9

"Parker," I call my assistant once I end my phone call with the client. I would use the intercom sometimes but I figured calling him out loud works just the same with less effort so, "Parker."

"Yes Mr Knight?" The bulky man shows up two seconds later, ready with his notepad.

He has taken over the assistant job a year ago when Serena transferred to the Legal department after she finished Law school but the notepad is still in his hand as if he's a junior.

"Did you get the papers filled?"

"What paper, Mr Knight?" He's big but when he opens his mouth he's like this little mouse, always seems intimidated by me for the fact we're of the same size.

"Papers for my marriage cert." I'm slightly annoyed by his slowness but the thought of finally getting married to the love of my life this weekend kicks all those negative feelings away. Can't wait to make my fiancee officially mine.

"Oh!" Like something just rings a bell he nods, "Yes, everything has been filled out by Miss Eve. She gave me the papers this morning."

We've been a secret couple for so long but I'm glad Eve agreed to let one person know about us. Parker handles my schedule so planning for dates and short vacations is way easier by knowing who my lover is.

"Give me the papers so I can check it before sending it to the courthouse."

"Alright!" He clumsily stumbles on nothing when he hurries outside to get the papers from his desk.

Urgh, Parker and his clumsiness always irritate me that I feel like getting a new assistant but I haven't gotten to it; I'm too busy with work, and persuading Eve to marry me during my free hours.

"Here, Mr Knight." He hands me the black file timidly.

"Thanks. You can go now."

I wouldn't even check these papers if Serena is still my assistant because she's a detailed person, and obviously since they're siblings so she should've known Eve better when it comes to legal documents hence verifying them herself. But to trust Parker on this, no, I should do this myself if I want my wedding to happen this Sunday.

Wanting to check the filled out details, my eyes somehow run to the surname section first. My heart warms to know she chooses to use my surname after marriage; the role play we had on certain nights calling her Yvette Knight is going to be realised.

Wanting to ensure all the documents are in place prior to checking the details in the form, I put the checklist on my left while the other documents on my right.

Birth certificate check, driving licence check, oh shit she's so cute in her driving licence.

[Name: Yvette Tanner

Date of Birth: 2 January 1999]

Ahhh another Gen-Z baby. No wonder she's behaving like a spoiled brat. Though I had fun disciplining her in bed.

Wait. 1999?

My eyes quickly check the picture. It’s her, my fiancee. It's really her. But 1999? That's 18 this year. Shit. She's eightTEEN? And it's still December so she's seventeen?!

Fucking hell.

The fast beat of my heart makes me stand up. I pace back and forth while viewing the copy of her driving license again.

This can't be right. She's supposed to be 27 this year, not 17. I'm supposed to be in love with a high school teacher, not a high school student. I'm not a pedofile!

Oh shit. I fucked a minor?!

Doing some calculation in my head of our first time sleeping together, ohhh shit! She was 15! Fifth-TEEN. I'm a pedofile! And I've been one since 2 years ago!

"Parker!" I shout while standing next to my table, my finger runs fast for her birth certificate. I need to make sure of her date of birth in case my eyes are playing tricks on me.

"Yes Mr Knight?"

"Get the car ready." I can't drive with this state of mind. But I desperately need an explanation from her. I refuse to believe this. We've been honest with each other since day one. So what the hell is happening? Why is she doing this to me? Why did she lie about her age?

"Now, Mr Knight?"

"Now!" I growl at him, absolutely annoyed to the max at this point.

"Okay!" He vanishes behind the wall as I hear him talk to my driver on the phone, asking the car to be ready downstairs.

Why Sweetheart, why?

***

The private elevator takes me straight to my penthouse and I can't wait to see her face. I can't wait to hear whatever bullshit she's going to give me, because this, is, absolutely, unacceptable. How stupid can I be to be lied every single day for this long?

She was at the kitchen when I walked in, so focused with her measuring cup and flour. Knowing it's gonna be hell from now on, I stand from this hidden spot to savour the last look of my happy fiancee that's currently singing along with the music that is blasted in such high volume.

I’ve always loved her and her mini concert despite my annoyance towards unnecessary noise. Urgh, she has indeed changed me.

She did tell me she's going to bake brownies for dessert today, and reminded me before I went to work that I’ll be responsible for the main course since she has handled the dessert part.

What happened, Eve? Why? We're supposed to be this loving couple. We're going to get our relationship out to the world and have a wedding in less than a week. What happened? Am I so blindly in love that I didn't see this lie?

I don't want to have this fight.

If it's up to me, I just want to pretend that this never happened. I will wed her, we will live together happily the way we planned, have kids and grow old, only death can do us apart.

Is this lie going to do us apart, though?