Iris
~~~I hope I don't mess up. "So sir..." I say as I make eye contact with Rhys. "I was going to Paris for a figure skating competition and Rhys went there for a business meeting," I say confidently.
His father nods. "One day I was really exhausted from training so I went to a bakery," I say. "And so did I," Rhys says confidently.
"Let Iris speak, hmm?" his father chuckles. "Whatever," Rhys mutters. "So anyways, I wanted to order a coffee, but the problem was, I didn't speak French," I lie.
His father listens attentively as he eats his dinner. This is going well. "Rhys was behind me in the queue, and he noticed I was having trouble communicating with the cashier," I say.
"Yes and then?" says his father. "Well Rhys told the cashier what I wanted, in French," I say. Rhys nods proudly. "We then made eye contact and we felt and instant connection," I lie.
I'm good at this lying thing. "So after we both our items, Rhys asked me out," I say. "And of course I said yes! He was so sweet and loving," I lie. "Exactly," Rhys says.
"That's beautiful," his father says. Wow he actually believed us. That was extremely unexpected. "You know what they say. Paris is the city of love," I chuckle.
"Indeed it is," his father nods with a smile. From the corner of my eye I see Rhys smiling. "Iris, what about your parents?" his father asks.
"Uhm..." I pause and look down. I don't like talking about my parents. "Yes?" he says . "Father don't pressurize her," Rhys says. "No it's alright," I say.
"My father passed away, soon after my mother got addicted to drugs and she also passed away. So I live with my sister," I sigh. Rhys looks at me, wide eyed. We've barely spoken about our parents before.
"Speaking of parents," his father says with a smile. "Today is Rhys's mother's 16 year death anniversary!" he says enthusiastically. "F-father don't talk about that," he mutters.
I can see him getting angry. "S-so your wife p-passed away 16 years today," I ask softly. "Oh no! Rhys's first mother. I remember how they told me the way she died," he says with no guilt whatsoever.
First mother? What the f*ck was he talking about. "Don't f*cking talk about my mother," Rhys tells his father coldly. "I bet she was a bad person, to just be killed like that," he continues and starts to laugh.
"Don't f*cking talk about my mother like that!" he shouts and stands up from his chair. He opens the back door. "Eat f*cking dinner yourself, I'm not hungry," he says as he goes into the backyard and slams the door behind him.
What the f*ck is going on. "I didn't mean to do that," his father mutters guiltyly. I have to find out what's truly wrong. I run outside into the rain to comfort him.
(Thank you to my bestfriend Aveera for helping me with the meeting scenario 😭)
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Heart of Ice
RomanceIris, a sunshine girl who's passionate about figure skating. Rhys, a grumpy, cold, CEO who behaves as though he hates everyone. When the two unexpectedly meet, both their lives change. They both work hand in hand to help each other with their own pr...