Chapter 140: Meeting The Parents (Part-1) (1/2)

[This is awkward.]

Yeah…

Currently, I am sitting inside a car along with the Bailey family— going to their house. Mr. Bailey is driving in utter silence, while I am sitting in the passenger seat beside him. Mrs. Bailey and Kate are sitting behind us.

Obviously, this seating arrangement was decided by Mr. Bailey— no one else had a say in it. But I don’t mind this at all. In fact, I couldn’t be happier about it.

At least I don’t have to sit with Mrs. Bailey. She really creeped me out earlier at school…

[Wait, you shouldn’t judge her by that, buddy. Maybe touching someone’s ass is not that big of a deal to her. For all we know, it can be like a greeting or some shit! I think you should grope her ass as well and see how she reacts.]

… Yeah, and then get my hand ripped off by her monster-like husband, right? No, thanks.

Anyway, I clearly saw the change in her expression at that moment. I can tell that she knew what she was doing. And well, that’s not all, is it? She’s literally fucking staring at me right now through the rear-view mirror.

[…]

[Okay, I cannot defend this woman anymore. What would you do now? Give in and fuck her? She’s quite hot, not gonna lie.]

Are you crazy!? She’s Kate’s mother! And the wife of this giant next to me! He will fucking eat me alive if he finds out!

I can just hope that she doesn’t do anything like that again…

[Tch, what a bummer.]

“We’re here,” Mr. Bailey suddenly grunts, stopping next to one of the big houses in a suburb area.

Mrs. Bailey, Kate, and I step out of the car, heading inside the house. Mr. Bailey also follows behind after parking the car in the garage.

“I will bring water for everyone,” Mrs. Bailey says once we all settled inside the cozy-looking living room.

“No need for that. You’re not thirsty, are you brat?” Mr. Bailey asks coldly.

Here we go again…

“No,” I answer with a forced smile.

“Good. And neither are—”

Thump

“But I am!” Kate says, standing up while stomping her feet.

She was already annoyed because Mr. Bailey talked so rudely to me, and he’s just making it worse. Glaring daggers at him, she makes her way to the kitchen, bringing back a tray full of water glasses.

“I am sorry, Jacob. Even if you’re not thirsty, drink some for me,” Kate whispers apologetically, presenting the tray to me.

I give her a nod, taking the glass. She serves water to Mrs. Bailey as well and takes a glass for herself— conveniently skipping her father.

Mr. Bailey harrumphs, looking at me as if it’s my fault that he didn’t get any water.

“Alright, enough formalities. Let’s get straight to the point now,” he says, his voice sounding even deeper for some reason.

Enough formalities? Seriously?

“Before lunch, my wife and I would like to speak to you privately. You don’t mind, do you?” he asks right up.

“No, absolutely not,” I answer confidently.

I saw this coming a mile away…

“Good. Mila, you want to go first?” He asks Mrs. Bailey.

“Sure, why not? Come on, Jacob. Let’s head upstairs and talk,” she says without giving it a second thought.

Wait a second…

“Both of you are going to talk to me separately?” I ask, surprised.

“Yup, one of us will have to make sure that Kate doesn’t sneak up and listen to our conversation, right? She will definitely do that if left unchecked,” Mrs. Bailey answers with a chuckle.

… Shit.

Gorilla is still fine, I am actually scared to be alone with Mrs. Bailey.

Looking sideways, I see Kate giving me a small thumbs up and mouthing the words “best of luck”.

Yeah, I need a shit-ton of luck right now…

Reluctantly, I stand up and follow behind Mrs. Bailey. Climbing up the stairs, we walk to the room that’s farthest away and enter inside.