She felt sick to her stomach. Not to the cuisine oh no no no, but to the hand that entwined with hers on the dinner table. She even felt his gaze when he accidentally-though to her it wasn't- touched her thigh.

"A coronel back in the old days when we used to eat war for breakfast"

"Grandpa, are you still a cononel?" Seth asked while seated on his grandfather's lap.

They all gave a hearty laughter to Seth's attempt on saying 'coronel'. Mick felt bad for her baby being laughed at. When she consented to meeting his parents she didn't think that there would be so much pretend kissing and touching, acting like some lovey duvey couple they weren't.

She remembered how Roman came up with a perfect story of how they met and fell in love at a masquerade party. He didn't leave out also how they made love at the same masquerade party they met at. This seemingly made his parents happy especially Debra Cervantes who every time she would look at Mick, it would make her feel like this special sock hung specifically at the fire place on Christmas.

Quite frankly to Mick, Debra Cervantes was a kind woman not too judgy to say the least but actually kinda nice for a mother in law. Jacob Cervantes, his father, had a big heart too one that instantly melted when Seth called him grandpa. She looked at the bully seated next to her. What turned out wrong with him?

"Quit staring at me like that" he said not meeting her eyes.

"Why shouldn't I? I mean I'm still trying to figure out whether you are adopted or their real son"

"Very funny"

She rolled her eyes then laughed Roman also joined in the laugh potraying to his parents that their love for each other was still fresh and genuine.

"Aww Jake look at them. Reminds me of us back in Paris"

Debra said her smile so bright that it made Mick feel terrible for lying to the beautiful couple.

She took a sip of the wine looking at Roman once more. He seemed calm to her not even a pang of guilt showing on his face. She observed his expression change when a man joined them on the dinner table.

"Sorry I'm late family."

She observed him. Sure he was blond in contrast to Roman but they had the same eyes only difference was that her husband's were more grey. Unlike Roman who lacked that amount of glee most men had, the man seated across her was cheerful.

He was quite familiar to her. Last time she saw him was back in their hotel. A real charmer to the ladies too, she had already smelt his kind long before Raque could fall for him. If her memory was right then the man seated across her was none other than Kevin Cervantes the world's biggest playboy.

Of course the eyes, the resemblance, Kevin and Roman were related practically cousins or brothers. Minutes later, no one acknowledged his presence not even Debra and Jacob who were so busy intrigued with their grandson. She could feel the tension in the room but she didn't want to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Roman remained quiet even after Kevin threw some jokes which she personally thought were funny. Giving up, Kevin excused himself and went to the kitchen.

Without raising any suspicions, Mick stayed a while before following him to the kitchen. She looked around and wondered where the hell he had vanished to.

"Ms Sandoval? Of all people, my brother? He must have you under a spell" he chuckled softly carrying in his hands two glasses of champagne.

"Believe me I wish I was under a spell" she said smiling back at him and taking one of the glasses off his hands.

Before he could say anything, she had already gulped down the entire thing down her throat.

"Still sarcastic I see" he managed to say uneasily taking one look at the drink in his left hand. A worried expression was all over his face and Mick suddenly became aware of how the drink left a queer taste in her mouth.

One of the of the maids came in with an angry Roman beside her.

"What did you do to her?" Roman asked coming so close to Mick who at the moment was now convinced that she had just taken a spiked drink.

"Nothing. For the first time I have done nothing" Kevin said.

Mick felt strange like the room was becoming large she almost tripped on her heels but calmly leaned on the fridge. She could hear arguing lots of arguing especially one that she was well aware of... Her husband's.

"Truth serum? And you decided to test it on my wife?"

"For the last time it was meant for Chloe! I invited her for dinner to give it to her, you and I know very well that I am not the father to her kid!"

"You gave my wife some weird holy root from a voodoo woman just to prove that Chloe's child isn't yours?"

"Again it was meant for Chloe and umm...yes?"

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