Chapter 6: Living With The Watson Family

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"Benjamin, come on, everyone knows we're in debt," James joked. But Benjamin looked serious. "James, quit pretending. If your family wasn't doing well, would you use Johnny Walker Blue Label to marinate seafood?" "Johnny Walker Blue Label?" James was confused. He'd never even heard of it. "Quit acting clueless. That's the booze used to marinate those crawfish," Benjamin said, pointing at the plate. "Johnny Walker Blue Label is the latest premium liquor. Only ten bottles in all of Jamora. It's so rare that it's going for as much as $30,000 a bottle. I heard the Davis family bought the last two bottles." James was stunned and looked over at Oliver. "This is just some cheap booze that a hick picked up on the street. How could it be Johnny Walker Blue Label?" Martha was dumbfounded. Rosalie stared at Oliver in disbelief. Was this some joke? How could this hick possibly afford such expensive liquor? "Oliver, tell me. How did you get this liquor?" Rosalie demanded, her tone sharp. Martha jumped in, "Yeah, spill it! The Davis family bought them, so how did it end up with you?" "Everybody relax, maybe Benjamin's just mistaken," James cut in, sensing things were getting out of hand. But Benjamin insisted, "James, you know me. I have the best nose for alcohol. I've smelled Johnny Walker Blue Label before. There's no way I'm wrong." James shot Benjamin a glare. "I just remembered I have something to do. I'll leave you all to eat," Benjamin said quickly before leaving. "Jayden Davis gave me," Oliver replied, not hiding anything from Martha and Rosalie. "Jayden Davis? The head of the Davis family gave you?" Rosalie snorted. Martha, getting worked up, said, "Exactly! How could a hick like you even know Jayden Davis? You must have stolen it! Our family won't tolerate a thief!" Oliver felt his temper rising, but forced a cold smile. "Mrs. Martha, you need proof before you accuse me of stealing. Do you have any?" "I... I..." Martha stammered, unable to come up with any evidence. "Enough! Everyone, quiet down!" James raised his voice. He turned to Oliver. "Oliver, just be honest. How did you get those two bottles of Johnny Walker Blue Label?" Oliver smiled. "Mr. James, I swear, Jayden Davis did give them to me." "You... Whatever, let's eat." James figured Oliver must have his reasons, so he dropped it and told everyone to dig in. But Martha still looked embarrassed. After dinner, she immediately started bossing Oliver around. "You clean up the table and wash the dishes." Oliver didn't argue, just rolled up his sleeves and got to work. After all, he was living here for free, so pitching in was only fair. "Hmph, you marry my daughter without dowry, so you might as well do some chores." "Listen, from now on, all the chores are your responsibility. If you can't handle it, get out!" Martha said, sounding justified. "No problem, Mrs. Martha. As long as I'm here, I'll take care of everything," Oliver replied as he cleaned. Martha was fuming. She turned to Rosalie, "See? This guy has no shame at all. We can't even get rid of him." "It's not up to him whether he stays or goes," Rosalie sneered, standing up and heading to her room. Once she was in her room, Rosalie pulled out her phone and called her best friend, Paige. "Hey Rosalie, what's up?" Paige answered. Paige was one of Rosalie's best friends, along with Emily. The three of them had been inseparable since college, always sharing a dorm and telling each other everything. "I just registered my marriage with my fiancé," Rosalie said. "Seriously? So, what's he like? Spill!" Paige asked, surprised. Rosalie let out a bitter laugh. "My fiancé is a total hick, shameless, and freeloading at my place. I can't get rid of him no matter what." "What? That shameless?" Paige said. "You're the CEO, and this hick is just mooching off you? You need to kick him out." Rosalie sighed, "I wish I could, but it's not that easy." "How can it not be? Tomorrow is Morgan Parker's birthday. He invited us." "You know how he feels about you. If he finds out you have some hick fiancé, he's going to flip." Paige sounded a little sneaky. "Just bring your hick fiancé along tomorrow, and I promise he'll be gone." Rosalie thought for a second. "Alright, we'll do it your way. If he won't leave on his own, I'll make sure he does." After hanging up, Rosalie tossed her phone aside and got ready to take a shower. As soon as she turned around, she saw someone standing at the door, and was so startled she fell right on her butt. The person rushed over. "Honey, are you okay? Did you hurt your butt? Here, let me rub it for you," Oliver said, genuinely worried, reaching out to help. Rosalie immediately pushed him away, face darkening. "What are you doing in my room?" "Uh... Mr. James told me to come. He said since we're married, we should sleep in the same room," Oliver explained. "Dad, seriously..." Rosalie muttered, torn between annoyance and amusement. Then she glared at Oliver. "You get out. Now!" "But Mr. James said there aren't any other rooms," Oliver replied, making no move to leave. Rosalie bit her lip. "Fine, you can sleep in my room, but only on the floor!" "If you so much as touch me, I'll fight you with everything I've got!" With that, she grabbed a pair of scissors and stuck them under her pillow. Seeing that, Oliver sighed. Not wanting to push his luck, Oliver made himself a spot on the floor and lay down. He glanced at Rosalie's back on the bed, and couldn't help but ask, "Babe, you don't want me to rub it for you?" "Get lost!"

Chapter 6: Living With The Watson Family

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