“Sir, all the information about Miss. Inessa Simmons.” Linda places a brown envelope on my desk.
My head is in grief because of that girl, she is the genuine pain in the ass; I don’t even understand how she got under my thin nerve so smoothly, which is rare. I don’t get hyped up so quickly but this girl succeeds to do that within five minutes of our talk last night.
Although I will not give her the whole credit to vex me up, her siblings helped her a lot in that area. Hazel especially, that girl made me resentful and dumbfounded at the same time, the rest her sister did all by herself.
All night, I couldn’t sleep. She is the reason. The seeds that she spilled at the party in front of my friends were the main reason for my sleepless night. All my friends called me last night to know if I was in bed with Inessa or not. Those assholes kept calling me until the four of the morning. I am sure madam was enjoying her beauty sleep when I was in the most pathetic situation of my life.
It certified all the things that came out of her mouth last night: pure nonsense. Rose, she called me rose all night, pretty rose, sweetie, sunshine, my headache swells thinking about last night, the horror night. Wait, is it Halloween already?
No, one more month to go before that, then Inessa is the actual terror of my life. I think this year and from afterward Halloween is the permanent factor in my life; the blame is on my charming bride.
I open the envelope once she leaves the room, I can’t wait to find out more about my future wife. Last night was strange from start to end, it was a ravaging night to recall, nothing went as I planned or wanted, everything was a wreck.
Seeing Inessa in Luke Hall’s arm was not a big deal. I saw her with that bloody bastard a million times before; I felt nothing. Now things are turning, she is going to be my wife, and expect her to behave in a definite way in public, I can’t detach the sour taste from my mouth, I can’t come to terms with him this close to her, she is mine; I need to make sure she knows that, too. There will no more “friendship” with the Halls.
Hall’s are McCoy’s worst nightmare after she becomes one she will understand properly.
There are not many enigmas about Inessa, catholic school to college that she is studying right now, she is clean as water, no boyfriend or criminal history, not even a single traffic ticket is issued on her name, she is an open book.
However, this makes me more curious about her, after knowing everything about her I am craving for more. I want to know her thoroughly now, in and out, heart and soul, happiness and sorrow, laughter and cry, I fucking want to be with her at this moment.
This is unusual for me to want to be with one woman. I spent five years with Olivia, still never felt this way when our time came to end or she went her home and I went mine.
It’s been merely ten hours since I saw Inessa and I am missing her. I don’t know what to do with this sensation now.
“New couple on the town, Inessa Simmon And Brian McCoy grace their presence in the last night gala together with hand in hand. According to the source, the couple is getting married, if that’s true then this powerful union is going to shake the Chicago overnight.”
“Hand in Hand. Inessa Simmons and Brian McCoy were seen coming and leaving together last night.”
“A billion-dollar marriage is about to take place?”
“A union that will shake the world. McCoy and Simmon’s are in their way to be a family.”
Robbie stops reading the headlines of the newspapers and online websites. I know all these shits: I have my daily dose with my breakfast every morning.
Today I was way more curious to know what these news-seeking people would write about me and my fiancée. The picture of me and Inessa leaving together hand in hand, or she sitting on my lap is trending all over social media, there is a hashtag related to us, a new couple name invented Brinessa and gosh, so many other hashtags. Some people are posting our pictures, again and again, the picture where Inessa is on my lap is the topic of discussion between the online community.
I don’t use any social media account but today I created one on I*******m and Twitter to know the drama that is going around our engagement. Of course, I used the fake name, I just need to see the posts, and that’s it.
That’s another day talk that I visited Inessa’s profile, at least seven times now. One minute I was checking my and Inessa’s pictures from the last night, the next second I was in her profile.
She posted some of her getting-ready pictures, one in front of the mirror after she was ready for the night, and many other. with 269k followers I must say, she is a celebration of the online world.
Her most post around her daily life, working in the charity, gala, schools, church, bible quotes, her travel vlog, friends, siblings, just everyday things.
