One Night Stand

Chapter 36

Sandra’s POV

I was in my old room, reading through a magazine with fashionable wedding gowns, waiting for my

mother to return with good news. I need to get the greatest gown since, after all, I'm not just marrying a Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

nobody. The gown has to be more costly than Meghan Markle's. Perhaps I should employ the same

designer. Sandra awoke from her dreams when she heard an angry voice reverberating across the

living room.

"Sandra, please come out!"

"Mother, I'm right here. Is everything alright?"

"What are you keeping from me? Why has Javier not slept with you all these years?"

"I told you I didn't know, Mother. He doesn't sleep with me, but he is still cheating on me." Sandra was

well aware that her mother would believe anything she says.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to his place. Let's hear what he says for himself."

The mother and daughter pair left for Javier's Villa the following morning. The maid refused to allow

them in since Javier had warned her not to let anybody into his home without his permission, but the

mother and daughter pair forced their way past the woman.

Today was Javier's turn to stay with Xander, as planned between him and his grandmother. They were

running about the house, having fun, when his gaze was drawn to the mother-daughter combo. He

came to a halt and asked Xander to go to his room. Zander did as he was told.

When I saw Javier nearing me and my mother, a knot developed in my throat. I hoped he wouldn't

humiliate me or my mother. His eyes were like daggers piercing me. He remained silent. He moved

forwards a few paces. I suppressed my pride and went up to him.

"Hello, baby."

He sneered at me and glared. My throat felt as though it was about to close up. Standing across from

Javier gave me the impression that I was in the presence of a wolf. His eyes were staring at me with an

ice-cold glare. Despite my dislike for his behavior towards me, I still wanted him to avoid humiliating me

in front of my mother for the day. He gave me a scornful smile and ignored me. He walked over to the

sofa and poured himself a drink of whisky.

"That arrogant brat!" I yelled in my brain. He was ready to slay me in front of my mother, and I knew it.

"I don't recall having invited you to my place, Mrs. Williams."

My mother's eyes widened, and I could see she was processing his harshness. I nearly said to my

mother, "Let's go," since my mother would never prevail against that arrogant guy. My mother cleared

her throat, apparently attempting to digest her shame.

"Is this how you pay respect to your elders?"

He stared at his whisky glass and began swaying it vigorously, making the movement of the two

chunks of ice within audible. "

"Don't the elderly understand what we mean by "privacy"? If I didn't summon you to my home, that

signifies I don't need your visit. I despise it when people come to my place whenever they want. I

bought this home. It's mine when I need company or h something to say. I call people, not the other

way round. "Just because I'm going to be your future son-in-law doesn't give you the right to drop by

my home unannounced." I couldn't stand it any longer. He was now stepping over the boundary.

"Don’t you dare talk to my mother like that?" I let out a yell.

"Miss Williams, this is my home, and I can say anything I want." You may leave if you are dissatisfied

with my choice of words. After all, you weren't invited." "Since you're here, to what do I owe this visit?"

he said, gulping his whisky and looking at my mother. My mother glanced at him, irritated, but she had

to say something.

"You and Sandra have been together for a long time." Don't you think you've already squandered

enough of her time? "When are you going to arrange the wedding date?" He lifted his brow and gave

me a lethal gaze, which he quickly altered to a puzzled stare.

"How many years of her time did I squander exactly ?" He posed this question while staring at me as if

we hadn't dated at all, or should I say never dated. What is it about me that frustrates Javier? This man

despises me completely. He is disgusted with me. Why did he make the proposal?

What kind of game is he playing? Sandra gave a shaky nod. "Could it be that he's known all along?"

It is not feasible. It is possible that he told him, "No, he wouldn’t do that to me." So, what exactly is it?

"Haven't you already squandered enough of my time, Javier?" This time, I spoke up to him.

"I recall telling you that if the ring is too heavy for you, you may take it off." You're not going to show up

at my home unexpectedly and tell me what I should do. Oh, and forget about the wedding for the time

being. I don't believe I'm ready to marry, or even to you. I'll let you know when I'm ready. "I have a lot of

things I need to work on in my life, and getting married isn't one of them." He rose after saying that.

"What exactly is going on?" Can't you talk about your problems with your fiancee? At the very least, let

the two of you work things out together. "It's better to have two heads than one." My mother expressed

her disbelief. He smirked.

"My fiancee," he sneered and went on.

No, ma'am, as you already know, I have a kid with a lady I neglected, and she raised my kid on her

own, so for the time being, I want to concentrate on regaining her respect and being a father to my son.

Marriage is the farthest thing from my thoughts. If you are in a rush to marry, you should look for

someone who is eager to settle down. I'm not prepared. "I'm not ready to play spouse and nurture your

emotions," he remarked, motioning for his employee to accompany us out the door.