“That’s not funny at all. If you leave, I am never talking to you again. You hear me?” Never ever ever.”
“What? I’m sure I could get you to talk to me again.” He grinned. “But I don’t even really need you to talk to me again. I just need you to fuck me again.”
“Connor.” I stopped dead and glared at him. “Not funny.”
“I’m joking, Gemma. It’ll be fine. I’ll love your family, and I’m sure they’ll love me.”
“I don’t even care about that right now. What was that comment about me not talking and only fucking you?”
“Of course I want you to talk too, but I’d die if you didn’t fuck me again.”
“Really? So if it came down to me talking to you for the rest of your life or me sleeping with you for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?”
“Are you being serious right now, Gemma? Do you think there’s any answer that I can give you that wouldn’t make you upset?”
“What do you mean? There’s one answer that I know you should give, and I want to know which one you would choose, me talking or me sleeping with you.”
“Gemma, I choose you sleeping with me every single time. I’m a pig, but you already know that.”
“Whatever.” I giggled and laughed. “Okay. Take a deep breath. You’re about to meet the [Doukas 00:01:53] clan.”
I walked up to the front door and knocked, but as soon as I knocked, the door was wide open. Papa and Yaya were standing there, and I could see my parents a little farther behind them. Oh my gosh. This was absolutely embarrassing. They were acting like the president had come to their house or something.
“Hey Grandma. Hey Grandpa. Mom and Dad.” I waved at them. “I’d like you to meet Connor.”
“Connor. Ah. I’ve heard so much about you.” My grandma immediately wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug.
“And I’ve heard so much about you as well,” he said with a small smile, kissing both of her cheeks. I watched as she blushed. I was shocked. I’d never seen my grandma blush.
“So Connor, are you Greek?” she asked him, and I rolled my eyes.
“Grandma, I already told you he’s not Greek.”
“Well, he looks like he could be Greek, eh? From the north side.”
“He’s not Greek, Grandma. His heritage is English and Scottish and... you know. More Anglo-Saxon.”
“Eh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I still like you, I think, Connor,” she said.
Connor laughed. “And I like you too, and I love Greek food, so I think this is a match made in heaven. Don’t you, Gemma?”
“Yes, Connor,” I said, smiling as I walked inside. “And that’s my mom and dad. Mom and Dad, this is Connor. Connor Chamberlain.”
“Nice to meet you, Connor,” my dad said in a gruff voice, looking him up and down. I knew there were going to be some hard questions coming later, but my dad was playing nice. He was normally a pretty quiet guy, but when it came to guys that I dated, he acted like he was part of the Greek mafia or something.”
“Oh Connor, are you hungry? We have a big lunch prepared for you,” my mom said, beaming, and then she looked over at me. “Gemma, you look very pretty today. I love that dress. It suits you. It’s very beautiful.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said, wanting to roll my eyes. My family was really going overboard. They acted like I’d never brought a guy home. “Connor, come with me. Let’s go to the kitchen and get a drink.”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway.
“They seem fine,” he said with a grin. “And I feel like they like me. I think you were worried about nothing.”
“Trust me, this is just the beginning. They are going to question you, and who knows. Maybe they’ll even tie you up and do some sort of torture and maybe give you a lie detector test, just to make sure that you’re going to treat me right.”
“I don’t mind. I’d do anything to show them that I only have your best interests at heart, Gemma Doukas,” he said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before we walked into the kitchen.
“Well, just remember you said that if by the end of the evening, you’ve got little pinpricks all over your skin.”
“Pinpricks?” he said. “What sort of torture is that?”
“I don’t know, but my grandma and my grandpa are old school. I’m sure they