Unclaimed Love by E.J Belle (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

appropriate especially when we are in a public place. But I really didn't care what was appropriate and what wasn't. But then again I was seventeen so what could you expect?

 

"Oh really now are you jealous?" Aidan teased.

 

"You can't say that to me!" Damian growled out. Okay somebody is in a very bad mood.

 

"Oh somebody is on their period." Aidan joked.

 

"Shut up! Aidan play nicely and you bastard shut the fuck up!" Mr Thompson said before I got to witness him slapping Damian across the face.

 

I watched Damian rub his sore cheek that had turned red from the hard slap. I couldn't help but feel angry at the fact that he had received a slap from Mr Thompson. What sort of father was he? No parent should ever hit their children no matter what age they are. Not to mention in front of guests! But then again Damian was a servant. But for some odd reason, I felt as if Mr Thompson had lied to my mother because if Damian was really a servant then why was he here? Why had he dressed up so smartly? But then again I have no proof to say Damian was related to Aidan, perhaps they weren't perhaps he was just a servant. I didn't know.

 

"Now let's get down to business." Mr Thompson announced.

 

"Yes of course." My father agreed.

 

"Now I would like it if the wedding would take place in three weeks time." He exclaimed.

 

"With all due respect Mr Thompson we would like to be able to celebrate our daughter's birthday next month. Would it not be possible to postpone the wedding until after her eighteenth birthday?" My mother explained.

 

"Insolence Mr Jenkins you would do well to teach your wife to hold her tongue in another man's presence." Mr Thompson exclaimed.

 

"Please dear, please let me handle this." I heard my father ask my mother politely.

 

"Now as I was saying, I have changed my mind now it will be two weeks time that the wedding will take place." My eyes widened at that. Two weeks no way!

 

"Very well, two weeks is good enough for us and Allie." My father pissed me off at that stage.

 

"Has everyone forgotten that I am listening to this conversation and I have not had a saying in it? Or am I all of a sudden invisible and no longer existing here." I folded my arms unimpressed with everyone at this table.

 

"Allie you cannot say that." I heard Damian speaking again.

 

"Gee all of a sudden I have a new brother to tell me what I can and cannot say." I said sarcastically.

 

"Mind your attitude Allie." He told me off again.

 

"Hmm very good Damian, you certainly know how to handle this feline." He patted Damian on the shoulder.

 

"The name is Allie, not feline." I gritted my teeth.

 

"So what films do you like?" Aidan decided to try and ease the tension.

 

"All sorts apart from scary movies." I replied.

 

"Oh it is a scary movie, I'm afraid." He decided to say in one of those silly voices just to tease me again.

 

Honestly if I didn't know any better I would say he was doing this deliberately just to annoy me. I wish I could put a bucket over his head just to get him to stop teasing me. As for Damian I didn't know why he was continuing to look at me, did he have some sort of staring problem? I had to admit though, he was nice looking, actually very nice looking. His light hazel brown eyes were enhancing I couldn't explain why though.

 

He continued to smile showing off his pearly white teeth. In fact they were so white I could almost say that they looked as if he had bleached them. But then again I don't know if he does or not.

 

"So what kind of music do you like? Allie?" Aidan questioned me making me break all contact with Damian.

"All kinds except artists like Lady Gaga and shit like that." I said.

 

"Don't swear!" Aidan told me off this time.

 

"I can swear if I want to." I commented back.

 

"Allie you can't say that." Damian growled out.

 

"I agree with Damian you can't swear. After all Allie we did not bring you up to be rude." My mother reminded me.

"Can we please get back to the subject?" Mr Thompson butted in.

 

"Of course we can. Mr Thompson." My father sounded guilty.

 

"Now I would like it if the wedding would be held in the church near to where my home is." He exclaimed.

 

"And who will I be marrying?" I said frustrated with this conversation.

 

"You'll find out next week." He stated.

 

"I would prefer to be told now." I stated.

 

"You will find out next week." He demanded.

 

"What day?" I wanted to know.

 

"Friday, you will find out." He gritted out his teeth.

 

I disliked this man with a passion, on one hand Aidan was grinning at me, and then on the other hand Damian was staring at me with a bigger grin on his face. Seriously why do both of these men have to be so strange and yet so handsome? Aidan was sociable but there was something about Damian that I couldn't put my finger on.

 

Why was he staring at me with a huge grin on his face? Why was he rude towards me? But not in the same way as Mr Thompson was. Was he really a servant? Something told me differently but I didn't know. He was very handsome though, in fact he was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen in my seventeen years of being alive.