And like a fool, I stalked her for three hours before coming to the office this morning. I missed my morning gym session for her which never happened in ten fucking years.
Robbie throws the papers on my desk in front of me as he sits on the chair ahead of my desk. My eyes stuck on the picture of me and my future bride holding hands together. Somehow, I get all worked up inside.
The dress she wore last night was too revealing. If I remember correctly she always enveloped her body into the fabric as if showing her skin is a crime, it quite acclaimed the conservation in the dressing sense to the entire Chicago. Last night she went out of her comfort zone and embraced something totally different, it boiled my blood.
The low neck cut of her dress, put a good show for the men out there, I saw how every one of those bastards’ eyes was lingering around her bosom, they barely looked at her face, they were busy ogling my fiancee’s boobs all night.
from old to young all of their eyes are glued to that one place, the sweet, innocent Inessa for the first time exposed herself so every man at the party didn’t want to miss their chance to see what’s beneath the woman whom they all secretly lust.
But the heat near my neck and anger in my eyes was real, I could have strangled those fuckers with my bare hands, without giving a second thought.
I never felt that before, Olivia used to wear exposing dress. Sometimes there were not enough clothes on her body to conceal her womanly area, I never felt any rage for that.
I proudly show her off to everyone, never felt this protective way for her, nor did I ever told her to put more clothing things. But with Inessa things are different, I don’t understand how.
I remember the summer Olivia and I went to Italy; we were on the beach with our friends; she got naked and honestly; I felt nothing that other people were seeing her that way. I cheered for her, did nothing to those thirsty eyes who were having sex with their eyes. When it comes to Inessa a sharp knife name protective comes into my mind, I can’t stand the same thing happening with her, I will throttle any man with my bare hand if they see her with lust or any other way.
“You two will rule the bloody Chicago like a king and queen,” Robbie smirks. “Your father took the best decision. I must agree with him, Inessa is perfect for you.”
“You don’t even know her.”
I am not in the mood to discuss her with my cousin right now; I don’t think I would ever be comfortable discussing her with anyone.
“By the way, did you two had a good night, together? Your future bride was too excited to get into your bed. Little rose your new name, I love it so much.”
Damn, he noticed. How can I forget that? This person knows every little detail when it comes to me. Growing up with him was a blessing, my friend, the only one with whom I could share every little detail of life, but now as an adult, I am regretting my bonding with him. I can’t hide anything from him, no matter how hard I try, he gets every little thing easily.
“Stop, please.” I am ruined, this woman’s wreck my life in one night.
“Why? Last night you enjoyed it when your fiancé called you all night,” he asks innocently.
“Don’t you have a meeting with our New York client in the next five minutes?”
“Say whatever you want man but you can’t deny my future sister-in-law’s charm.” I see he already chooses his team, this man belongs to team Inessa, if these two gather together then I am done, man. I give him my middle finger before he leaves my room.
I let out a little laugh. No offense but sometimes this man is out of control.
I pick up the papers to finish the rest of the information that Linda collected. Like her reputation this girl is neat and clean with no stain, I wish her behavior or mouth is clean too. I put the paper on my desk and lean on my chair; I close my eyes to find peace but that thing is nowhere near me.
Inessa: my sunshine, what are you doing?
I get a text from Inessa during the lunch break. If I thought she will stop doing that crap last night, so wrong I am. Because now, I know this will be my whole life.
Brian: Having lunch.
Inessa: thank you, I am done with my already.
Inessa: you forget to ask about me, so as an ideal fiancé I save you from trouble by informing you about my activities.
I dated enough women, met a good amount off, more than Inessa’s age I would say, sex too, however, this woman is different from everything. Everything I knew about the female nation is in question after seeing her. She talks way too much, never stops, keeping talking, she doesn’t even inhale oxygen, what kind of creature is she?
Inessa: you will call me five minutes from now and told me you are missing me, and also blow me kisses.
Inessa: okay, my rose.
Brian: What if I don’t.
