Alistair's Pov

"Anything which my guests choose to wear becomes the dress code", he patted on my father's back whilst side-hugging him. Everyone amongst us chortled at Chloe's father's execrable pun. We rested ourselves on the sectional sofas which included fixtures that connected the pieces to keep them from separating, its black color fitted perfectly with the creamy-colored texture of the living room.

It was really pleasurable to spend the evening in Mr. and Mrs. Simpsons' company. My father connected well with Chloe's father, as he started explaining to him the roadmap which he had planned for the upcoming elections. He was disclosing the topics which were already on the news and weren't something considered confidential.

After a while, a lady in her mid-30's entered the living room with a trolley that consisted of soft drinks/ fruit juices. She asked us our priorities and served us whatever fit us best.

As we were sipping on our drinks, Mr. Simpson started the conversation, "We're deciding to go international. With having our presence in Asia and Europe already, we're deciding to check out for more opportunities in America. Can be a blockbuster or a flop-show, but that's a risk we are willing to take"

My father listened to him very carefully and allowed him to complete his statement, "That's a great idea. All you need to do is some primary research. I can recommend to you some area experts in the states. They're really good friends of mine. They can help you out", no, my father wasn't bragging. He really had great connections.

"We will discuss business later. Let's go have dinner", Chloe's mom aka Mrs. Lydia Simpson interrupted them and guided us towards the dining table.

We nodded joining her as she took the lead and walked ahead. The table was in the shape of a huge rectangle with two chairs on either side for heads and the remaining chairs on the remaining side. The Side surface of the tabletop was carved with a decorative railing. A beautiful set of crockery was decorated on the dining table.

To my surprise, it wasn't Mr. Simpson who took the position for the head, but Chloe instead. My father was on his way to acquire the other side of the head but when he saw Chloe, he took a step behind. To his content, it was only me who was consciously monitoring his hilarious etiquette. I chuckled keeping my hand on my mouth, fixing all my attention towards my dad.

"Yes, Mr. Dickman, please take a seat on the other end", my father didn't even pretend to reject the offer. He at once got himself seated. My father had a patriarchal mindset but it was only the heritage he continued. I don't blame him for growing up with the Dickman's.

"It's really astonishing to see how you let your daughter head the dinner", my father neatly opened the handkerchief and placed it on his thighs as he compliments Mr. Simpson as he couldn't control his inquisitiveness.

"Chloe really likes the place so I decided to let her sit whenever she stays with us. Plus, it doesn't really matter where one sits. It really is a matter of respect and I'm certain that my princess respects me a lot", Mr. Simpson rubbed Chloe's hands as she was sitting right next to her.

I decided to intervene, "Yeah. For some reason my dad never allowed me or Christine to take his seat", I looked at Christine and chuckled. Christine gulped the whole of the glass's juice to swallow the lump which I caused. She merely smiled and nodded, "But, I'm guessing my dad's going to take some lessons now", I looked at my father playfully and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"We have a tradition which only allows the man slash woman in power to take over that seat. I'm the fifth generation to successfully adhere to it. I really doubt if there's any sixth generation to it", my mother started coughing because she probably wasn't enjoying the friendly banter between a father and his son. My father laughed and continued, "But, my son, never in my 58 years, I ever was this desperate to be proven wrong"

Chloe interrupted us, "Alistair's great. He's adorable and I'm not saying this because I'm seeing him. I've seen people like him. He also has fan pages on Instagram", she took a bite of the saucy potatoes.

"The kid will do just fine", Mr. Simpson complimented and Mrs. Simpson continued, "Exactly. He's going to make everyone proud"

"I believe in him. I do, I really do", my father replied whilst cutting the chicken breast and dipping it in the pepper cheese sauce, he took a spoonful of it, and "which is why we've started with the campaigns already. He's the man, my family, and I have full faith in him."

"Interesting, my daughter's boyfriend has my vote", he cheered. This man was really amazing. Chloe's nature, on the other hand, wasn't even close to her parents. She was more of my father's daughter based on her behavior. Elegant, classy, and really sophisticated!

While the rest of the food was being served, my father and Mr. Simpson discussed their businesses and their mutual connection. They really had some friends in common which is how they kept on stretching their conversation. When our stomach was bored with the food and our ears of their discussion, we made our way to the living room again.

"So, what do you say Mr. Simpson, shall we let the kids put a ring to their fingers", my father laughed to lighten the seriousness in his tone as he sipped the tea.

