Chapter 2 Meeting Her

Trevor was beyond lucky for living his life without the prediction of our parents. In my twenty-five years of existence, I've been obeying our parent's decisions even if it's against my will, but still, I follow them. Even in my marriage life, they are the ones who chose who will be my fiance and soon to be my wife.

"Your Dad was looking for Trevan; I've just said Trevan was on his gig."

Mom said while I was here on our terrace, drinking some tequila.

"Sorry, mom, I can't even convince Trevan of what you want."

I said.

She sat beside me and grabbed my wine glass.

"Stop drinking, and it's not healthy."

She stopped me from drinking, but I took the wine glass back at me.

"Let me drink it, and it is just my only freedom in this home."

I couldn't stop reasoning since I was stating the fact.

She let out a heavy sigh.

"I am sorry, Trevan, you've been tired of obeying us, especially your Dad. It was for all your own good sake. I am also grateful that you're not hard-headed, unlike Trevor."

She said.

"Let's not talk about him and let him do whatever he wants. We can't please him."

I suggested, and Mom nodded.

"Anyway, Fix yourself. We will meet the Greyson family in their house."

Mom said that made me fall from the chair.

"Do you mean we will meet the Family Greyson? Including Samantha, right?"

Why out, of a sudden does she want me to meet Samantha?

"Hurry up and wear your most elegant suit. By the way, it's 6:00 p.m., so it's a good time to have dinner with them. I also texted Samantha's father about it."

I don't have any choice, so I'll do it. I am going to take a risk because Risk is better than regrets.

I'll trust their plan for me.

After an hour, we finally arrived at Greyson's mansion.

Dad was smiling while we were entering the big gate of the mansion, while Mom was asking me if I was good.

"They're quite a wealthy family, huh."

I whispered to myself.

"Trevan, be polite and don't give Samantha your cold attitude."

Dad reminded me, and I smiled at him.

[Inside of the mansion of Greyson]

They are indeed a wealthy family from the giant gate until here inside of their mansion.

"Good evening Mr. Alex Greyson."

I greeted him with a genuine smile.

"Likewise, my future son-in-law. Nice meeting you."

He uttered and offered me to shake hands.

After the greeting, we proceeded to their dining area, and as I expected, their dining room seemed so large. It has a simple yet good-looking design.

"Have a seat Troy, Tricia, and Trevan."

He offered us a seat.

I was about to ask Dad where the daughter of Mr. Troy Greyson but suddenly, Mr. Greyson called one of their maids, and he commanded her to call Samantha, but out of nowhere, something bright idea came into my mind.

"Can I accompany her to call Samantha?"

I asked Mr.Greyson, and he said.

"Yes, thank you, Trevan."

I also saw mom and Dad smiling. I guess this kind of treatment they want me to do with Samantha.

As I walked with their maid upstairs, I didn't see any family picture in their living room or beside their staircase. I am wondering what kind of family they are.

After several steps on their stairs, we stopped at a large black door, and I smiled for a moment at what I'd read. "Do not disturb."

So her room has signage huh as if she's a busy person.

I was about to knock on her door when the maid warned me.

"You can't disturb her right now, and I guess she's writing a song."

I looked at the maid and asked her.

"Is she a composer?"

And the maid nodded.

But she needs to open the door and have dinner with us since it's a family dinner.

I held the doorknob, and it was not locked, so I entered her room.

I was astonished after I entered her room. I don't know what you can call it, but her room isn't typical. It is fucking unique. Her room was filled with musical instruments and albums that were hung. She reminds me of my brother, who is also in love with the music industry.

I was about to touch one of the guitars but suddenly

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

I was startled when she tapped my back, and I almost threw her guitar.

As I turned my back to her, I was amazed by her gorgeous face and her curly hair made her stunned.

Oh fuck, what do I expect? No wonder why she's one of the models of Victoria's Secret.

"It seems like you were amazed by my gorgeous looks. Be careful, sweetie; you might fall with me."

She said and walked away.

What the fuck she have said?! I followed her, and she was wearing pajamas and a black t-shirt. Is she insane?

Oh fuck, why should I overthink about her?

[Dining area]

All of them were staring at her, and I am sure they wondered why Samantha was wearing those pajamas.

"Sammy, why you didn't wear formal attire?"

His Dad said, but she didn't answer. Instead, she sits beside his Dad and puts some food on her plate.

"Anyway, let us start eating and discuss their engagement party."

Dad said, and I almost dropped my utensils on the floor.

Why do they seem so excited?

"Introduce yourself to them."

Mom whispered at me.

I cleared my throat first.

"Good evening Mr. Alex Greyson and my dear gorgeous lady Samantha Greyson. I am Trevan Scott, twenty-five years old and at the age of nineteen I already start to manage our businesses until now. Dad already told me about this fixed marriage with Ms. Samantha, and obviously, I am here in front of you to agree with it."

I introduced myself to them, and I noticed Samantha was staring at me, and she was fucking smiling.

"So Trevan is the name, huh. By the way, I'm Samantha Greyson; we're the same age."

She shortly introduced herself.

"So, Alex and I already build your own house together, and you will move there once you are finally married."