I want to see how far she is going.
Inessa: nothing much, I will come to your office and demolish your brain with my talk.
Inessa: do you want that?
Inessa: five minutes from now.
I don’t reply anymore. I groan, shoot my hand in the air like a child, pace around the room with food in my mouth before calling her.
“Stop, will you?” she smiles loudly. “it’s so sweet of you.”
“Listen, I am a busy man, you can’t just call me and order me to do this kind of childish thing.” I snap, but that doesn’t bother this woman at all, not a single bit. She continues her rubbish.
“Owe, my heart melts.”
“Stop praising me, rose.”
“Stop calling me by that name.”
“Okay, bye, babe.” She makes some kisses sound. “Now it’s your turn.”
“I am not going to do that nonsense.”
“Are you sure?” she challenges me.
I do that; kiss her on the phone; I don’t get any action in real life but the virtual thing is going strong. We cut the call; she cut the call, the first time any woman cut the call on me, and I stare at the phone like a fool.
I thought her sister is dreadful, but she crosses all the lines of insanity; she is not what I thought at all; I don’t understand how she becomes society’s sweetheart, with this behavior people will run away from her. Only people like her will come in touch with her, this is the suicide of madness.
And the tortures keep going until the day after our engagement, Inessa calls me, texts me, teases me with new names, compels me to do things for her, as sending flowers is one of them.
“You will send me flowers every day, even after our marriage.” She says over the phone.
“Did you call me to say this rubbish thing? I am in the middle of a meeting right now.” I whisper.
“I don’t care. Send me flowers.”
“So sweet, rose.”
I still have a long way to figure this woman out, we don’t meet again after the gala night, in two days, the engagement will take place when I will be seeing her again. A shock wave of fear goes through my body. If she behaves as she did at the gale night, I am telling you I am going to lose my shit.
I see a gigantic white gold hola shape diamond in the middle of three bands with small diamonds all around the three bands is shining on my ring finger; I am engaged. Last night it took place, the moment everyone in Chicago was waiting for finally came to life. Too bad others can’t witness this epic engagement as it was between merely two-family, more like a hush-hush ceremony. I knew it was coming; I saw this ceremony taking place yet; it shook the hell out of me when Brian put the ring on my finger. Two of our families gather under the same roof. The middleman played my house on this occasion. All the McCoy’s and Brown that is Brian’s aunt’s household came to our house, this is the first time I saw all of them simultaneously. This was supposed to be my twenty-year birthday party. Instead, instead, it became a business meeting, Brian put the ring on my finger, then all the McCoy (Brian, Matthew, Viola, one of Brian’s sisters, she means business only,
I stand on the alter, this is the d-day, even now all the nerves of my body are restless, all of them are telling me to run away before you regret this stupid decision. However, my heart is at peace. I feel a slight expansion in my heartbeat, that’s the thrill of getting married, I don’t think so. Seeing Inessa again yes, maybe.Moreover, I am fucking wearing the pink tie that she chose for me. This is the first and last time I am wearing this kind of bullshit. After tonight I am going back to my black suit. Robbie, Owen, Viola, Lyra, all my friends, even my dada laughed loud when they saw me in pink.We connected the whole three weeks before the wedding through texts and calls. I needed to take off to London once again for a week. Inessa was busy with our wedding arrangement. That’s the reason she didn’t have much time to annoy me with her gibberish. It was peaceful weeks, the closest I have to have this woman stroll into
I love to think of myself as a cool woman. There are a few times in my life when I felt obstreperous. Papa always said being nervous is a sign of vulnerability. I think it’s trash. If I am having a particular feeling inside me, I think it’s sensible to express that. What’s the point of denying emotion that is messing with your peace of mind already? And how that sensation becomes our weakness just out of my capability of understanding.I don’t know if I believe that or not, but most of the time I am tranquil. I don’t want other people to pick out any of my things and go with that. Even though I do nothing, I am the constant subject of debate at parties among both men and women.Sometimes these disputes turn into denunciation and bitching, which I don’t need that in my life.Ton points at everything from my hair to my toe, my lipstick to my shoe, dress to the pouch.That’s the reason I go har
