So she knows my real age. And she doesn't really need a daughter...
Inside the house, it was wide, and full on modern, with big glasses that shows the view outside. It was perfect for a two person to live in. I thought that rich people would buy big-ass castle even when their the only one who's living in it.
But I guess she's different. Which was expected, she had been bending my expectations ever since I got inside that van.
I followed her as she lead us to the kitchen, she gives me a glass of water and I took it but then placing it on the counter, I looked straight at her.
"Enough. I want answers." I said, crossing my arms. She stared at me for a second, her lips pressed together, then she opened her mouth to talk "I don't want a husband. But my mother had been pestering about it... About having a family."
I chuckled, well sort off, I think I like pissing her off.
Her eyes weren't in for the joke. "Why look at me like you're imagining top three weapons that people use to kill stuff?" She just rolled her eyes at my half-serious statement. "So, your mom wants you to have a husband and spend the night at your honeymoon, only for for the next day you'll reveal you're preggy?"
She nodded, taking a beer in her refrigerator. I let out an amused puff. "So what's the use of... Adopting me? While knowing well I'm freaking 21?"
"Because I wouldn't exactly adopt you, and since you're not really a teenager, there's really no need for me to take care you." She said that so easily. So it's all according to the plan huh. Right. She thinks she brought home the main important part. But I'm not easy.
"Zack genuinely thinks you're going to take care of me you know... Like giving me a future, or putting me to highschool or some shit." I said, taking the can of beer from her fingers, her face fall. "I wonder why. We both know if he knows you're actually not 18... Hmm.."
My jaw clenched. "You're not telling him anything. You don't know a shit."
She let out a slow calculating chuckle, she took a step close to me... "I don't know anything. Except... That you're lying about your age. Why is that?"
I drank the can of beer empty in one go, throwing it in the sink, her eyes followed it but it comes back to me. "I couldn't even tell it to him. You think you're so important that I'd tell it to you. I barely know you."
She nodded. "Yeah. But... Yet you're here. With a question left unanswered."
So... She's going to use that against me. Fuck.
"Fuck. You."
Her eyes sharpened, then she let out an amusing laugh. Am I really not a slight threat to her?
"Don't worry. I'd still help you out... You like writing yeah? Well you're looking at the owner of one of the best publishing books to exist."
(To be continued.)
