CHAPTER NINE

Arianna's POV.

Watching him play the good husband only made me realize one thing. He could act like a responsible person when he was in the mood, but when he was in the mood to be a pain in a person's butt, he wouldn't waste any time, and it was my duty to bring him back to the present. His doting attitude could make a woman think that he was truly in love with them and fall into his hands only to realize that he was only trying to make a mess out of their lives. 

"He's gone; you can stop the act now," I said with a roll of my eyes, hoping that he listened to me and I wouldn't have to talk to him or do anything besides the usual. 

A few minutes later we were approaching our landing stop. "Once we get to my parents' house, I need you to be as submissive as you can be. We can always continue our fights later on, but for now, we are the best couple they are ever going to meet. They are sweet people so it's going to be pretty easy for us to pull those stunts. If you are going to be a pain in my neck, I promise you I will do everything to disgrace you before them, and you are only going to shout." Evan told me. 

I smacked my lips together imagining smacking a bat across his face and damaging that good property. Wait, what? Why did I even think about it as being good? 

"I know that I am a very attractive man, but you should stop staring at me; there is no one here anymore." He said with a sneer.

This man had a way of messing with my mind but I refused to give him the satisfaction of getting away with everything he wanted to do because I knew what he was up to. I smiled sweetly at him practicing my next move for when I approached his parents. "Guess it's good that I start staring into your eyes so that I can be able to fool your sweet parents." I retorted sarcastically. 

He threw his head back and laughed as though I had cracked the joke of the century. 

"I always knew you would make me laugh."

I rolled my eyes and decided not to answer him anymore because he was going to make me run mad, and that was the last thing I wanted for myself, especially right now. I just wanted to have some peace, but he was not going to allow me to have that because that would make him lose his teeth. 

Twenty minutes later, we were on our way to a grand Mansion, according to what he had told me in the car. Talk about, "My parents have the largest house in the country." 

Was I supposed to be happy that his parents had access to money? I knew that he came from money, so there was no need for the reminder, but I guess if he didn't do that, he wouldn't be at ease and needed to make the whole world know that he came from substance. 

This was a syndrome that he needed to deal with but it wasn't my duty to point it out to him. I wasn't his therapist and not his wife in its very sense. 

"You should also learn to smile, my parents can pick up on any emotion. Did I forget to tell you that my mother is a psychologist who doubles as a business conglomerate?" He said, his voice dripping with bragging. 

"I have heard so much about your parents which makes me think like I have already met them before. Can I retain some quietness till I get there and start my pretense?" I snapped at him. If I allowed him to go on, if you were coming to make my life miserable, and by the time I was out of this car, I would have lost more of my hair than I would if I had alopecia. 

He laughed and scooted closer to me. "You shouldn't be so defensive especially when it comes to people winning. I understand how you must feel to be broke but I am not the cause of your problems either. We can learn to be on good terms so that when we get there, it won't be so hard for them to believe. My mother is going to nit-pick everything that we do. If you think I'm bad, it must be that you have not met my parents."

I rolled my eyes at his advice. How was this supposed to help me be unnerved especially when I finally approached them?

"Don't you think you are scaring me more than helping me out? Why do you care about stressing me out so much? Does it give you joy to be in control of my emotions? Do I need to be worried? Do you need to get your head checked? I'm sure when we arrive at your home your mom is going to take you to her hospital if she has one and conduct a thorough check on you so that I can be free from this shenanigans!" I yelled at him. 

That didn't stop him from throwing his head backward and laughing as though I had made another joke. Did this man ever consider my feelings? 

I looked outside just to keep myself calm but was surprised when his fingers drummed on my arm. "I'm sorry if my jokes make you angry, it only means that you are not as immune as you would claim to be. I do not only win my opponents with my business ideas; I win them through my lovely jokes. If you don't know how to take a joke then maybe you also need to get yourself checked."

I whipped around to give him a piece of my mind only to find him smiling. "We are here, darling."