Twists of Fate: My Girlfriend’s Unexpected Connection to My Dad

I Finally Introduced My Girlfriend to My Parents, but My Dad Shockingly Already Knew Her

When Jake at last brings his fiancée to his parents, he finds out that his father is acquainted with her. Alternatively, of her — disclosing her covert existence of dimly lit eateries and business dealings…

Usually, I’m not the type of man that brings girls home to their parents. I must first confirm these for sure. Naturally, my mother wants me to settle down because I’m thirty.

However, after meeting Jess, I had an overwhelming need to bring her home right away. I wanted her to meet my mother. Jess also desired the approval of her family.

“Jake, I need them to accept me, you know?” As she chopped up fruit for us, she said. “I’m one of those girls, where if I don’t feel welcome, I’m probably going to end the relationship.”

I gave her credit. Jess was a force of nature; despite her compassion, she was self-reliant and only asked for people’s respect.

I believed I had seen it all as a child growing up in the lap of luxury—the good, the horrible, and the morally dubious. My mother was a chic lady who took pride in maintaining a spotless home, and my father was a prosperous businessman.

However, nothing had ready me for Jess. She was unlike anyone I’d ever met, with a fascinating presence and an amazing ability to make everyone around her feel seen and heard.

Sitting across from me, Jess said, “Jake, it’s been six months.” “I believe your folks and I should have supper together. Do you not concur?

“All right,” I replied. “I’ll arrange it.”

My mom was inconsolable.

She cried out over the phone, “What?” “A girl is going home with you! I’ll prepare food.”

This would not be an easy night.

When nightfall arrived, Jess was confined to her closet.

She pulled out another alternative and stated, “I just want to be perfect.”

Jess was perfect when we went to my parents’ place. She spoke with my mother’s cook and gave her props for each dish that my mother prepared.

I said in a whisper, “I think it’s going well,” to her.

She put her hand on my knee.

All seemed well, but I could not help but notice that my father’s eyes were fixed on Jess. He kept looking at her during the dinner as if he knew her, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. or had some knowledge of her.

It eluded me to solve. I didn’t want to question him about it at the table, though. I had to hold off until after supper.

My mother pushed her chair back and said, “I’m going to give Jess a tour of the gardens.” “You’ll love how beautiful it is at night.”

Jess gave me a smile and trailed behind my mom as she guided them outdoors.

My father said, “Son,” without thinking twice. “I am familiar with her! I am acquainted with Jess.

“How?” I enquired. I was relieved he had brought it up. I didn’t want to tell my dad that I saw my girlfriend the entire time we were eating.

With a sigh, he handed each of us a drink.

“Not personally, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he replied. “But I’ve seen her at the restaurant with different men.”

I was well aware of the restaurant because my father conducted business there with the majority of the local business community. There, they courted and dined one another in the hopes of securing greater earnings and benefits to offset any unscrupulous actions.

“Jess would always be around when a big deal was about to go down,” he said. Like, she appeared to be fairly informed. Jake, the men adore her.”

“And what did you think? that she was precisely what?” I enquired.

The question lingered in the air like a bitter pill encased in fear and skepticism.

“Not a ‘lady of the night,’ for lack of a better term, son,” he explained, trying to close the gap in comprehension with a gentler voice now.

“It’s not quite like that. She’s got a talent, more like a gift. These men, after they’ve met her, are different. They get more accomplished and determined. And no, it has nothing to do with what you’re implying, before you ask. It’s not that.

Always at my side, Jess, the lady whose soul I believed to be as familiar as mine, was a silent stronghold defending her secrets.

I sipped my drink and said, “I’m not sure whether to believe you.”

From the doorway, Jess replied, “He’s right, Jake.” “I have been providing assistance to these men—of course for a fee. However, I’ve been utilizing NLP methods. Really, it’s not manipulation. It’s all about motivation and empowerment. as well as aspiration.”

“Ah, Jess. My mother replied, “I think it’s time to start explaining,” as she stood behind Jess.

