The Blind One

Chapter 58

I couldn't help but whisper to Dalton, questioning him about exactly what he told his parents about me. He simply shrugged as his mother ushered us around the many corridors of the brightly lit house, with each corner show casing some sort of ancient ornament, painting and so on that the family may have bought or inherited.

He was born in a rich family indeed. I couldn't help but question whether his father had inherited it or whether he built their empire from scratch.

It was clearly noticeable that the man was irritable towards things like the business and the women that Dalton chose to be around him. He liked to have women at the same level as Dalton...financially of course.
I guess he thought they would understand him better than someone who is suddenly exposed to their boyfriend's money.

I never really saw that in Dalton. I admit that I was petty and in need when I first met him. I would have done any job he gave me as long as I was paid, pay my bills and buy my mother's medicine.

Yet I never would have seduced or begged him to be with me for money. As a matter of fact, I don't want anything to do with Dalton's family.

It just happened this way. I never asked for an heir to be the one I fall in love with. I would have been happy with a simple man as long as they respected my mother and I. I would have been even happier to be single and live just for my mother. Yet it had to be him. Out of all people it had to be him.

"So I told them...par le vou France" Mason ended his story with everyone but Charlotte laughing. She rolled her eyes and picked up her wine glass before swirling it around and elegantly raising it to her lips. Her eyes locked mine and she froze mid sip and nearly choked.

"Are you talking about the time when you got caught with the French ambassadors daughter again?"

My eyes widened. The smirk on masons face like a proud hunter who caught his prey. I knew most of his crazy antics and what level of craziness he was in, but an ambassadors daughter? He really was asking to be assassinated.

"Hey" Charlotte ushered us over. I felt the hand of the one I love on the small of my back and he guided me to the table.
Charlotte glared at him as she was left to sit next to mason whomshe clearly did not find to be amusing. I bit my lip and tried to hide my amusement.

"Please feel at home" Mrs Garcia smiled down and handed me a glass of wine.
Would it be rude to say no? I don't know about how I feel about alcohol but in the moment that I was in I couldn't help it. I needed it.

"Thank you" I smiled

Under the table I could feel Dalton's hand on my thigh giving me a little squeeze and I looked at him.

He had my back

Dalton's mother sat down next to me and began serving the food onto a plate before handing it to me

I looked around awkwardly before I felt the trail of 'his' hand in the bare park of my thigh, to say my heart wasn't quickening would be a lie, but as I watched him talk to mason and Lottie, my attention flashed to the sound of rhythmically slow footsteps of hard soles leather shoes on the marble floor.

I practically whipped my head to the sound of Mr Garcia walking into the room with a sharp look on his face, I could not look at his face but instead chose to focus on the casually loose top two buttons of his shirt.

"Father" Dalton stood along with everyone else.

Lottie gave her uncle a tight hug before asking him about his busy day, as he walked to his seat closer to his wife at the head of the table he shook hands with Mason, ignoring his son and i's presence.