Married To The Douchebag of the Century

Chapter 11

Oh yeah, I have to meet Joshes dad. Father Castro. I frowned at the thought of shopping, and for a dress of all things. Can't I just die in a hole already? Nobody would notice if I was gone.

"I have a million dresses at home, so if you could just turn us back around and head back to school-"

"No. My dad is a billionaire. He wouldn't be impressed if you go there wearing one of your poor peoples dresses-"

"Excuse me Mr. Asshole, but what you just said could get a foot up your hole. And, my dresses are beautiful. And, I really don't care if I impress your father or not." I ended giving Josh a disappointed look. He rolled his eyes,

"Whatever. But, don't blame me when my dad confuses you for the maid." I frowned at him,

"Shouldn't your dad be in England?" I asked frowning slightly. It's only natural that his dad be in England, right? Josh frowned,

"He's flying down to meet you." He said, and that's when the nerves set in. He flew down here? To meet me? Goody-Goody Charlotte? And to think, all of this happened just because of a bet. Damn.

"Just turn around and head to my house. I can't believe you got me out of school for this. You.....you...turkey." I finished, thinking about turkey. I need food! Josh turned his head towards me and raised an eyebrow,

"Did you just call me a turkey? Either you're hungry, or you need to work on your insults." Josh said looking at me with an amused grin. I rolled my eyes,

"Of course Im hungry. You decided to kidnap me when lunch started. Which means Im not eating right now. Which means Im hungry." I summed up lightly touching my grow king stomach. Josh looked over at me for a second before he turned in a different direction. I frowned,

"Where are we going?-"

"Just sit back. And enjoy the ride, cupcake." I frowned but sat back in my seat. Cupcake? Was I just called cupcake? Seriously, me a cupcake? Do I look like a sugar-coated dessert to you?

After what seemed like forever, and I mean forever, even though it was just five minutes we stopped outside of a diner. I raised an eyebrow at Josh and he just smirked at me,

"What? You said you were hungry. Just think of this as a date." A date? With Josh? Okay....

I slowly got out of the car, and followed Josh into the diner. He held the door open for me, which really surprised me. Was Josh actually being a gentleman? Or, am I hallucinating. Because, it wouldn't be the first time.

We sat at a table and immediately an older lady walked up to us, with a smile on her face. She handed is menus,

"There ya go. You guys don't really look familiar. First time in town?" She asked and I shook my head no. Josh decided to answer for the both us,

"No, but first time at this place. It's our first date." Josh said, and I blushed. I hate to admit it, but the word date sounded so sexy with his accent. Phew, I need to calm down.

"Aw. You guys are so cute. And trust me, I'd know a cute couple anywhere." By now, my cheeks were a crimson red. I smiled at her, and she winked back. Josh just sat there, smirking at me. Our eyes connected, and we just sat there staring at each other. The waiter cleared her throat,

"Okay, can I get you guys something to drink? To eat?" I quickly opened the menu, thankful for a distraction. Did Josh and I just share a moment? I quickly dismissed the thought. Josh and I don't have moments.

Well, there was that time when Josh kissed me on the cheek the day he met my family. Or, that time when we basically held hands when he told mom his mom died. Maybe, underneath all that asshole-ness, Josh is just a lonely guy in need of love and maybe friends.