Addicted

Chapter 68.

"A hundred and something," she said with a shrug. "Almost two hundred, I think, although if you want correct numbers, you'll have to ask my mother."

The thought of her mother made my stomach drop. Suddenly, my mouth has gone dry and I take a large sip of my champagne, finishing it completely.

"Want another?" she asks.

"Please," I say and already there's one replacing the empty glass.

"You'll need it if you're meeting the parents," she says making me laugh.

And as if on cue, Zac walks towards us with a very well-dressed couple behind him. The woman was taller than me and had light brown hair like her son but was tied up in a low stylish bun. She wore a red dress with a symmetrical neckline and sleeves stopping below her elbows. She wore red pointed stiletto shoes to match. She resembled Kate Middleton, if Kate Middleton was a lot older and looked a lot more threatening. The man next to her had on a similar styled suit to Zac, with a red tie to match his wife. His hair was dark with grey, almost white, peaking from the edges. His eyes were just as light as his sons and he was strikingly handsome. He looked a lot like Eric Dane, which made me smirk to myself, because I had a huge crush on him when I was younger and watching Greys Anatomy.

"Hey Angel," Zac says when he reaches me. He snakes his hand down my lower back and leans in to kiss my temple. "These are my parents, Isla and Garret. Mum, Dad... This is Alison," he looks back down at me and I back at him. The way that he was looking at me made me feel like a million bucks.

"It is an honour to meet you both. Your house is beautiful," I tell them, extending my hand.

Garret was the first to take my hand, meanwhile Isla was a little apprehensive in doing so.

"Why thank you, dear. It did cost a fortune, so you'd expect it should," Isla says.

"Is good to finally meet the woman that Isaac has been bragging about all this time," Garret says, interrupting his wife and he smiles at his son.

"Dad," Zac said between his teeth.

"He can't stop talking about me apparently," I joke making Garret and Izzy laugh. I watched Zac's cheeks turn a vibrant shade of red, but I pulled him closer to my body to comfort him.

"Yes, it's getting quite annoying," Isla says in a flat tone and we all look at her, our smiles vanishing.

"Isla, shall we get another drink?" Garret asks his wife and I'm sure it's to get her away from me.

She huffs a quick breath, looks over me and then turns to leave.

"It was lovely to meet you, Alison, please make yourself at home," Garret says before guiding his wife away. As soon as she was out of earshot, Garret turns back to Zac and mouths the word sorry to him.

"Your mother hates me," I declare to Zac falling back onto him.

"She doesn't hate you-"

Izzy scoffs next to me.

"Izzy, go away," he says quickly and even in my bad mood I laugh.

She sticks her tongue out at him as she walks away, which only makes me laugh harder.

"I'm going to get some more champagne," she says. "Would you like some?" Izzy asks.

"Please," I say and turn back to Zac with a pout. "She hates me."

"As I was saying... she doesn't hate you. She just doesn't know you yet."

"Why is she so mad at me?" I question and face him.

"Do you want the truth?"

"Always." As if that was even a question. No matter how I was feeling, I would always want the truth.

"Well... Ali... I left Sara for you."

"And?"

"And Sara was the stereotypical women that my mother would have wanted me to be with."

I take a step back.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Sara is from a good and rich family too."

It was like someone had punched me in the gut and I was winded. I was someone who came from nothing. I had to help my parents pay the bills as soon as I was old enough to get a job, even then I was doing things for neighbours to earn some money to give straight to my parents. I didn't have a lot of things growing up, and everything that I have now is because of all the hard work I do in the jobs I've had. So, if his Mother is only interested in having a good and rich family, then I suppose she will never like me.

"Your Mother will never like me then," I state and sigh heavily. "At least your Father and sister likes me," I smile.

"Exactly." He holds me closer to him. "My sister thinks that you created Earth at this rate," he tells me, and I chuckle.

"Oh, I did," I laugh and brush back a stray curl on his forehead. Even in the heels I was in I leaned up and kissed him lightly, and even though I intended it to be light, there was some sort of part between us that ignited, and I felt it go straight to my groin.

"So, you talk about me to your family?" I say against his lip, trying to distract myself from the feeling burning inside of me and he only hums in response. I part from him to get a good look at his face. "What do you say?" I question.

"Oh, you know... only that this beautiful woman came to live with me, and I fell helplessly in love with her."

"That would have gone over so well with your Mother," I groan and push him playfully back.

"And every part of it is true."

He leans in again and licks at my bottom lip and I moan softly.

"You really need to stop doing that before I jump you right here and now," I whisper and pull further back. "I don't think your mother would be very happy if I did," I smile and swallow the rest of my champagne. He laughs and brushes back one of my loose curls.

His eyes shift sideways, and something gets his attention.

"Don't hate me," he says and takes a step closer towards me.

"Why?" I ask, but my head had already followed his eyesight and I knew the object of his warning.

Sara was walking towards us, but not just us. Him.