Chapter 3 You're Getting Married Soon

•Episode Three•

~Amelia~

"Amelia!" I heard Mom shrieked. My heart began to tremble with fear as I race out of the kitchen.

"Why is the table still empty?" She yelled, glancing at the dinning table over to my face.

"Didn't I tell you I'll be having guests over for lunch today?!"

"I'll be done.. very.. soon" I stuttered, with my eyes fixed to the floor.

"I still don't know your usefulness in this house, you know" Clare says as she walked into the dinning room.

I gulped, still looking down at the the floor.

"It's not like you're preparing meal for the whole city, yet, you're still at it and this is almost 1:00pm" She continued in her usual bossy tone.

"Just keep quiet, Clare" Callie chipped in.

"It's not like you can do anything in this house, so stop being bossy"

I slowly raised my head to watch the scene that's yet to unfold.

"And what can you do, dear sister?" Clare asked her with a sneer smile.

It feels good to watch the both fight.

"You and I both know I'm far better than you Clare, I bet the least you can ever do is to light a cooker and that's if you even know what a cooker is" Callie said with a smirk glimmered on her face.

I suppressed my lips in a tight line, bitting back my laughter- that was a low blow.

"Will you both stop it now?!" Mom shouted and I almost flinch, I have completely forgotten she was still here.

"Mom, you heard what Callie just said, didn't you?" Clare turned to Mom and said, tearfully.

I chuckled at her childish attitude.

So spoilt.

"You're still here?" Mom scowled at me.

I quickly turned around and scurried off.

This is how my life has become years ago, since the arrival of Clare and Callie. I used to be the apple of my parents eyes before they gave birth to the twins, but in a blink, everything turned upside down.

And now, I am more like a slave in the house, nobody cares about me anymore, I couldn't go to the college because my parents said they can't afford the huge fee whereas, Clare and Callie attends the best college in the country. Well I'm glad, they still gave me a roof to live under.

My life sucks a lot, believe me, I'm really tired of the unbearable torture everyday. There's nothing I do perfectly, they will always criticize me. Well, except for Callie, I must say she's a little different from them. She and Clare came out of the same womb but their behavior are so unlikely.

"What can I help with?" Callie's voice snapped me out of my thought and I turned around to see her standing at the door way, looking so beautiful.

"It's fine Callie, I'll be done in a few moments, so you don't need to help me with anything" I told her with a smile.

She rolled her eyes on me before walking into the kitchen.

She started opening the dishes I just prepared one after the other. She closed her eyes, and I giggled as I watch as she inhaled the aroma.

"This looks palatable, Amelia" She said to me and I smiled.

"Undoubtedly, you're a great cook" She complimented as she proceeded towards the washbasin.

"But I still wonder where you've learned such great skill, cause even mom is not as good as you" She whispered the last lines and I chuckled.

"It's the truth..." She continued talking and made to wash a plate, I quickly rushed to her and snatched it from her.

"I'm sorry Callie, but you can't do this" I told her in a distress tone.

She gawked at me before snatching the plate from my hand.

"You're my sister and we both share the same right in this house, so you should stop feeling inferior" She tutored, eyeing me.

Water built up in my eyes- why is she so different?

"But you still can't..."

"We still have a lot to do here Amelia, and I wouldn't want you to get a scold from Mom" She cut me off, without sparing me a glance.

A tear dropped but I quickly wiped it and left where I was standing to pick the mop, so I can start doing the cleaning.

~Alexander~

"Please..."

"Aww..."

"Don't.. stop"

My fingers were dug in her hair as I rode the bitch like a horse while her soft moans filled my ears. She steadied herself with the office table, still moaning like a pig.The final deep was deep and hard as I released everything before pulling out, breathing harshly.

I went to the restroom to run a quick rush. I returned into the office after I was done washing and surprisingly, she was done dressing up.

Whoa... Indeed she's a b*tch, a good one at that.

I walked towards the table and opened the drawer, I brought out some cash and threw it at her. She caught it and her lips went wide with smiles immediately.

"This is quite much for a stand" She said, staring at the cash in her hand.

"Yeah, you can leave now"

She came closer to me, running her eyes over my face like she's going to eat me up.

"I can't wait to have more of you inside me" She said seductively and made to touch my cock, but I quickly grabbed her hand.

"If I need you next time, then I'll call you"

She smiled.

"If you would excuse me now, I have a lot to do" I told her coldly and yanked her hand away.

"Okay then, bye" She pecked my cheek quickly before walking out of my office.

I took in a deep breath before sitting down.

Yeah

Now I can focus on work.

*****

In_the_evening.

"How was work today, son" Granny asked for the third time. I shot her a warm smile and took her hand on the table- we were both sitting across each other.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked her suspiciously and she raised her brows at me.

"How could you tell?"

"You're the only woman I grew up with, so how could I not tell when you have something important to tell me" I told her and we both chuckled.

Two maids carefully dropped two trays on the table, in front of us and bowed before walking out.

"So what is that you want to tell me, granny?" I asked her while I uncovered the mouth-watering dishes in front of me.

"Uhmmm"

"Is it something bad?"I cocked my brows at her and grabbed a flatware.

"Alexander" She called and I raised my eyebrows in response.

"You're getting married very soon" She declared and I felt a loud bang in my head.

"You say what, granny?" I asked her, probably I just heard wrong.

"You're getting married very soon dear" She repeated, shooting me her rare smiles.

"What?!" I shrieked as I adjusted on my seat.

"I'm just twenty eight years old, granny" I reminded, flatly.

"Yes son, you're getting really old, so you should get married to a beautiful damsel as soon as possible" She smiled broadly, dishing out the appetizing looking meal, but right now, I'm not hungry anymore.

"I'm still very young to get married grandma and you know that, besides, I don't even have a girlfriend and you want me to get married?" I rattled out with my heart beating tremendously.

"Girlfriend is not a problem, dear grandson"

"You can start looking for one as from tomorrow"

"No, what am I even saying, my grandson has got the perfect look, so there's no problem choosing a girl of his choice" She shot me a lopsided grin. I huffed, this is not funny.

"Granny..."

"This is not a joke, Alexander" She butts in, with an impassive face.

"I'll get you a good girl if you think to have a girl is the problem" My heart leapt immediately.

"Granny, are you really.. serious about.. this?" I stammered as my heart has become so heavy.

She rose on her feet.

"Be prepared, you're getting married anything less than two months from now" She said in a finality tone and before I could say anything, she walked out of the dinning room.

Oh no... If this is a dream I better wake up right now. I thought as I pinched my cheek really hard.

"Ouch"

"It's not a dream"

Geez!

Just shoot me.