Unwanted Love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: Meeting day!

Maria's POV

So today is the day. The day where I'll be meeting my apparent fiancé: The infamous Luke Sanchez. Well, at least that's what my parents said his name was.

Footsteps sound from the staircase from outside my bedroom and I scramble to get my dress on. It's a simple short, poofy blue dress. It isn't too short, though. It's only at my knee. There's no way in hell I'll be trying to get any first-time action today from Luke, or forever for that matter.

"Hey, Hun." My mom peaks her head in through the door and smiles when she sees me standing here in the dress I picked out. "You look beautiful as always, my girl. Luke is very lucky to have you."

I don't even bother say thank you or even return the smile. I simply stand there with quite obvious anger plastered on my face. "When are they arriving?" I ask her, turning my back to her to go and look out of my bedroom window.

She sighs. "Any minute now. Why don't we go down stairs into the dining hall, hm?" I turn and see her standing close to me with her arm extended out for me to hold it. I walk past her and continue my way down to the main level without her even beside me.

As I sit there in the living, my mother comes scurrying in after me. "Honey, you can talk to me. How are you feeling?" she questions me, making it so much more difficult to withstand her. But I don't this time, I crack into pieces right in front of her.

Angrily, I stand from my chair. "WELL WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK MOM? BECAUSE I AM FAR FROM BEING EVEN REMOTLEY HAPPY ABOUT ANY OF THIS. I'M FURIOUS. SO. FUCKING. ANGRY!" My arms flail in all directions so aggressively, it's as though I'm trying to talk with my arms instead of my actual voice.

"What in the hell is going on here?!" my father's voice suddenly booms throughout the room.

Dammit. Of course, they just had to show up when I was having my panic attack and screaming at my own mother.

"Feisty non è lei? Andrà bene a letto, però." another low but sexy, accented voice murmurs to another person. I turn and see two Italian men standing there. One has light tanned skin with greyish blue eyes and soft, almost dirty blonde hair; he looks a bit older. And the other standing beside him has caramel tanned skin, bright blue eyes and the same hair of who seems to be his father. They must be Christian and Luke.

The older man chuckles as my parents and I both give him our best confused faces. "Excuse my son Luke, please. He isn't so great at first impressions," Christian tells us, his voice slightly annoyed with whatever Luke just said to us.

Luke steps forward and extends his big hand towards me. "Nice to meet you, Maria," he says, a grin drawn over that beautiful face of his. I swear, this man must be a Greek god or something. No, and Italian god!

I smile nervously and the two of our hands connect, feeling the warmness of him along with all those annoying butterflies whirling in my stomach. "You as well," I reply with thankfully the same amount of smoothness and I don't end up embarrassing myself even more.

When we turn to meet our parents' faces, the three of them look overly happy at the fact we merely shook hands and introduced ourselves.
"We'll be in the dining room discussing some matters alright?" my father says to us. But we have no say as the three of them saunter off happily into the connecting room and shut the door.

Of course, this was going to happen. I guess I just hadn't prepared myself yet for being left alone with a man I just met- a strange in my eyes. Oh my god, what if he takes advantage of me?

"Do you want to sit down?" Luke asks me and I'm woken out of my thoughts. I peer over and see him staring at me with the most content facial expression any boy has ever given me.