“I will tell you everything later.” Inessa is standing in front of the window, a white shirt is concealing her pale naked body, which was underneath my torso for the most part of the night.I open my eyes a little bit more to see her properly; she is talking to someone on the phone, explaining our marriage. It’s still dark outside, I think it is not more than 4:30 in the morning; I wonder who the hell is calling my wife at this inappropriate time.The only name that comes to my mind is Luke Hall. Whether it’s he on the other side of the phone or he is the one who is calling her at this time of the night, I am announcing war against him. I can easily chew him away.“Bye.” She cuts the call, runs her hand through her long hair.She stands a bit longer near the window, admiring the view before coming to the bed.Without making any sound, she lies down on the bed again; I roll over to her and p
It’s a two-hour and twenty-minute flight from London to Olbia Coast, Italy. When we arrive at the airport, a car is standing by for us at the airport. After thirty more minutes of driving, we got to the resort where we will stick around for the next week. We check in to our room and immediately both Briand and I fall on the bed. This has been a tiring trip.I have always wanted to visit Italy for the summer. Last year Veronica and I planned a trip to Italy, then my papa’s fourth marriage happened. His wife, Genelia, is not someone I count on. I will never depend on her with my pet, let alone my siblings.She is the most reckless person I have ever encountered. Seriously, sometimes you require to be vigilant, but she is consistently lost somewhere, and that somewhere is not the place she is present in. I could have left them on Maria, but Genelia always kept Maria busy with her unnecessary work.She didn’t take no from any
I stay all day away from Inessa. The itch that I feel for this woman is evident, the fire of passion is flaming too high inside me, notably around my dick.The way I want to get intimate with her is new to me. It shocks me too. This animalistic hunger for a woman is like a new world to me. I never feel this kind of raw desire for Olivia or the prostitute I was with, with them it was straight to business.Olivia and I were more like fuckbuddy, I don’t think we were ever lovers. What is the definition of lovers? I googled it “A partner in a sexual or romantic relationship outside marriage”. If this is the true meaning, then sure, we were lovers. I mean, we were sexually active. Every time we were together, we banged one another like a psychopath, but there was no romance between us.We both met in a bar. I was there with some Chinese investors celebrating a deal that I signed five years ago. A small pub a few blocks away fr
“You should keep your mouth shut sometimes, Inessa. Your bold over-smart mouth will ruin you one day.” My papa’s word. For a long time, I neglected these. I don’t really give a damn what my father’s say as I don’t think him someone honorable to heed attention to.Everyone knows how obnoxious Andrew Simmons is. No one wants to be close to that narcissist man if it’s not demanded. All my siblings, even our maids, tried to stay away from my father’s judgemental thoughts.But right now, I wish I could keep my mouth shut, like the woman who talks about her husband’s mistress on their honeymoon. I don’t know if he has someone to warm his bed other than me. In the past, of course, he definitely had a parade of women in his life. I don’t know if he cheated on Olivia or not.Still, I don’t think it’s right to bring that woman on our honeymoon during this romantic dinner t
Olivia passed away in a car accident six months ago. I was in New York at that time for a meeting to attend with Robbie. I was there for a week. During that one-week separation, we remained connected through calls and texts. We even had phone sex the morning of her death.I cracked the deal; it was a significant one for the company and mostly for my masculine ego. We had a modest dinner with the clients after that; I went to Tiffany and Co., yes, to purchase a ring for Olivia.I had no clue what came to me that night. It just felt right. After all, she was with me all the time, she never complained, smiled every time, even the two times I brought her home for Sunday dinner. She was so friendly with everyone. So I thought the next step of marriage between us made sense, maybe.I chose a cushion-cut sapphire with small diamonds all around it for her, an emerald, and a sparkling ring. She once disclosed her love for the material, so I figured