They say if you’re curious as to how your significant other will look when their older you should simply have a gander at their parents; and god lord if that was the case Jared knew Demetria was going to age like fine wine; pristine and perfect - just as she was now. When the older woman’s arms engulfed her daughter Jared found it his place to remove his hand, allowing Demi to embrace her mother while glossy sapphire shades trickled over toward him; her father - the man that made the Jones’ heart quicken in pace; and not in an exhilarating way. Jared offered a tight smile, something he could feel upon his features, knowing it looked fake, wrong - but it was the nerves all of which were simultaneously making the palms of his hands sweat to wit the tutor found himself subtly wiping them across the hip of his dress pants. Not a moment too soon the beauties hand was intertwined within his own again and Jared found a twinge of guilt shuttering through his insides; it must be rather unpleasant to hold on to a palm so moist.
To Demi’s words another smile echoed across the tutors features, opalescent aquamarines bouncing from one parental figure to another. With his free palm Jared made another pass at his trousers hoping to remove enough condensation that the on coming hand shake wouldn’t come off as appalling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” He said easily, tone coming off far more serene than the tutor truthfully felt. Easily he extended his free hand and gripped Demi’s mothers small palm in his own giving her a respectful yet gentle shake. She made him feel a little more at ease, the kindness ( or was it aloofness? ) behind her eyes lulling the raven haired teacher into a sense of security, in her mothers eyes Jared didn’t feel threatened or judged - just…observed.
The handshake with her father was far more troublesome. Chromatic blues shifted, capturing the gaze of Mr. Rivers and in that small moment Jared had never felt more like a mouse under the glare of a predatory animal in all his life. Despite his five ten stature the tutor felt four feet tall under that gaze. But for all the nerves Jared Jones had trembling beneath his flesh he made certain to make the handshake firm; strong - it in he attempted to communicate all the things that weren’t exactly appropriate to say on a first meeting. I’m confident, intelligent and entirely capable of taking care of your daughter. All of which took place in the span of mere moments; and then it was over, allowing a cool wash of relief to wash over the brawny male.
Sapphires danced back toward Demi as she spoke and like a tennis ball traversing a court landed back toward Joanna and Shane with the mention of Fitzgerald.
“Such a talented writer, brilliant works.” He said easily, feeling far more comfortable talking about knowledge; literature, it was the tutors strong suit and something within him imagined Demi brought it up to make him feel more at ease - something he greatly appreciated.
Without missing another beat the tutor reached for the chair nearest Demi and removed his hand from her grip ( unwillingly of course ) in order to pull the seat back; offering it to the woman he so admired. Once she was seated Jared took his own spot next to her and flashed his lover a quick, more genuine smile than had been expressed in the last twenty seconds.
Indeed –– the beauty had brought up the name Fitzgerald in an attempt to put her partner and ease and give him a piece of familiarity, something other than the palm of her hand. Demetria didn’t care if his hand was covered in sweat or if it had been dipped into maple syrup, she still would have held it until this god AWFUL dinner was finished. Jared Jones was something that the beauty never believed she would obtain, for he was everything that she was not. Growing up, the bombshell had been a selfish person –– righteous attitude, bossing those around her, acting on impulse to do anything possible to humiliate somebody who wronged her. Jared, on the other hand, was kind and forgiving. How she had managed to find somebody of the kind, she would never know –– and yet, every day, she found herself wanting to be the best version of herself that she could. Hazels glittered effortlessly, knowing that he felt a surge of pride in just a few words and as those words left his lips, Demetria’s own petals curved up into a sun-kissed smile. And that curvature did not falter, even as he pulled his hand from hers and pulled her chair out like the gentleman he was. She felt almost certain that her father would be able to see just how GOOD for her Jared was. Not only was he a positive influence, but he brought her back down to earth –– he had transformed the Rivers girl into everything that Shane wanted her to be and although, she didn’t want to hand it to her father, she may never have met Jared if it was not for the unforgiving things that her own parents had forced her into as a teenager.
“You’re into literature, huh?” The words echoed across from the table, that thick bass-like tone gleaming over towards them as his whitened pearls only mimicked her own. Shane… He was intimidating. He didn’t mean to be, but it was within his aura and although the beauty did not feel fearful from her own father, she knew how others perceived him. In what other way could you look at a lawyer that had a 100% success rate with all of his clients? Shane Rivers had not lost a singular case and for that reason, he was not only terrifying amongst younger males but the other men who glided across the courtroom in their suits. Nobody approached her father, made a fool of him and got away with it –– which was perhaps, where her very own fire was ignited. With a glass of sauvignon in one hand, the chocolate haired man pointed his finger across the table towards Demetria. “This one could have gone far too, had she not dropped out of college.”
And that was the first of crude comments that her father was going to make about it her. Pressing her plumped petals together in a forceful manner, Demetria allowed her eyes to land on the table cloth –– finding themselves pining over the empty water glass that was sat upside down. She wasn’t quite sure what it was that she wanted to do but the beauty felt as though she could have shattered into a million pieces, though it just wouldn’t work and instead, she found her palm clambering for Jared’s thigh underneath the table –– without even realising she was doing so. Shame attacked at her veins, at her features though Demi was just like her father and refused to let it linger for too long. Her head then lifted, that very forced smile still present on her lips as she glanced at her father before returning her gaze to her mother. “Mom… You were always into literature. Tell Jared about Hemingway. I completely forgot to tell you but my great grandfather went to an all-boys school with him. My mom essentially grew up with his own grandchildren –– isn’t that right?” She eagerly spoke as her body contorted in his direction, ushering her robotic mother into a conversation so that she could leave her father and his woodpecker jabs in the past.
Giving a light squeeze to his thigh as her mother in some mysterious way took the lead of the conversation, Demetria allowed her lashes to batter downwards –– barely listening to the story that she had heard several times as her mind fell to getting this dinner over and done with so she could go back to no contact with her family for months. Using her ankle to scoot her chair up slightly closer, the beauty found herself soon melting underneath the warmth of his body and that was enough to put a genuine smile on her face.
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