“Tell me, Kathleen, what are you majoring in? Are you employed as of right now? Because I can’t seem to figure out why you are in such desperate need to live with my son. He’s on a path that doesn’t need interruptions, as he will be taking over for me one day. I didn’t catch your last name. Are you after his money?” My fist collides with the table on a bang, rattling the dishes after my father fires each question at her, treating her like someone beneath him.
Kat places her delicate fingers over my fist and looks at me with a sparkle in her eyes before turning her attention back to my father.
“Whitmore, Kathleen Whitmore, but everyone calls me Kat,” she says all smooth, like fucking James Bond over here. “I’m graduating in business management, but due to recent events, I’m going to be training for the nationals with the goal of heading to the Olympics. I teach figure skating at the Lynn skating rink downtown. As for me living with your son, my father is an abusive asshole, and Granger helped me by giving me a place to start over. I have a job, a goal, and money is not a problem because of the small inheritance my mother left me after passing away, even if it’s not much. Would you please pass me the dressing?” She smiles tightly, and it’s so silent, you can hear a pin drop as my parents stare at her in shock, their dinner forgotten.
Wait! She hasn’t told me about the training! My girl is going for Olympic gold metal, fuck yeah! If I wasn’t so upset with my parents, I’d be sweeping her off her feet and spinning in circles until we both puke.
“Your mother was Jennifer Whitmore,” my mother says slowly, her brows drawn down, looking at Kat with a hint of sadness which surprises me.
“Yes. Yes, she was, and Mark Whitmore is my father. Now that I’ve shared my most private secrets, I have a question of my own.” Kat places her silverware down and glances at both of my parents with a pose of confidence and not a hint of fear as she waits for their full attention.
I’m going to marry this girl.
“Have you ever been to one of your son’s hockey games?” she casually asks, but you can hear the undertones of her voice. She’s making it clear that she’s disappointed in them.
My mother sputters, clearly at a loss for words. It has bugged me in the past that all my trophies were a waste to them. While other parents would come to the games…mine would be in their offices. Now though, I just care about making a career out of hockey with or without their approval. I’m going to get drafted, skate for the Boston Bruins, and retire one day, knowing I chased my dreams.
“Of course not. Hockey is a waste of his time when he could already be in the office making millions. For some reason, he’s chosen to skate until graduation,” Father harshly says. He still doesn’t understand, and maybe he never will.
“That’s a shame. My abusive father wants me to work at the firm and marry me off so his company can grow. It’s a real shame I’m living the life I want and going for my dreams, instead of being in a relationship that was forced on me and bruises decorating my skin.” Kat’s smile is gone, and she’s staring at my father like he’s the bug beneath her shoe.
“Mark would… From the few times we met at the firm, he didn’t seem like the type to—I mean he couldn’t possibly—” My mother looks like she’s going to be sick as she clutches the pearls around her neck.
I’ve had enough. I should have grabbed Kat and left the moment we sat down. She’s standing up for herself and giving my parents lashing after lashing for not encouraging me to go after my own dreams.
I’m at a loss for what to do, I want to stand up and applaud her, but at the same time, I want to run because I have fucking feelings for her that go way past friendship. I need to tell her the truth, before someone else does and I lose her for good. Just not right now.
“Oh yes, he would. My mom died when I was young, but even then, she told me to never give up and go after my own dreams because it’s not for someone else to decide.” Her tone goes raspy, and she turns to me with watery eyes while reaching under the table to tap my cock once lightly through my slacks.
I nearly jump out of my seat at the touch, but I manage to stand calmly, my chair scratching against the wood floor and drawing everyone’s eyes towards me.
“We’ll be leaving now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity about meeting my Princess. The next time I hear from you, there better be an apology in there somewhere and a shit ton of the respect that my girl deserves. Pardon my French, Mother.” My hand clasps Kat’s, and I pull her chair quickly out so we can escape the dining room before they can say anything else.
Right before we turn the corner to exit, Kat tugs on my hand to stop and faces my parents with a determined look coming over her features.
“I’ll be saving you a seat at the games. The box office will have your tickets waiting for you.” She stares them down, watching my mother grasp my father’s hand with a small head nod.
Pleased with herself, she swirls around and races for the front door like her ass is on fire.
Once inside my truck and pulling away from the curb, she releases a huge relieved breath and sinks into her seat with her stocking feet on the dashboard.
“That was nice. Let’s not do that anytime soon. I only
