Facing her fear

Gina slowly laid back on the bed, her mind mulling over the overwhelming events that had happened in just one day. This was just the first day of her marriage and she already had major problems, each one fighting for her attention, not allowing her a breath of relief. Which issue was she to resolve first? 

Was it the random stranger at the club who coincidentally is now her father in law?

Gina felt she had seen a momentary sparkle in those blue eyes on seeing her and for some reason, it still lingered in her head. 

Or was it the outrageous rules the man she had just gotten married to had outlined for them to live by? Speaking of rules, Gina extended her left arm to grab the papers again. This time she read out the rules loudly. 

“Rule one; My freedom is paramount therefore, you are to stay completely clear off my business.

Rule two; In the eyes of the public you're my wife, otherwise, you should maintain a distance. 

Rule three: You are to dress accordingly as your high profile as my wife demands for every event we attend. Your schedule will be managed by an assistant who'll be assigned to you to ensure you're well prepared for all events.

Rule four: I, Adams Carter, will not control or interfere in your life, do not try to interfere in mine either.” As she read out the fourth rule, Gina couldn't help but pause to roll her eyes. 

“These rules are already so demanding and controlling, yet he says he won't control me.” She was starting to get upset.

“Rule five: As Mrs Carter, you are entitled to $1,000,000 on a monthly basis, that'll take care of your personal needs and expenses excluding your dress, hairdo, and accessories for every event. 

Feel free to let me know if you need…”

“Bullshit!” She swore loudly, rage coursing through her blood. 

“Like I'm interested in his goddamn money. Who does he even think he is?” Gina’s voice trembled as she spoke, her face was twisted in fury with anger lacing every word she let out. She was going to burst into tears in a few minutes. 

“What have I actually gotten myself into?” She lifted her hand to wipe the hot tears that had begun to roll down her cheeks. 

The rapping sound of several knocks on her door alerted her of someone behind her door. 

She quickly folded the paper and hid it in a small space in her box. 

“Who's there?” She asked as she headed for the door.

As soon as she opened her bedroom door, she took several steps backwards. The last person she was prepared to see at the moment was the very same person standing before her. It took a moment for her to finally comport herself. She straightened herself up and lifted her chin in defiance as her eyes met the concerned gaze of her unwelcome intruder.

“What do you want?” