une fête de fiançailles, qui est pas vraiment nécessaire. Je ne sais même pas pourquoi je vous ai dit que je me suis engagé dans la première place. Juste oublier que je vous ai dit que jamais l'information. Quelle est la raison pour laquelle vous m'a appelé de toute façon, s'il vous plaît arriver au point déjà." (Mother, please calm down, I do not need you to throw an engagement party that is not necessary. I do not even know why I told you that I got engaged in the first place. Just forget I ever told you that information. What is the reason you called me anyways, please get to the point already.) I love and respect my mother, but she can be a real nuisance at times.

"Ne parlez pas de telles absurdités! Nous éprouvons une fête de fiançailles et qui est définitive. Vous devriez avoir honte de vous-même, me faisant abstraction de quelque chose de si important dans votre vie. Et ce qui est mal avec vous appeler quand je veux, pourquoi je ne peux pas demander comment est mon bébé fait avec sa vie." (Do not speak such nonsense! We are having an engagement party and that is final. You should be ashamed of yourself, disregarding me of something so significant in your life. And what's wrong with calling you when I want, why can't I ask how is my baby doing with his life.) I sigh in frustration, knowing that her mind is set on the idea of having an engagement party.

"Mère Bon, je renonce. Alors, est- ce que tout ce que vous vouliez dire?" (Alright mother, I give up. So, is that all you wanted to say?) Our conversation duration has already been a full hour. Slowly I was losing my patience, of talking to her. The urge of hanging up on her, was getting stronger by the minute.

"Je comprends, vous êtes un homme très occupé. Tellement occupé, que vous ne devez pas même le temps de reconnaître votre propre mère de temps en temps. Je viens à votre place demain, pour répondre à vos fiancé. Et il vaut mieux être là quand je viens visite." (I understand, you are a very busy man. So busy, that you don't even have time to acknowledge your own mother once in a while. I'm coming over to your place tomorrow, to meet your fiancé. And you better be there when I come to visit.) She says, and I don't care with whatever she does at this point.

"Voilà bien la mère." (That's fine mother.) I hang up, and look at the time on my phone. It's close to 6:00 p.m., I'm just going to head home now, quite exhausted from a tedious day of work. I'm actually excited to go home, able to see Renmen everyday has been my complete joy and pleasure. In fact, I'll just meet Renmen at his work instead.

"Alright Amy, goodbye. See you tomorrow." I say, while walking out the door, my slight build shaking from the cold temperature. I'm not so enthusiastic, about going to Mr. Guerriero's home. It's so uncomfortable, living in his home, I feel as if I don't belong there. But since I don't have no other choice, I must quickly get immune to living in the mansion. I notice the usual luxury car across the street, but surprised to see Mr. Guerriero leaning on the side of the car. Wondering what he's doing there, he usually is still at his office by this time. I walk quickly to the car, glancing up and quietly greeting Mr. Guerriero.

He turns his mighty body in my direction, and leans down. I flinch away, my eyes shut closed, confused at his movement. I slowly open my eyes, and see that his face is quite close to mine. His flawless face was so close, that I can smell his unique and fresh cologne. Is he trying to...Oh no, I immediately back away from him. He grumbles silently, obviously irritated with me, I look down embarrassed.

"Get in the car." He snapped bitterly. I comply, anxious that I made him angry. I hear the other passenger door slam, and it made me tremble in fear. A big sigh is formed by Mr. Guerriero, I believe he is trying to control his anger. The car starts to move.

"How was your day?" he suddenly asks me a simple question. I swear this man is bipolar, he just angrily snapped at me a couple of minutes ago. Now he is asking me how my day was, how crazy. I clumsily answer his question.

"I-It w-was fine. And y-your day?" I was at least relieved he calmed down, it's silly to get angry, just because I wouldn't allow him to kiss me. Why do I keep on constantly refusing his advances? I should just give in, and get it over with. I come with a lot of excuses, but it's getting more and more difficult to keep on thinking of excuses.

"It was going great, until my mother called. Damn, that woman can talk for ages. Well, she insists to meet you Renmen. She's coming tomorrow, and definitely planning a needless engagement party. I just want to inform you." I was utterly surprised at what he just said. Not sure on how to react about that. What if she doesn't like me, and finds it her goal to ruin my life. I can find so many reasons why she won't approve of me. It was if Mr. Guerriero was reading my mind, and said to assure me.

"I can read you like an open book Renmen, and can easily tell you're worried about the impression you will give off to my mother. Don't worry love, I'm certain she will adore you." I just nod in response

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His mother will arrive any moment, and I can't help, but to feel impatient. I just want to get the visit over with and done. I need to distract myself, so I don't drown myself with uneasy thoughts.

Maybe I can cook her some lunch, so when she arrives, she can have something to eat. I just need Helen to assist me, because I'm not quite familiar with the kitchen. I just don't want to bother her, she seems busy with her own task. Even though I still walk towards her.

