Page 210 of Unravelling The Beast

I glance at her with a smirk.

“Fuck no. This shit has no effect on me.”

When she looks forward with a smile, I begin to wonder whether it is nerves or just that I fucking hate doing things like this. Meeting parents or getting involved with any kind of social gathering has never been at the top of my list of things to do. Yeah, I’m doing this for Wren, but I’m also hoping to get some answers on who her dad really is too.

I open the door beside me and step out before walking around to Wren’s door and helping her out by hand.

As soon as I close the door behind her, I lock up and then slip my hand down her back until it’s placed on her peachy ass, and I give it a small squeeze while we walk toward the large, white mansion.

“Your parent’s must be in good business.”

She scoffs slightly before she responds.

“I mean, my dad is a science researcher, and my mom is a personal assistant. I suppose they don’t do too badly for themselves.”

I look down at her briefly before returning my eyes to the huge house in front of us as we walk up the long driveway toward the front door. When we’re outside the door, I remove my hand from her ass, and she takes it into hers before pressing the doorbell.

We wait in silence until I see an older woman walking towards us through the glass paneling on the door, and when she opens it, she smiles widely, and I can see straight away that it’s Wren’s mom; the resemblance is as clear as day.

She smiles between us as she speaks.

“Hey guys! Thanks for coming.”

Wren lets go of my hand and leaps toward her, wrapping her arms around her, and they embrace with a tight hug.

When they break away, they both turn to me and Wren speaks with a smile.

“Mom, this is Arlo.”

She continues to smile as she quickly extends her handto me, and I take it with a small smile.

“Nice to meet you, Arlo. I’m Hazel.”

I give a small nod but stay silent when Wren’s dad suddenly turns the corner and walks this way. As I release Hazel’s hand, I straighten myself up, keeping my eyes on him. When he hugs Wren, his eyes catch mine behind her shoulder, and when I give him a nod, he returns it in the same manner.

Wren speaks excitedly beside me.

“Thanks for inviting us!”

My eyes move to Hazel as she responds.

“Anytime! Come through to the kitchen.”

I take a brief glance around as I enter the elegant home, and as Phillip closes the door behind me, Wren takes hold of my hand again and starts to pull on it in the direction Hazel is moving and after a short distance, we’re entering a spacious, white kitchen.

“Is Lil here?”

When Phillip answers behind me, I side-eye him.

“No, she’s out tonight.”

Hazel holds her arm out, gesturing to the opposite side of the kitchen.

“Please take a seat, guys; the food is almost done.”

I shadow Wren as she moves toward a large table, admiring her ass as her hips sway in a tiny skirt. When we’re at the table, I pull out a chair for her, and she smiles brightly and flicks her curly locks behind her shoulder before sitting down as I tuck her in.

I pull out the chair beside her, take a seat and lean back, my legs spread wide with my arm resting lazily over the back of her chair.

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