 

"Why not today?" I asked.

 

"Allie: that is none of your business." Damian responded.

 

He was really pissing me off; in fact all three men were annoying me. I couldn't ask this, I couldn't ask that. Honestly it was as if I was in school and I had to act all grown up. This was awful. Thank goodness Damian wasn't related to me. Whoever I am to be married to, I hope it is not either one of these men especially Damian even if he is a gorgeous looking man.

 

I couldn't possibly like Damian. I mean fair enough both men are really handsome but to like them as in 'like, like' would just be wrong. There would be no way that I would be getting married to either one of them.

 

"I want to know now who I am getting married to." I banged my fists on the table.

 

"Allie where are your manners?" My mother shouted at me.

 

"Oh for fuck sake, shut up! You will find out soon." Mr Thompson shouted.

 

"I want to know now." I demanded.

 

"Shut up!" Mr Thompson banged his fists on the table this time.

 

"Hi there may I take your order?" A girl came over.

 

"My diet is ruined." My mother said out of the blue.

 

I was soon elbowed on my arm by my father; he did that when he was in a bad mood or when he was angry with me.

I made a face towards my dad before turning around only to see Damian rolling his eyes up at me. What is his problem now?

I cursed silently underneath my breath; I turned to face the waitress that had come over. She looked really pretty in my opinion; she had long red auburn hair tied back in a large ponytail, light emerald green eyes and pale skin. She stood at the height of five ft six. She wore nothing special, just her uniform. Her uniform actually looked nice. She wore a white- short sleeved buttoned up dress that rested at her knees. She also wore an orange apron, and had a name badge on her dress with her name on it.

 

Carissa was her name.

 

"Yes may I have a tiger beer? Please." I heard Aidan order.

 

"Sure: and you madam?" She asked me slightly blushing in the process.

 

"Am I'll have an apple juice? Please." I responded.

 

She smiled writing down the order before turning to Damian, only to blush even more when she made eye contact with him. Someone definitely has a crush on this male. I thought doing my best not to chuckle at my little conclusion.

 

"Hmm, I'll have an apple juice too." He said grinning cheekily.

 

He's such a copycat why couldn't he have ordered something different? How old is he anyway? I shook the thought off from my mind, I didn't care how old he was, and he looked about twenty or twenty two even.

 

As if reading my mind, he started to rest his chin on one of his hands, before speaking to me again.

 

"Do you like apple juice?" Such: a random question. I thought

 

"Yes I like apple juice, do you?" I questioned him.

 

"I love apple juice." He answered truthfully.

 

When our drinks had finally arrived after five minutes of waiting, we ordered our food. But unlike some restaurants that are very good with the service, we ended up waiting for forty five minutes and still our food had not arrived yet.

 

"I wish they would hurry up with my god damn meal! My staff at home: are better than these brats of rats." Mr Thompson started to complain again.

 

"I'm sure it will be here soon." I said.

 

"Nobody told you to speak feline." He still continued to call me that.

 

"Mr Thompson, my name is Allie." I told him.

 

"Shut up!" He scolded at me.

 

I stayed silent why did I have to be here? I sighed before seeing Mr Thompson march over towards one of the waiters.

I was actually surprised that none of the waiters or waitresses had come over to keep it down or to ask us to leave due to all of the commotion that had been happening at our table.

 

Eventually all of us ended up leaving due to the fact that we didn't get any dinner. Perhaps it was because most of the waiters and waitresses were scared to come over. If that was the reason, then I couldn't really blame them but I was hungry.

 

As we left the restaurant I couldn't help but ask Mr Thompson one more time the question that needed answering.

 

"Please tell me who I will be marrying." I pleaded.

 

"This is the last time I am going to be saying this, you will find out next week." He barked.

 

I watched him leave with Aidan. But it wasn't long until I felt a hand pinching my neck; I turned around only to see Damian walk off.

"What was that for?" I questioned

 

He didn't answer; all he did was turn around to give me a cheeky grin.

 

For some odd reason, his hand had left a tingly feeling in my neck; it was as if he was trying to tell me something.

 

For all I knew, he could've been the man that I was supposed to marry. But who knows, I'm seventeen years old, far too young to be getting married.

 

But then again as I decided to stroke my neck I couldn't help but notice that it was warm, Damian must have really warm hands.

 

I couldn't help but smile faintly at that thought. I still couldn't help but wonder who I was going to marry. And what had started off to be the worst night of my life had turned into a night of curiosity, this was after all our first meeting and what could I say? This had been a meeting that I would never forget.

 

Chapter Four Advice

 

When we returned