Page 30 of Privileged Love: A BWWM Romance

“What is it, Honey?” Mom grabs my hand, and I swallow down the last of my wine.

“I’m—”

“Harper? Mrs. and Mr. Price?” I turn to see Marcel.

“Pull up a chair, Son,” Dad offers.

“Don’t mind if I do.” The bullfrog is back.

“Actually I’d like to have this conversation with you guys alone,” I insist.

“Oh, Harper, stop being a brat,” Marcel jokes with a greedy look on his beady face. He sits in the empty chair next to me. My folks ask about his parents and his work at the law firm. How did I think for a moment about tying myself to this guy? I must have been deaf, dumb, and delirious.

“Yeah, I recently made partner.”

“Congrats, Son. Glad to hear it. You about ready to turn this thing into something serious?” Dad glances between us. He always liked Marcel, but I love Liam.

“Dad, Mom—”

“I’m trying, Sir,” he cuts me off, and I kick him under the table.

“Mom, Dad, I’m engaged.” I blurt it out.

“When?” Dad’s face hits the floor.

“To Marcel?” Mom’s eyes go straight to my ringless left hand.

“No, to me.”

Chapter 15

Liam

I saw Harper the moment she entered the restaurant. What are the chances we’d select the same spot? Glenda saw her too. My hope dwindling by the second.

“What are you thinking, Liam?”

“I’m about to cut that dude’s arm off.” I see the tension in Harper’s posture from here.

“That sounds pleasant.”

I cut my eyes towards her. “She’s supposed to tell her parents about our engagement tonight, and now she’s with him.” Picture perfect. A picture I obviously don’t fit in or else I’d be over there and not here.

“You don’t know that. All we can see is the back of her head.”

“And his arm on the back of her chair. Let’s get out of here.”

“Liam, you can’t leave like this.”

“Glenda, I took your advice, and it’s an epic fail. I’m in love with a woman who’s either with some other dude or too scared to tell her parents about me.”

“Or she just needs time. You’re always a hot head. Chill out. Trust her.”

“How much time? I’m giving her all I have, and if it’s not enough, I need to move on. Let’s go.”

Glenda stands, I don’t let the disappointment in her eyes deter me. I told Harper where I stand, what I expect, and I’m not down for the fuckin’ heartbreak. I toss a tip on the table.

I grip the back of Glenda’s chair to help her up. She stands in front of me placing a hand on my chest. “For me, Liam, go over there. Not as a hot head, but as a friend, as the man who loves her. Please.”

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