"Umm...Helen." I call for her quietly, but still unsure if I should bother her.

"Yes, honey?" She replies, smiling sweetly at me.

"Oh, never mind. Sorry to bother you." I say, my clear speech proves that I'm already close to Helen. She's definitely no stranger to me anymore. Her open and warm attitude makes this place less uncomfortable. I already know a lot about her, in just these couple of weeks, like how she absolutely adores her grandkids.

"No you haven't bothered me at all. If there something you need, please tell me, I'll try to assist you in whatever you request." Helen replies, waiting for my response.

"Well, I was wondering if you can help me with cooking lunch for Mr. Guerriero's mother. Since she is coming to visit today, and I don't know the kitchen that well." I requested finally.

"That's fine, I'll love to do that. There is no problem. It's my job to help you, don't hesitate to ask me for anything." She informs me, and I say softly in return.

"Alright, I understand and thank you." We walk together to the kitchen. I still haven't figured out, what exactly I'm going to cook for lunch. Maybe Caribbean style like my mother usual cooks, not too spicy. Yes, I think I'll cook some Caribbean food. Hmm...probably something simple like chicken stew, with rice on the side.

While Helen shows me where the utensils and ingredients in the kitchen are placed, we make conversation and we cook. In about a full hour, the kitchen is filled with the rich aroma of the stew. It reminds me so much of my mom, and I instantly note to visit her again next week. I was happily stirring the stew that is almost done. Helen left me alone in the kitchen, so she can finish her earlier task. I was alone in the kitchen humming to a familiar tone, and dancing a little.

I was in my own world, definitely didn't notice Mr. Guerriero and his mother staring at me with amused expressions. Until I heard Mr. Guerriero clearing his throat, obviously trying to gain my attention their way. I jump, turning around quickly, only to see Mr. Guerriero chuckling and his mother laughing lightly. I nervous laugh slips out my mouth. I take off the apron, and place it on the marble counter.

"It smells wonderful in here. I believe you are the fiancé that my son just mentioned to me yesterday. I'm Adeline and you must be Renmen." I wasn't surprised at all, at her captivating beauty. Everything about her was lovely, from her milky smooth skin to her dazzling ocean blue eyes. I can see resemblance between Mr. Guerriero and her. Eventually I awaken from my daze, and pray that I don't stutter so much when I meet someone new.

"U-um yes. I'm Renmen, Mr. Guerriero f-fiancé. It's nice to meet you Mrs...." I wasn't able to finish my sentence, instead the enchanting voice and thick French accent of Mr. Guerriero's mother interrupted me.

"Oh please call me Mother, since we are family now. I once again have to compliment on how good it smells in here" She says, with a hint of softness in her tone of voice. Her eyes roam my features, and I can't tell what she is thinking. Her sharp gaze is quite unnerving and she is sadly taller than me, probably at least 5'8.

"T-thank you, I was in fact preparing something for you. I-It should be done, right about now. Hold on please." I make my way to the stove and turn it off. Then carrying the pots away from the stove, and placing them on the kitchen counter to cool a little bit.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. I'll be back." Says my mother-in-law. When she leaves, Mr. Guerriero, who hasn't said a single word, he moves close to me. On instinct, I back away from his close radiating warmth. What surprises me, is that he grabs my arm, resulting in impact of his muscular chest. I start to struggle, but it's futile. I inhale his own musky and alluring scent. It somehow calms me down a little bit. Unexpectedly, I feel the deep vibration of his voice, letting me know that his mouth is very close to my heated ear.

"What did I tell you about calling me Mr. Guerriero?" he says, giving me a tingling sensation on my ear. I was appalled, trembling in his arms. Heat continues to wash over my body.

"Y-you s-said, n-not t-to call you t-that." I reply, hoping that he will let go of me soon.

"Then tell me what I said to call me by." He continues to whisper softly in my ear, while we stand in the warm kitchen.

"Umm..." was all I could manage out of me.

"Come on, Renmen. Let me hear you say my name." I couldn't bring myself to say anything at this moment. My eyes tightly shut close, hoping that this was just a sick dream, that he wasn't this close to me. My legs feel like jelly right about now. I just wanted him to let go of me, because I feel that I might do something shameful if he keeps on holding me like this. I felt something soft and wet, run across the shell of my ear. Please don't let that be his tongue, I was assured when I felt a lick on my sensitive earlobe. A whimper erupted from my trembling lips, hearing myself ultimately say his name.

"N-Nicolas...P-please." I felt a smile form against my heated ear. I now felt humiliated, finding my renewed strength, I start to push him away from my trembling body. A satisfied chuckle was heard from the man who made me completely hot and bothered. I really just want to slap him, and swipe away the triumph and smug smirk on his face.

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