Mr. Simpson laughed as I coughed, "You're really funny Mr. Dickman", and he looked at my face, gave me an assuring nod, and continued "It's really the decision of the kids. However, I think that the kids should first live together and then think of having a name. I mean, gone are the days when tags were crucial to be a part of society. If there's love then there's trust and if there's trust then the question of commitment doesn't pop up"

I wanted to hug the man and kiss him out of flattery but I somehow let my emotions be on hold. I looked at my father who somehow was letting the rope's grip on his tongue stay tight. "-But, it's impossible. We know the media and the opposition parties. One wrong move and they slay you"

"I don't agree but that's a sensitive topic and I don't think that it should be touched upon", we all agreed in unison as the last thing we wanted was to end this beautiful night in the form of debate.

"Now, if you kind people will excuse us, I need to show my boyfriend my room", Chloe dragged me out of the gathering by pulling my hand as she held it. I wasn't uncomfortable with her touch but the mere fact that she wasn't Evelyn and the entire drama which otherwise could've only hurt my family could now hurt hers too.

We were in her room. It was nicely decorated in shades of pink and silver. Chloe held me through my arms as she leaned towards me. "So this is my little lair", she brushed her cheeks against my shoulders and continued, "I hope you like it".

Will pushing her away count as mean?

She made me sit on her bed as she spread her legs and sat on top of me. She curled her fingers and held me close through my neck as she gave me a peck on my cheek. She continued to go deeper as she started giving me wet kisses on the frontal portion of my neck. I tried pulling back but she firmed her grip and kissed me on my denim's collar.

"I guess you're taking the wrong sign", I threw my hands in the air gesturing that I surrendered.

"I know exactly what's right and what's not", she gave me a slight push making my body collapse on her bed. I bounced at its softness but could not regain my position as she instinctively laid herself over me, her hair brushing my face and her curves triggering the man within me.

Well, I didn't have feelings for Chloe but I was a man in the end. Erection doesn't ask for affection, no matter how unsusceptible I pretended to be. Chloe knew exactly which soft places to hit and she was mastering that art really well. As and when, my manhood started to rise, Chloe unzipped my pants and firmly held them, rapturing me.

I wanted to stop her but I couldn't. "Chloe, I can't do this"

"You're not doing anything", she pecked me softly on my lips "I am"

"I mean it. It's wrong. You're a friend"

"Friendship demands benefits, doesn't it?" she successfully removed my denim. She, quite playfully undressed too giving me the sight of her beauty. "It'll end and you won't even know it", she pushed herself closer to me, her breasts pressing against my torso.

"Then let it be it", I lifted myself up throwing her down giving her a taste of my dominance. There weren't any feelings allowed and Chloe didn't seem the type to like it gentle, so I shoved my weapon inside her. She moaned softly, her face displaying all layers of delight charging me even more.

It lasted for half an hour and we were knocked out by a sudden realization when our phone rang. I quickly stood up and buttoned myself. "It was a mistake", I murmured to myself on comprehending the fact that I'd broken the bro-code.

The Bro-Code.

"We still are good friends. That's what friends do to comfort each other. Don't worry, bub", she winked as he slid her body inside the dress.

"It's not something to worry about. I know", or it is.

We fixed our hair and faces as we left Chloe's room. I shouldn't have agreed to come with her in the first place. "Chloe, I think we must tell our families that we aren't a couple", I decided to confront everyone.

"I don't mind. I was just playing along. Whatever you wish for, I'm okay", she assured me with a smile.

Chloe genuinely was a nice person and if it weren't this complicated with Evelyn, I would've given her a chance. I liked her, as a friend and as a person. She was really cool to jell with. No complications, no expectations, and no demands.

Our parents were still together chatting over some destinations where they've vacationed in the past. We decided to join. So, I took the vacant seat next to my father. My father placed his hands across my shoulders pretending to side hug me. He gently patted me on my collars as he continued to talk with Chloe's dad.

I, first, didn't realize why was he doing that but I later realized that there must be a lip mark as Chloe kissed me on that specific place.

Oh damn. Couldn't Chloe be careful?

It was just the time when I was about to confront in front of the gathering about the truth of our relationship, I had to seal my mouth to stop the words from exiting it. I looked at Chloe and shrugged giving her a red flag. She agreed to it like she always did

The mess just got deeper and maybe uglier too. Christine and Charles left early saying they had a presentation to prepare for. I knew that they were sneaking out and saving themselves from the boredom. I would've done that too if I were in their shoes. The night was still young and everyone still lively.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my sexual encounter with Chloe. Chloe and I could seal our mouths and let it remain a secret but that would be breaking the code again and I wouldn't ever do that to my best friends.

"I think we must call it a night", dad appreciated them for their pleasant welcoming. My mother hugged Mrs. Simpson and continued, "I'll only consider it equals if you promise to come by our place and let us honor you, too"

"That's a deal", she laughed and replied.

We exited their place and as I was about to drive my car, my father stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder, "We need to talk, son"

"We ought to", I needed answers and maybe I was going to have them now.

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