MY ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MR ARROGANT

Martha collected the tray from the maid and dismissed her, she returned her gaze back to Abby’s closed door and sighed.

She recalled how upset Abby was when she returned back home last night.

She pushed the door open and walked into the room, her brows drew together when she saw Abby doing yoga.

She had expected to see a torn apart room or perhaps a crying Abby cuddled up in a blanket.

Martha placed the tray of food on the table and opened the curtains to lighten up the semi dark room.

Abby opened one of her closed eyes to see what her mum was up to.

“Abby can we talk?” Martha asked but received silence in return except from the yoga guide master that was speaking on the flat screen tv.

“Hmmm….. this is yoga mum, everywhere is meant to be quiet” Abby scolded.

Martha switched off the tv and folded her arm. “I said we need to talk!”

Abby rolled her eyes and stood up, she grabbed a bottle of water and drank a mouth full.

“I’m all ears”

Martha took Abby’s hands and led her to sit on the bed.

“Abby I know you might think that I’m overbearing but I’m doing everything for your own good”

Abby could already predict where this was going and she wasn’t ready to hear it.

“Mum I know where this heading” Abby said hurriedly and was about to get up but was held back down by Martha.

“Honey listen to me, it was so unfortunate that I couldn’t get married and I don’t want the same for my daughter….. Abby a proposal came for you today and we are to meet them today for lunch”

Abby’s eyes widened, who else in the city has she not rejected? why was everyone so obsessed in getting her Married?.

“Mum I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to get married to anyone, reject the proposal”

Martha’s heart slammed against her ribcage, that was what she was scared of hearing, she didn’t want Abby to end up like her.

“So I don’t have any hope of playing with my grandchildren or dressing you up for your wedding? why am I so cursed?!” Martha sobbed gently.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Abby rolled her eyes, her mum was at it again with her emotional blackmail. “Alright enough mum….. we will have lunch with them but I cannot promise you that I will get married to the guy”

Martha sniffed back her tears and touched Abby’s cheeks. “You’ve just made my day darling here have your breakfast”

..

Cecile caught hold of Amelia who was about to leave the kitchen. “Stop this madness Amy! how many times will I say this? I don’t want to get back together with your dad!”

Amelia shrugged off her mum’s hold on her “Why? do you still think that he is the same person who goes around with multiple women? mum…. dad has changed, uncle mark also made dad’s mistake but mum Cecile forgave him why won’t you do the same?”

“Don’t compare mark with your dad Amelia, mark’s affair was a mistake but your dad? I guess I don’t need to speak so much about it”

Cecile rinsed her hands under the running tap and dried it off with a hand towel.

“You are being too difficult on yourself” Amelia said in a lowered tone.

Cecile shook her head slowly “With time you will understand everything” she replied briefly and left the kitchen.

Amelia stomped her feet in anger, her mum doesn’t want to understand her point of view, there’s nothing wrong in making up with your ex if you both still love each other.

“She calls me stubborn but guess who is more stubborn” she murmured..

..

Dylan raised a brow at Louisa’s outburst, he could tell from her expression that she was having a battle in keeping her cool.

“Payday is fast approaching mind how you speak to me” Dylan threatened which didn’t have any effect on her.

“So? you are going to cut it off by ten percent or more? I’m only tolerating your behavior because we are in the office”

Louisa brought out a pencil from her purse and snapped it into halves. Dylan gulped down, was she threatening him by doing that?

“Are you trying to threaten me?” He stood up looking down at her.

“What type of mentality do you have? I snapped my pencil into halves and you took it personal and assumed it as a threat”

Dylan felt like screaming on top of his lungs but he couldn’t, her glare was doing something weird to his body system.

The door to the office pushed open and Jenna stomped in angrily with Clara who was tailing behind her.

“Dylan! you’ve got some explanations to do” she barked out feigning anger.

Dylan rolled his eyes and slumped back to his seat, he touched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

These three ladies present in his office were created just to torture him.

“Oh hi Louisa” Jenna waved and smiled sweetly at her, she snapped her gaze towards Dylan and her sweet smile vanished completely.

Clara smiled at Louisa which the latter ignored, she could tell that Louisa was being hostile with her because of Dylan’s engagement to her.

“Mum I told you that I will speak to you when I got back from work, I’m in the middle of an important meeting” Dylan said impatiently.

Jenna gasped and darted her eyes around the room looking for his business partners who he claimed to be having a meeting with.

She walked towards the empty chair and smiled at it. “Hey there! I’m his mum and I need him to answer all of my questions if you don’t mind”

Louisa and Clara were dumbfounded by Jenna’s behavior, However, Dylan wasn’t the least surprised, he must have grown up witnessing this type of crazy things his mum just pulled off.

“See there?! I spoke to your meeting buddies already now can we talk?”

Dylan sighed it’s not like he had a choice, he turned towards Louisa “What are you still waiting for? get back to work!” he lashed out.

“Louisa stay back! what I’m about to say also concerns her”

Louisa shrugged, she would be glad if his mum scolded him and if possible hit him really hard.

“Why is this nut head over there claiming to be your fiancee? everyone knows who your future wife really is!” Jenna pointed towards Clara.

Louisa felt something shift in her stomach when she heard the word ‘wife’.

Dylan released a breath, he didn’t want to explain this to anyone anymore.

“Mum she is not a nut head, Clara is telling the truth… I had to move on with my life at some point, you were there right? when Louisa blamed me for everything” Dylan defended, his head was bound to burst before the end of today.

Jenna narrowed her eyes at her son “Oh wow! you moved on? to where exactly dummy? you left a very nice lady like Louisa and went for this bony frame?”

Clara opened her mouth in shock, she felt like squeezing Dylan’s neck, she frowned seeing the grin that was creeping up his face and even Louisa too! his mum was insulting her so bad.

“Mrs Wesley don’t be so harsh on me… I’m on a strict diet, I don’t wanna get fat and be a burden for Dylan” Clara defended.

Jenna turned sharply to Clara “Well I think you should burden him because at this rate you will be easily blown away by the wind… I want only Louisa for Dylan!” She concluded.

Louisa creased her brow wasn’t he affected by how his mum spoke to his fiancee? why was he laughing instead?

“Mrs Wesley you are being too mean! Dylan won’t you say something?” Clara turned red, she knew nothing was wrong with her stature because she had almost the same frame as Louisa.

Dylan’s mum was obviously trying to find fault in her by body shaming her.

Jenna raised a brow “He won’t be able to say anything because I’m not wrong….. take my advice and be more like Louisa!”

Dylan banged his hand on his desk to keep his mum shut. “You’ve been calling Louisa’s name for a while now did she tell you that she was willing to get Married to me? she claims that our engagement was a farce and you are….”

Jenna took a glance towards Louisa “Louisa….. ” She walked slowly to Louisa and held her two hands.

“Is this true Louisa? please don’t say yes….. you’ve shattered my hopes, I thought that you and Dylan would eventually become a couple if you gave yourself some time”

Louisa didn’t know how to comfort the woman whose eyes had become teary.

“Mrs Wesley… you are making me feel bad”

For once in a long time Dylan felt proud of what his mum was doing, he cheered her up inwardly, one thing Louisa couldn’t resist was a mother tears.

“My son will remain single if you don’t get married to him”

Clara cleared her throat “I’m still here” she mumbled to receive a cold stare.

“Not now skinny!” Jenna scolded.