So it’s gone from awkward to awful for Jay. What’s next for him?

So remember when I said there was an atmosphere of painfully awkward silence on Friday evening?

Well, Saturday was even worse.

At least, Friday evening had a little bit of a chit chat between the older Browns and Vincent, and some forced dialogue between him and Robin.

This time, absolutely no word from anyone.

Everyone had their attention on their food and their food alone, as they ate.

Except me.

I had eaten enough when I went to the mall to meet Dean earlier that day, so I wasn’t hungry. But even if I was, no way was I gonna eat the food of that unreasonable woman.

Honestly, by that evening, the only person I wanted to look in the face was Robin. Not her dad, not her mum, and certainly not that butthurt fucker called Vincent.

How the hell was being in a relationship with their daughter such a heinous crime that they just had to paint me black and conjure all sorts of fake shit about me? I mean, you ain’t gotta like me, but at least respect me for your daughter’s sake.

Ugh! They sickened me.

It took me only ten minutes to remain seated at the table. Watching them all busily eat made me sick to my stomach, and I wasn’t up for spending another minute with them.

I silently pushed my chair, stood up, and walked away from the table.

Not a word to anyone.

I could literally feel the furious glare of the three of them as I made my way back to the room. But really, I couldn’t give a shit at that stage.

My every breath probably pissed them off, anyways. They’d criticize whatever I did, so I’d just do what I wanted to do.

***

It was about 1:30 am.

Silence all around, as you’d expect at that time.

I lay on my bed, just wishing we had never shown up at the house in the first place.

I did not leave my comfortable home for this shit treatment. Not at all.

What should have been a chill day, with warmth and chats and stuff, was instead one hella toxic day, with stupid ass insinuations and disrespect all around.

Christ, the disrespect! The fucking disrespect!

Imagine having a well-paid job in a worldwide organization, only for someone to stupidly insinuate that you’re actually into fraud. What the absolute fuck!

Ugh, I was so pissed. Does he know the calibre of interviews and stuff I went through before landing that job? I was up against hundreds of applicants, you know.

And the fact that the rules were clearly different when Vincent was involved? Disgusting. Suddenly, remote work is a good idea, huh? Bullshit!

As for Mrs. Brown… following her husband’s bullshit and trying to convince Robin that I’m a fraud was some hilarious stupidity, if you ask me. Just flying on a ‘trust me bro’ source. Such nonsense!

I had heard some loud complaints from her when I came to my room; I bet they were about me and the way I left the table without a word.

Was I bothered? Never. She barely acknowledged my show of gratitude for the breakfast; she really had no right to be pissed, if we’re being honest. For all I knew, she’d probably put some poison in my food and was mad I didn’t eat it.

You think I’m going too far? El oh el. Look at the way she treated me. It’s not exactly far-fetched to imagine her trying to kill me, if we’re being honest.

Anyways, I tossed and turned, just waiting for the hours to pass by quickly and for the sun to rise.

The plan was simple: get Robin, get my bag, and get the hell out of there. No need to say goodbye to anyone; I just wanted us to get out and not look back.

Suddenly, the door opened.

I sprung up on the bed, instantly switching to panic mode. As to why I’m oftentimes careless with locking my bedroom door before sleeping, I’ll never know.

“Who is it?” I called worriedly.

I was praying it wasn’t Vincent. The day had been bad enough, the last thing I needed was that little rat coming in to do something crazy to me. I barely spoke to him the entire day, but I just knew he’d love nothing more than to do something stupid, just because he could, and he was well aware that the Browns would happily smother him with kisses and bake him a cake for doing so.

“Babe, it’s me.”

Relief coursed through my veins at the sound of my lover’s voice. “Oh, cool, cool.”

She entered, closed the door, and turned the light on.

My eyes went wide as the light revealed what Robin had on.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered.

She was clad in a white lace dress. The sexiest white lace dress in the history of white lace dresses. Goddamn, it was spicy, showing off her glorious cleavage and hypnotizing thighs in the most sensual way possible!

As I took in the magnificent view, I noticed her facial expression. A very familiar expression.

She had her lower lip in between her teeth, and her eyes had this light of naughtiness dancing in them.

Oh, how I love when she’s in that mood! She’s a lioness that cannot, and will not, be tamed!

She briskly walked over to the bed, and without any words at all, pressed her lips against mine.

In those two or so minutes we made out, all the anger, irritation and frustration pent up over the past day suddenly vanished. Just like that. At that point, the only thing that mattered to me was enjoying this delicious woman as much as I could.

As I gleefully kissed and fondled that magnificent body, she suddenly pushed me onto the bed. She then stood up, that same lustful look etched on her face as her hands went behind her back, obviously to unzip that dress.

“Babe, I wanna sit on your face,” she breathed excitedly.

“Ooooh, somebody’s not ready to wait till tomorrow, is she?” I teased.

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. I need it now. Forget about the good boy promise, I need that tongue!”

“Hehe, you don’t care about the folks anymore, do you?”

She scoffed. “To hell with them, boy! Just give me what I want.”

Before I could comment any further, the dress dropped to the floor, and my eyes glazed at the sight before me.

Yeah, nothing else mattered at all. Robin stood before me, naked and ready to get ravished. And with the shitty day I had had in that house, this was fair compensation. To hell with anyone hearing us!

“Bring that sexy ass over here, baby!”

Well… they’re certainly ending their Saturday on a high of their own. This could definitely spell trouble for them, though…