The Bad Girls' Good Boy(BWWM)

Chapter 6

Laughing I thanked him. Before he could say anything more Xander cut in angrily, "Can you not be a womanizer for one second, gosh." Turning around, he walked out of the kitchen. We all stared in shock. I haven't known Xander for long, but he seemed like he didn't get angry often.

Walking behind him I called out his name but he didn't even stop. "Xander, what's wrong?"" He turned around and looked at me, jaws clenched. I walked up to him and put my hands on his face, thumbs tracing his jawline.

"Did I do something?" I asked passively

He sighed. "No, it's nothing. I promise." Wanting to lift his mood, I decided to tease him a little. "What if I give you a blowjob," I asked happily. He started to stammer, cheeks turning red.

"Neph, you can't solve everything by giving," he looked around as if someone was listening before continuing," blowjobs."

I laughed heartily, "I'm just joking, and I like the new nickname by the way." Putting his arms around my waist, he hugged me tight.

"You have on my cologne and my watch." Staring at him blankly I answered, "I can take off the watch if you want me to." He just smiled. "N-no, I like you wearing my stuff." Just as he said that, his family walked out.

"Uh, I'm sorry if I upset you," Xavier started.

"That's okay, I'm sorry too. I overreacted, if anything." Before anyone else could start with the mushy shit, I interrupted them.

"So who's car are we taking?" We all ended up in Xavier's, as he suggested I called him, car. The ride was about twenty five minutes and was surprising not awkward. We arrived at the brunch restaurant and handed the valet the keys. Yes, they have a fucking valet. For a brunch restaurant.

It looked like no brunch restaurant I've ever been to. There was a receptionist for Christ's sake. The blonde greeted us as we came in. "Hello, welcome to Diane's, do you have a reservation?" she questioned not looking up. You have got to be kidding me.

"No, but we won't need one. I'd like private table, please," said Mr. Carson, somewhat kindly. She looked up and popped her gum. "Sorry, but you need a reservation to eat here." This bitch. Stepping around Mr. Carson, I walked up to the desk and leaned in.

Glancing at her name tag I said, "Melissa, these people can make you lose your job with the snap of a finger. So if I were you, I'd fix that attitude, spit that gum out; put a smile on my face and get us the best table here."

She and the Carson's were shook. Placing the gum on a piece of napkin, she smiled nervously and began talking. "Im terribly sorry for my attitude, let me lead you to one of our best tables."

We followed behind her to a well secluded, but comfortable looking area. We sat down and she told us the waiter will be with us immediately. Hands folded on the table, Mrs. Carson regarded me. "So, Nephertiti, was it? Tell us about yourself; where are you from?"

"I'm from Jamaica, but I moved here for."

"Any aspirations, dream job?"
    
"Well I want to become a cardiothoracic surgeon." They looked impressed, if I say so myself.

"That sounds difficult. Are you positive that's what you want to do?" she questioned again. I smiled. "One hundred percent sure. Initially, I wanted to become a pediatrician, because I absolutely love kids." I mean who doesn't, they are just so cute and irresistible.

"How many kids do you want?"

"I want eight kids, five boys and three girls," I answered with a big grin. They stared at me, surprised. What, am I the only who wanted more than two kids?

"Speaking about kids, where is Adriya?"
Seeing my questioning look he added, "That's my baby sister, she's at school." 

"Moving on. So what about your parents?" Mr Carson interrupted her questioning.

"Helen, that's enough."

Scowling she answered, "Well I'm sorry if I'm the only one that wants to know about this girl that just popped up in my son's life."

Xander turned her, "She's not just a girl, mom."
(A/N. you met her yesterday babes, she is just a girl😭)

Taking a deep breath I began to speak. "I want to to know that I bare no ill intentions to your son or your family. As for my parents, my mother passed away a few years ago from a heart disease. That's the main reason I wanted to be a cardio thoracic surgeon, and my father is a rich asshole who doesn't give a shit about anyone else other than himself, his whores and his money."

Mrs Carson hand flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry. My condolences. I just want the best for my son. He is quite soft-"

"Mom. I'm not soft."

"Yes, you are honey. And wears his heart on his sleeve and I'm afraid that people will use that as a way to worm their way into our family for our money."

Smiling softly I reassured her. "Well you don't have to worry about me Mrs. Carson. I wouldn't ever use someone for their money," I paused, well that was a lie, "and I genuinely care for your son."

"Please, call me Helen. And that's good to know that."

The waiter came and asked us if we've  decided what we wanted as yet. Helen, Drew, Xavier and Xander ordered respectively.

"Yes, I'll have a  salad."

"Vegetable casserole."

"Cherry bacon puff pastry."

"Spinach and cheese strata." Then they proceeded look at me for my order. "I'll have a few shallots and a shrimp salad as well." They stared at me, eyebrows raised. Shrugging I said, "What, I'm a growing girl."

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"Thank you for brunch. It was a pleasure meeting y'all." Brunch was finished and we had just exited the car and stood before Xander's house.

"The pleasure was all ours, Nephertiti," Mr Carson said, smiling. They all walked toward their car except Xavier. "So no goodbye kiss for me?" he said with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

I didn't have to answer because Xander answered for me. "No, absolutely not." Laughing, I walked towards Xavier. "You can get a hug though."

"How can I say no to that beautiful face." Pulling me close he hugged me. Ohh, he has strong arms. "Take care of him, please," he whispered in my ear.

"I will," I replied.

As he walked away Xander and I walked into the house. Not even wasting any time; I pushed him against the wall, my hand already pulling him down for a kiss. "I think we have some unfinished business."