"Mom?" Andrea said through the phone.
It's rather rare for her mother to call and base on how things are for the past days, she knew right at the sight of her mother's name flashing on her phone's screen, that what she has to say is important.
"I need you to come home, dear. You need to know everything," Pamela's melodic voice said.
"But mom, I'm on a function," Andrea said.
She looked around, it has been a week since she had last seen her parents and though, she wanted to resolve everything once and for all, her work schedule just can't make time for it.
"I need to tell you tonight, or I will never be able to," her mother insisted.
She pursed her lips, her eyes connecting with Holden, from the other side of the room. She forced a smile, she had bothered him with her personal problems and she felt bad for abusing his offer of friendship.
"Andrea, will you come?" asked Pamela.
Andrea sighed, "Yes, mom. I'll see you later,"
She hung up and immediately crossed the room full of people talking about money.
"Is there anything I could do for you, Andrea?" Holden smiled at her.
"Yes," she answered, looking him straight in the eyes.
Holden chuckled, "Okay, shoot,"
Andrea inhaled, "I know this is sudden but I really need to go talk to my mother tonight," she said, discerning Holden's sudden change of expression.
He raised his brow, "About your relationship with Lance?" Holden asked, his tone unfamiliar.
She nodded, never losing eye contact.
"But, we have plans tonight," Holden said.
Andrea's eyes widened. Oh right, she thought, biting her lower lip.
"Can I take a raincheck?" she asked, rather embarassed.
Holden pursed his lips, "Sure," he said, after a long moment of silence.
Andrea smiled, "Thank you," she said.
Andrea left the function an hour later and directly drove to her parent's home.
"Pamela, what's so wrong about our relationship it's not as if we're commiting mortal sin here," Lance protested as Pamela walked in to the room.
He had tried contacting Pamela for the last few days to talk about her issues with his new found relatonship with Andrea, but everytime she ignored him.
"Lance, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Proving to you that I love Andrea and that I'll do everything for her," he answered.
Pamela looked at him scrutinizingly, "Lance, I'll never agree with your relationship with my daughter, that I assure you will never change," she said calmly as she lopped herself down the couch.
"What happened to you, Pamela. I thought you will never get in the way when it comes to Andrea's happiness, what are you doing now?" he asked, trying to catch Pamela's eyes but she kept her gaze elsewhere.
"I'm not getting in the way of her happiness, because your relationship with her is nothing near happiness," she said.
Lance furrowed, "Haven't you seen the two of us when we're together? Isn't that enough proof that she wil be happy with me?" he asked.
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My Father's Best FriendRomance
Andrea Owen had always been a sucker for older guys; preferably handsome, tall, masculine with really light colored eyes with a dark and dangerous aura. What she does not know is that the man she had been looking for all her life had been there ever...