MELISSA
"So..." Mother started "Which of your son's are you looking to get married to one of my daughters?"
"That will be Blake, afterall he is the star of the Salvatore family unlike Oliver who puts his hands on dirty business" Mr Salvatore said glaring at Oliver.
"Don't we all?" Oliver smirked, taking a piece of meat to his mouth.
I was surprised to hear him speak, he was a man of few words... Or so I thought. Maybe it's because I hardly ever saw him back at the Manor.
He had a captivating appearance, his sharp strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a perfectly proportioned symmetrical face. The noticeable scar that passes through his his right eye adds a unique dimension to his features, his icy blue eyes, adds to the uniqueness. He practically looks like a demi god.
I wonder what his body looks like under that Armani suit he's wearing.
'Lisa Gray, what are you doing?' 'He is one of the Salvatores and he made it very clear that he doesn't care about you, remember?' I thought to myself having my own inner conflict.
"That will be good, since Lisa is the eldest, she would be happy to get married to Blake" mother finally said.
"That would be great!" Mr Salvatore exclaimed.
"I hope you people will take good care of my little Carino" father said excitedly.
"Of course they will, won't you Jessica?" Mother smiles sheepishly.
"We will, she will make us fine children" Mrs Salvatore said and they all laughed.
No ma'am, I won't make you fine children, or any children at all. It was only after I got married and after much losses, that I found out I had a weak womb. And thanks to Blake's abuse, it would be impossible for me to keep a child.
"I guess she will make a fine wife, doing the only job you can do... breed." Blake smirked.
Father choked on his wine and the room suddenly went silent but Nora and Mariam chuckled.
"And what do you know how to do?" I started, "Stare at asses all day? Or is it lusting over my innocent sister? I've been seeing you steal glances at her the whole time, when your wife to be is sitting right here. Do you have no shame?" I blurted out.
Oliver chuckled lowly, his deep pleasant voice vibrating through the room. Mr Salvatore shot Blake a warning glare.
Nora and mother had disgusting looks on their faces. And I saw father face lit up with a small smile, probably proud of me.
But he was right, the only thing I did do when I first got married to him was try to breed. I need to make something of my life, but I needed money. I was stupid enough to always use the allowances papa gave me for new clothes and bags.
After the tension in the room, they continued rambling on about how we would make a perfect couple but I could already feel Blake's hatred emanating from his body and the looks he gave me.
Tired of their chats about my future, I dropped my spoon, took a sip of red wine, and and cleaned invisible stains from my lips with a napkin.
"Father, I do not want this marriage" I finally stated.
The next I heard were spoons splattering on the plates, surprised exclamations from everyone.
"What do you mean Melissa?" Papa snapped immediately, clearly enraged by what I had just said.
"How dare you? Who the fuck do you think you are?" Blake snarled.
"Lisa Gray" I retorted.
"What?!" Blake asked, stunned.
"I am Melissa Gray" I responded looking straight in his eyes.
I stood up abruptly, took my bag and looked at everyone around the table, all shocked and dumbfounded by my sudden reaction, but one person was smiling... Oliver.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Our eyes met for a brief second but I turned to Mrs Salvatore.
"Please forgive me for my sudden disruption, but I have no intentions of marrying a... fool" i said and Oliver's smile only got wider.
"And I do not mean any disrespect sir" turning to Mr Salvatore this time. "But I do think your son, Blake isn't the best husband material for me, I mean I'd rather die than marry Blake." I finished.
Maybe I was being to harsh right now, but seriously I'd rather die.
"You might as well die" Mariam scoffed.
"Oh please, no one cares what you have to say" I said bluntly, turned to my heels and went back upstairs to my room.
OLIVER
The girl's got guts. Somehow I'm impressed. Not like I care about her defiance but something about it makes my dick erect.
Her seductive siren eyes,there's something about it, deep enough to drown me, when she looks at me it's like the world quiets down, like I only want to listen to her speak.
She moves and talks with confidence... not loud, not boastful, she's not just beautiful, she has the kind of beauty that lingers.
Her perfect silky brunette hair, long enough to wrap it around my hand. The way her dress fit her curves perfectly, I would like to see what's underneath all that clothes.
'Fuck Oliver, you're the one lusting over her now' and she clearly doesn't like that, judging from the way she shined Blake earlier.
I shouldn't be lusting over a 20 year old, there's a ten years gap between us. It's probably why she rejected the marriage proposal, smart move.
"Have you not told your daughter about the proposal, Jack?" Father asked Mr Gray.
"I have, maybe she is scared, she's probably got cold feet" Mr Gray laughed nervously.
"She'll come around, just give her a little time, let me talk to her" Mrs Gray, Melissa's step mother said. There's something about the way she talked, I didn't seem to like it.
"Very well, I hope she's come to her senses by the next family dinner" Father sighed.
For her to bluntly reject both families proposal. Although it would take her running away from home before she can go against her dad, let's see how long she'll last.
They decided we'd finish dinner there before we left, man it was suffocating.
Nora kept staring at me like she was going to eat me with her eyes, her little crush seemingly not over yet. Well she could crush on me all she wanted.
As we finished dinner and bade the Grays farewell, Nora practically jumped from her seat and walked to were I was waiting for father to finish talking business with Mr Gray.
She held my arm, and smiled at me, "Hey Ollie" she said excitedly.
She's Melissa's step sister, I'm surprised to see that they're doing well as sisters, although she's just a year younger than Melissa.
"Nora, what do you want" I responded trying to shove her off, but she held on tight.
"When Lisa gets married to Blake, I hope you and I could get married" she said giggling.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in kids" I said coldly, removed my hand from hers and walked off.