The Player who Gets Played 12. Meet the Parents

"You really don't have to drive me to my parents." She pouted looking at me.

"Yeah, well... I really shouldn't. Cause it's your fault. You were too damn good, I couldn't stop kissing you. Then from there, you should know that I would be fucking you, then... you should know that it'll be a while until I'm done with you. And so... here we are almost late getting you to your parents." I smiled at her and caressed her beautiful face.

"...and you're too exhausted from all of the climaxes, I don't want you to drive to your parents. Look, I'm just going to drop you off, then I'm gone."

She was late for dinner at her parent's, cause she decided to tease me again and one thing led to another, we were fucking our way into the late afternoon.

And then she was tired when we reached her place. She a took quick shower and changed her attire. She even looked sleepy but insisted on going to her parents.

"Okay... just drop me off on their driveway, I'm good. I'll take a cab tomorrow to work. And thank you again for driving me back to the city."

We parked on her parent's driveway. It's a beautiful medium size modern country-style house, complete with a large porch and beautiful flower beds in front of it.

She was saying goodbye to me as she unbuckles herself from the passenger seat. I didn't know why but I decided to grab her face and pull her closer for a deep passionate kiss. There was just something about her that I couldn't get enough of.

I know...

So much trouble big boy...

"Louise honey?" a woman's voice called her out from in front of the house.

"Damn..." she muttered as she ended our kiss.

"Ermm....so, I should go now?"

"No, we're busted and we're not in high school anymore. You will face my mother and eat her fattening food." She grumbled and looked at me squinting her eyes, making me laugh at her.

"I'm good with a cheat day," I said while parking the car, and turning off the engine.

She was out of the car but waited for me before she greeted the older woman.

"Lou, why didn't you tell me that you're bringing a guest?" her mother scolded, but hugged her warmly when she reached her side.

"Mom, this is Allen I'm sorry for not telling you, this was not planned...Allen, this is my mom."

"Mrs. Dixon, I'm sorry. But I'm just dropping off your daughter, and I wouldn't want to intrude on your family dinner..."

"Ahh...nonsense, you are having dinner with us. Just inform me next time so I can prepare my signature dessert." She smiled at me warmly.

"...come in, Louise darling why don't you introduce Allen to your father while I set another plate on the table..."

Her mom was sweet and motherly. She was gone in seconds, while Louise took my hand in hers and pulled me to a corner.

"Well, I don't know why you pull me into a corner. But I'm down with kissing while your mom is in another room."

She slapped my arm playfully but didn't let go of her other hand on mine.

"We need to get our story straight. You're the first guy I bring home in years."

"You can lead baby, I'll follow your hints. We got this..." I took her hand and kissed her knuckles, while she cleared her throat looking a bit overwhelmed with the situation.

"Ehm...okay, let's go." She hesitated but lead the way inside the house, straight to the dining area.

She introduced me to her dad, who looked at me for a whole five minutes until he finally recognized the real me. I was silently cursing on the inside but trying to act casual at the same time.

"No way... you're the Allen Mills? Boy... I've read about your life journey, come let's have some drink and let the women set up our dinner."

Lou was squinting her eyes at me like she was accusing me that I was hiding something behind her back.

Okay, I might be in trouble later on... but I didn't actually lie to her. I just concealed some stuff, which I would reveal if she asked.

Half an hour later we were in the dining room, she was seated across me while her parents were on each end of the dining table.

"I couldn't believe that you've been hiding this guy..." her dad start off the conversation, her mother was curious so he starts to explain while scooping the ravioli to his plate.

"He's a world champion surfer who currently held the longest winning streak, and a business-savvy person who collects houses for a living."

The conversation on the table was suddenly quiet as both women looked at me. Her mom with a glimmer in her eyes, while her daughter looked like she was about to kill me with the fork she was holding.

But I was watching her back, she hasn't been taking in her food like a normal person since her incident and it worries me. I thought dinner with her parents meant that she would eat wholeheartedly, but it has been fifteen minutes of her picking the food.

"Aren't you hungry?" I asked when I was helping her with the dishes. She eventually did finish her tiny portion but skipped dessert, telling her mom that she had eaten before she came to dinner. I was keeping myself quiet, but I know she hasn't been eating.

What is troubling her? I've seen her eat before, and it wasn't like that.

"I'm just not feeling hungry, look I'll be fine in a couple of days. With my work and my friends I'll be normal again, you shouldn't be worried."

I nodded to her reply, I hadn't known her that long. So I was keeping my thoughts to myself, but deep down I could feel that something was off.

An hour later I excused myself and leave her with her parents. It was late, so I decided to go back to mom's and go back to the beach house tomorrow morning.

"Hey bro, didn't expect you here today."

"Hey Winnie, I just meet up with Louise. The woman you left me with at Players weeks ago."

"Wait the Ponytail chick? She's hot dude. Actually, her whole entourage was sizzling, the twins had told me about their nightly activities a couple of days ago. Even Jack was still being toyed with his lemon-sucking Vodka chick."

Winston gave me a bottle of beer from the fridge, I decided to take it and have a chat with him.

"Just keep your distance, she's just going to be your rebound thing. Don't get too attached. Mom said Myra was pining over you, but I say it's all a bunch of bull that chick is one messed up woman."

"Hey... do you still remember the girl you dated in high school? What's her name the Goth chick who had anorexia? What happened to her?" I asked Winston suddenly remembered about his ex.

Winston looked at me, then takes another sip of his beer. His face was serious when he told me, what had happened to her.

"She killed herself months after we broke up, I would still blame myself from time to time. I know it wasn't my fault, but I would still wonder if we were still together. If I helped her go through all of her anxiety, will she be alive right now?"

"Dude she cheated on you... " I said defending him.

"Yeah, I know... but what if, that was her way of calling out for my attention..."

"Bro, sorry I didn't mean to... it's just that Louise was lying about her eating to her mom and me... "

"Waitttt.... her mom, you mean you sit down and eat with her mom? is dad in the picture too?"

I nodded making Winston shake his head disapprovingly.

"Dude, this is a complete one-eighty...the exact opposite of what you were supposed to be doing."

"Look it wasn't planned, I was supposed to drop her off at her parents. But that's not the point... "

I stopped to take a big gulp of my beer, suddenly I feel parched from all the talking.

"I'm actually worried about her eating habit. Maybe you can ask her friend..your date... shit! I'm taking this too far, am I?"

"Brother, you're a very nice person. I mean you wouldn't last long with that Myra bitch, if you weren't nice. But still, take it down a notch okay."

I sat back relaxing on the sofa while talking more about other stuff. Though my mind would wander back to Louise, I quickly get back to our conversation.

It was two hours later and was past midnight when my naked back touched the cool sheets. I was trying hard not to think about her, but I was seeing her face just before I drifted off to sleep.