“What’s NLP?” I sat back in my seat and inquired.

Miming, “It’s neuro-linguistic programming,” Jess sipped her water. Holding their hands and encouraging them to believe in something more than themselves is all that’s involved. however, manipulating their success with that.”

Her remarks touched a nerve in me for some reason.

I looked up at her, trying to find the Jess I knew in her eyes. She had changed in some way since then. I saw a new side of her as she sat beside me.

Jess would have became a siren and sang her way through the remainder of our lives if our lives were a story.

“Have you been doing this to me, too?” I questioned icily.

Her hand came to rest on mine, a comforting touch.

“No, Jake. It is different with you. I wanted us to be sincere and true to ourselves. With you, I didn’t need to employ any methods or approaches.”

There was a heavy silence in the room, the kind that clouds speech and leaves one unsure of what to do next.

My mother remarked, “I think we should call it a night.” “But you two need to talk.”

After leaving Jess at her apartment, I headed straight home. I was totally planning on going home and having a beer. I was feeling nervous about the whole thing. It was obvious to me how I felt about Jess. However, I was also wondering how I had arrived at those emotions.

My phone flared up in the wee hours of the morning with a text from Jess.

When can I come see you? Treat me to brunch.

I was naturally eager to see her. I cherished her. But I needed her to give me clarification.

When we sat down to eat, I commented, “You seem to have a talent for what you do.” “My father thinks that you’re quite impressive.”

The ensuing discussion was challenging yet transforming. As Jess’s past came to light, it was a story of adversity and tenacity that gave new meaning to her actions.

She murmured, “Look, Jake,” as she lowered her fork upon her dish. “People have always said that I have persuasiveness. I’m not unfamiliar with it. You must now realize that I have to support my family. I enrolled in an online course about it. My father hinted that I might get paid if I figured out how to use my gift to assist others achieve their goals.”

“And they’ve been doing that?” I enquired.

Indeed. I made friends with businessmen in this way. I used to trick people into dealing more than they ought to at casinos. But they only required a little prodding if the chances were on their side. You’re aware?”

Right, I chewed on my sandwich and said carefully.

“But I see now that there’s a moral line that I may have crossed.”

Jess was right, I thought. I couldn’t tell if it was pure faith in the lady I loved, or if she was just using her persuasive skills on me. However, I took her word for it.

“So, all those nights that you’ve been working…” I became rambling.

“I was taking part in this,” she said.

We felt strangely at ease with each other as we left our brunch spot. However, an additional concern tormented me: did my parents accept Jess? Alternatively, did they believe she was someone else?

Leaving Jess at her sister’s house, I went to buy food for the coming week, not knowing if my parents would allow Jess back into the house. My father called when I was chit-chatting with the cashier.

“Father, I have a thought,” I heard him say. “Bring Jess home this evening.”

Oh my, I thought. What comes next?

I was unsure if our meeting with my parents would yield any positive outcomes. However, I brought Jess back, and she was overjoyed at the idea of my family getting in touch with her again.

Inside the car, she exclaimed, “It’s a great thing, Jake.”

There were sweets all over the dining table when we arrived at my parents’ house.

“Are we celebrating something?” I kissed my mother’s head and asked.

However, my dad took command.

What if, Jess, there’s another route? Is there a way you could use this talent of yours in an honest, moral manner? We have the ability to initiate something. A consultation, for example. We could actually benefit others by using your skills. Companies even motivate their personnel in order to improve communication. Additionally, everything would be legal.”

Jess responded with a mix of optimism and shock.

Would you do that? For me, please?”

With a hard yet gentle tone, my mother added, “It’s not just for you.” It’s the proper course of action. for all those concerned. There also won’t be any shady restaurant business operations.”

My folks kept talking to Jess about potential dates. I then let them handle it. I took a piece of cake by myself.

I was at a loss on how to handle my relationship. Yes, everything with Jess was wonderful and everything. However, I was unsure if I would be preoccupied with the question of whether she was abusing her expertise on me at all.

Would I live up to her expectations of me or be my own person?