Mother-Daughter Duo
Serene’s POV
The kiss was shuttering, and I liked it. What is going on with me? Is he really into me, or was it the other way around? I looked at him as we ate, and he seemed at ease and unbothered by the kiss. How can he be like that when I feel my knees weakening?
“You have to eat a lot,” he said, and he put some food on my plate and then poured some orange juice into my glass. He was about to put some more on my plate when I stopped him.
“Wait up,” I said with a hand signal. He looked at me confused, so I told him, “You don’t need to do that.”
“Why are you feeling uncomfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, I mean no.”
“What is it, really?”
“I don’t eat a lot.” I just told him.
“From now on, when we are eating together, you have to eat a lot,” he said, and he continued putting some food on my plate. Then we ate. Every time it looked like I was about to finish, he would add more.
“You’re just doing this, so I won’t finish yet and stay with you until you’re done,” I told him, and he smiled.
“You got me there,” he replied after he swallowed the food that was in his mouth. I rolled my eyes at him and heard him chuckle.
“What?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You’re chuckling.”
“Because you look beautiful when you roll your eyes at me,” he replied casually, and I couldn’t help but feel my face turn red. “What? Are you not accustomed to receiving flattery? he inquired.
“I don’t allow my men to talk to me about that or that way,” I replied, and he looked at me, raising his eyebrows.
“Your men?” he asked, and I nodded.
“How many men are we talking about here?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I know their names when I see them,” I replied.
“Are you still seeing your men now that we are married?” he asked, and I felt like he was getting angry.
“Yes, of course. Why would I stop seeing them?” I replied, and now he was glaring at me.
“You know you’re married.”
“Yes, but I have things that I need to tell them to do.”
“Like what?”
“It’s like getting some information about a particular person, killing someone, and the like,” I replied.
“Oh, you mean men working for you?” He asked, smiling,
“Yes, why is there anything else that I need them for?” I was confused. I told him about asking my men to kill, and it did not bother him; he was thinking more about “my men” than what I asked them to do for me. Is he for real?
“Nothing. If that is only for those things, then I have no more questions, ” he said, and we continued eating.
The next morning, as he already knew, I went to see my friend. He was a frustrated fashion designer, but he lacked the talent when I had it but lacked the passion, so I made him my assistant. He was the one who was facing everyone who needed to talk to me as a designer. My grandparents didn’t let me grow up uneducated. They believe that, as a leader, I should be smart as well.
My mom was a designer; she used her talent for the jewelry company she founded, but my greedy father betrayed and fooled her. I was a well-known fashion designer, and only my grandparents and people who were close to me knew about that. One of the funds that the organization took was from my boutique called “Philip Einspein.” A well-known luxury clothing brand and I am known as Philip Einspein, the designer.
“Boss, I’m at school now.” Philip, my assistant, will be coming with me. Yes, I derived my pseudonym from him because I didn’t want to get any attention. Philip is transgender, and he is the best when it comes to managing the boutique. He, Enzo, Patt, and Princess, the maid that I requested Alex to hire. Princess is a woman who doesn’t want to be treated as such, but she doesn’t mind me calling her princess. She acted like a man, but she said she was 100% feminine.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“OK, let’s meet in the parking lot and come together,” I replied and ended it. Enzo was driving, and I don’t believe Alex was telling the truth when he said he had stopped asking someone to follow me, as I could see a car following us behind.
“It’s me,” Alex said when I answered his call.
“So?” I asked as well, trying to be natural.
“I called to say I had you followed. It’s a black SUV, and they will be around you, so get used to it.” He informed me.
“Why?”
“For your safety, where else?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know, but they are for when you can’t,” he replied.
“I thought you had already stopped it.” I reminded him.
“Yes, but I changed my mind. I didn’t want anything to happen to you because I wanted to kiss you again the way I kissed you yesterday.
“Whatever.” I just replied because he reminded me of the kiss that we shared. Another is that I had a feeling that he would still insist, and I didn’t want to talk over the phone when I was in the car. I feel dizzy when I do that.
“Good, take care,” he said and hung up. I don’t understand him. Is he that eager to make our marriage work? For me, it was fine like this. We don’t argue, we don’t have any issues, and we don’t fight because of money like other married couples do.
We reached the school, and I saw Philip, and he rushed towards me. “Everything is ready in the auditorium,” he informed me, and I nodded at him, smiling. We headed to the venue, and the faces of Daisy and Mavie welcomed me. They were glaring when they saw me, but it didn’t matter to me at all.
‘What could these idiots do here?’ This thought piqued my interest and brought some excitement to my day. I never thought that there would come a time when we would be in the same place. There’s no way that Mavie and I had the same level of intelligence because I was way superior to her.
Daisy was just like her daughter-all talk and no intelligence at all. They were a duo who couldn’t even answer a simple question. I admire their acting skills, though. I was smirking as we approached them.
I am confident, not because I know myself, but because I am with Philip Einspein, the judge of the competition. There’s no way that I am going to let them bully me. Although I’m the real Philip Einspein, my friend Philip acted the part well.
I thought the competition was going to be interesting, but this mother and daughter’s presence made it even more interesting.