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My mate, My exception novel Chapter 10

Summary for Chapter 10: My mate, My exception

Summary of Chapter 10 – A pivotal chapter in My mate, My exception by Patrick Rob

The chapter Chapter 10 is one of the most intense moments in My mate, My exception, written by Patrick Rob. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.

"You look beautiful, Jen." He tells me. I have to remind myself to inhale.

"You do too." I say before I can stop myself. I immediately blush and look to the ground. My eyes don't even make it to the porch floor before his finger shoots out to lift my chin back up. My chin tingles from his finger and his eyes make my heart swell.

"You're early!" I state, trying to make conversation. "And how did you know where I lived?"

He smirks and shakes his head, "I'll get back to you on the address. As for the time, I wanted to introduce myself to your parents." He goes to take a step forward into my house and I quickly step in front of him onto the front porch, closing the door behind me.

"No, you definitely do not need to do that." I say quickly. I don't need my parents nailing me about going on a date.

"Jen, I insist." He politely objects. Then he reaches around me and rings the doorbell. I internally panic and groan. I turn around to go back inside before they come to the door, but the door had locked me out.

So I sit here and wait for my parents to open the door and catch me in my lie. To make matters worse, my dad is the one who answers.

He looks at me surprised, then sizes up Jake. He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side. I open my mouth to explain, but Jake beats me to it.

"Good Evening sir, my name is Jake. I hope you don't mind me borrowing Jen for the night?" He says it in a very professional way. The "sir" and him asking to "borrow me for the evening" makes me question why he even bothers kissing my dad's ass.

My dad looks in awe in the doorframe. I don't think he was expecting this at all. The poor guy only wanted his pizza.

Eventually something in him snaps and he turns into Mr. Don't Hurt My Daughter.

"I wasn't aware she had a date," he states and I regret asking Jake to pick me up at all. Driving myself sounded more and more appealing in the moment. However, my dad choses the one time in his whole life to play cool. "but I do hope you'll take care of her." He finishes, making sure to add his firm dad voice.

"Of course sir." Jake agrees, letting out a sigh of relief. I guess he's a little bit nervous after all.

"Have her home by eleven, Jake." He says, hesitating before his name because I knew he had to debate whether or not he got his name right. I give him an encouraging smile as Jake replies with "no problem".

We make our way to his car, which was a newer Jeep model. I don't know what model but it do appreciate it's new smell and shiny tint.

"Nice car." I tell him as he opens my door for me.

"Thanks," he responds before walking over to his side of the car. Once he gets in he continues, "I guess you could say I borrow it from work."

"Well someone's gotta lighten the mood." I tease.

"What are you trying to tell me?" He pretends to act offended as he gasps dramatically. "Do find this date to be uneventful already?"

"On the contrary, I have found this car ride quite eventful" I insist. "I was more so pointing out the fact that I live with three older guys who seem more hormonal than I am seventy percent of the time." Jake laughs at that, in which I eventually join in.

Even though I only met Jake a week ago- with almost six of those days not even in contact with him- I feel like he's an old friend. It's almost as if we have been doing this for a month. This doesn't even feel like a first date. Being with him just makes me feel so comfortable. Here I am, laughing my ass off with probably the most obnoxious look on my face, and he still seems to be enjoying himself as well.

"Are we almost there?" I ask, trying not to sound too blunt.

"We'll be there in under five." He responds smoothly.

I sigh in relief. Thank God.

"Is being stuck in a car with me that bad?" He asks fake offendedly. I snort- like the true lady I am- and look at him driving. I start to come up with a retort but looking at him takes my breath away. I mean sure, I have been glancing his way here and there this whole time, but really staring at him makes me lose track of my thoughts.

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