King Justin |j.b| (slowly updating)

The Middle: The Date

                                                ~J~
Chanel was truly something else. Something amazing. Her entire presence gave me every ounce of happiness that I've ever dreamed of. But there was a catch.
There's always a catch.

"Justinan, did you even hear me?" Elizabeth asked, clearing growing annoyed with me. "I asked if February 13th was okay?" I shrugged and looked through the things she had saved to her laptop for our wedding. This was a a lot of shit.

"Okay, great." She went to typing on her phone at an inhuman speed. Connie leaned against the kitchen counter with her normal glass of hot tea in her hand. "This wedding's coming along quite nice, ain't it?" She asked and took a sip of tea carefully because it was still far too hot for her.

"Yep." Elizabeth said, "It's coming along very well. I can basically have everything I want and it's the wedding I've always dreamt of the King and I having." 

"Interesting." Connie said. "And I suppose you've already started on the invitations?"

"I don't know why." I mumbled to myself and shut her laptop. "You're planning for a wedding when I haven't even proposed to you yet. That's insane."

"It's smart," She replied. "I know you're going to propose to me sometime around Christmas or after your brother's wedding so I may as well prepare myself."

I frowned. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, that I'll be proposing to my actual girlfriend and not some woman my father picked for me to marry?"

She laughed a very satanic laugh. "You're being ridiculous, love. She can't possibly be what you want. I'm everything you'll ever want and need," She stood up and cupped my face in her hand. "Please remember that, baby." She let go of my face grabbed her laptop from me. "I'll be upstairs in my room if you need me."

"When has he ever needed you?" London snarled while opening the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of water and shut the door, turning to us. "Not to be rude or anything. Where is Chanel? I need her

I shrugged. "I didn't really take offense to it so I don't mind."

Elizabeth scowled at her and brushed past her to get out of the kitchen.

"As for Chanel, she's probably still sleeping. You know how you women are."

London cut her eyes at me. "Say it again."

I smirked and grabbed my bottle of water from the counter. "It again."

She rolled her eyes and sat beside Elizabeth's wedding stuff on the counter. "I thought I was the only one around here that was supposed to be planning an actual wedding, not you." I shrugged. "Who said I was planning any of this stuff? I'm letting her do whatever for the time being to keep the peace but other than that-"

"Justinan, what did Connie tell you about coming in here all hours of the morning? You ain't even let us cook breakfast good enough for ya before you come in here." Jackie, one of our many chefs said, and handed her own daughter a couple of plates. "Take this out to the dining room, dear. The family will be waking up any minute now to be ready for their breakfast and it's fixin' to be a good one."

"Yes ma'am." The little girl said and carried all of those plates away all by herself.

I sat upright. "Jacqueline?" She looked up from her skirt. "Yes sir?"

"How much on average do you all get paid?"

She shrugged, her hands balled into fists. Connie came back in with a fully cooked ham and sat it on the counter. "Well, sir, we gets paid about a dollar or two an hour. Depending on what we do for you, my king."