Page 11 of Dear Bad Boy Next Door
"I know it's like weirdly way too soon for me to be asking you to meet my family, but is there any chance you'd go with me."
Beck looks more awake now and doesn’t say anything.
"It's totally fine if you don't want to go. I just know my mother is going to be a nightmare, and if you are there, she might keep her claws retracted for once."
“Okay.”
"She's all bark and no bite, so—” I pause, finally registering that he’s already agreed to go. “Did you say you’d go with me?”
He laughs. “Yeah, you just breezed on by that answer. I was wondering when you were going to catch that.”
I lean in and kiss him. “Great, I’m going to go shower.”
"I'll join you," he says, jumping up.
I slap my hand on his chest to stop him. “You are going to shower at your place because I don’t trust either of us together in one shower not to get distracted.”
"But it will be a perfect distraction."
I'm tempted to take him up on his offer, but there will be plenty of time later. No amount of orgasms at this moment will be worth dealing with my mother's wrath today.
I point to the door. "You have twenty minutes before I need you back here, so we can go."
Beck looks disappointed as he tugs on his jeans.
“And if you make sure we get there on time, I will make it up to you later,” I tell him.
He doesn’t wait around another second. Grabbing the rest of his clothes off the floor and bolting out the door.
We end up only being about fifteen minutes late, and that's my fault because I made him pull over my car, so we could have a quickie before we got to my parent’s place.
As we pull up, Beck’s mouth drops open when he sees the size of my parent’s house.
“You aren’t going to back out, are you?”
He takes my hand and gives it a quick kiss. “Everything is going to be fine. There are so many people I doubt anyone will notice us here.”
I hoped he would be right, but that isn't the case when we step out onto the back patio. My mother is standing near the door, talking animatedly with some of her friends but stops when she sees me walk out holding Beck’s hand in mine.
I feel his hand squeeze mine, and I know that he's already feeling uncomfortable. I won't make him stay here too long. I just need to make an appearance and look like the happy sister of the bride.
My mother excuses herself and walks over to us. She has a smile on her face that would fool many of the people in attendance today, but I know that is her fake smile.
“Lucy, who is your friend?” she asks me, but gives Beck an appraising once over.
I know that she’s clocking the lack of designer suit he’s wearing that is slightly wrinkled from our quickie in the car.
“Hi, I’m Beck. Lucy’s boyfriend.”
Her eyes widen in shock. I know that she can't understand why someone so good-looking like Beck could ever be interested in me. It's a question I asked myself too but quickly forgot about it until now after spending the night together. Beck mumbles in his sleep, and he mentioned my name and the word "love" a few times.
“I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend,” she says, to me and otherwise ignoring Beck.
I link my arm in the crook of his elbow.
"Yes, well, I don't tell you everything going on in my life."
“That’s very clear, darling.”