Dad uttered.

"How about their engagement party?"

Mom asked them.

Could somebody get away from me in this kind of position? I am stuck with their dumb determinations.

"Excuse me, Dad and Mr. and Mrs. Scott, can I have a discussion with your son for a while privately?"

Samantha asked them.

What's going on in her mind right now?

She seems unreadable.

"Enjoy your time."

Her Dad said.

She's walking fast the time I stand up, and I am here like an asshole following her.

But I am amazed we're here in their backyard.

There's a tree house, and I was about to climb it up, but she freaking hit me.

"No trespassing,"

She uttered and sat on the grass as if it was clean.

I stand up in front of her while staring at her with no emotions.

I don't need to show my emotions to her, especially between her and me.

"All the good things must come to an end, but guess what? It was just the beginning of your miserable life HAHAHAHA. You should enjoy your freaking single life because sooner or later, you wouldn't enjoy your life with me. You know what? I'm done obeying him, but I wasn't surprised that Dad fucking fixed this nonsense marriage."

She was ranting on me as if we were close, tsk.

"As if I care?"

I coldly answered.

She rolled her eyes and threw her slippers on me.

"You're fucking rude!"

She's yelling at me.

"Are you a legitimate model of Victoria's Secret?"

I frankly asked her.

"Hey, are you a stalker? Why did you know?"

She was surprised by what I said.

"Excuse me; I'm too attractive just to be your stalker."

I reason out. She's overreacting again.

"Wow, you don't look even attractive, unlike other businessmen of our same age."

She's been comparing me, huh.

I sat beside her and leaned closer to her.

I can barely hear her breath, and I look straightly at her eyes down to her lips. I'm just trying to give her a lesson.

"Now tell me I ain't attractive."

I whispered.

But she can't even look at me, and she pushes me slowly as if she was strength rather than me.

"Anyway, why are you here with your parents? It looks like you're excited to meet me, huh."

She changed the topic HAHAHAHA.

"Don't say as if I'm interested in you. Remember, I will marry you for the sake of my Dad's last wish."

I've said that suddenly her facial reaction became in serious mode.

"So Mr. Troy Scott is dying? Since I was a kid, you know what? Your Dad was always with my father. They have been best friends since then. Your Dad is a great man, and I adore him for being a responsible father to you and your family."

Why does she adore my Dad?

"Not everything you see was true. What you see isn't enough; you said that because you are not in my position as a son of him."

I sat on the grass with her, and a question ran through my head.

I badly want to ask her.

I let out a heavy sigh before asking her.

"Sam."

"Don't call me Sam, weren't closed."

See how rude she is.

"You don't have nothing to do about it. If you don't mind, I'm curious about your mom. I haven't seen her inside of your home. Where she is?"

I asked her out of curiosity.

She tied her hair, and I saw a birthmark on her neck; I won't be denied how gorgeous she is even though she's skinny, but still, she's sexy.

"She's gone."

She uttered while not looking at me.

"What do you mean by?"

I asked

"She died because of cardiac arrest. I was a freshman in college, and Dad called me because Mom was dead on arrival. There are no words to explain how miserable I am during that time. My world collapsed when mom died. And you know what most broke me?"

I am not used to hearing some rants from other people, but I guess I should learn how to, especially since Samantha seems like have lots of rants in her life.

I look at her and ask.

"What is it?"

"Since mom perished, Dad didn't care about me at all. He became a workaholic. He doesn't even care that I'm existing."

She uttered, and she's teary-eyed.

I took my handkerchief out of my pocket and gave it to her, but she just raised her brows.

"What's for that handkerchief?"

She dumbly asked.

"Your tears will fall, just let them and use my handkerchief to wipe your tears. Don't worry, and it's clean."

I said, and she just took it. See, we can quickly get along.

"I apologize for using your handkerchief. But back to the story, Dad didn't care about me, and months passed. I was happy when your Dad, Uncle Troy, always pays a visit to the house. He was the one who talked to me, supported me in writing a poem, writing my own composed of songs, and mostly your Dad was there to attend my first gig in the event at our School. I am beyond grateful for your Dad."

I was little hurt by how she told me how good my Dad was to her; I hadn't seen Dad that he attended one of Trevor's gigs. Even mine, I also have a passion for the music industry, I used to sing before, but Dad told me to stop my career in singing.

"Are you still grateful to my Dad after discovering that you will marry me, even though we don't know each other and didn't even love each other?"

I asked her since some women are not used to it, and I am sure she won't agree with it.

She looks at me, and she smiles bitterly.

"It's a different situation, and yes, I am still grateful to him. Significantly I am aware that he has cancer. Dad also begged for me to marry you. You should be happy that I am your future wife HAHAHAHHAHA."

After she cried, now she's freaking laughing out loud.

I ignored her and left her in their backyard. It seems she's been talking too much. I guess she's a person who has lots of problems. Now I know that she's been craving the love from her Dad. I don't know if it is right to marry a woman who has a lot of drama in her life, but I am already here, so there's no turning back, but my mind says that I should find a reason to do so after the wedding I'll file a divorce.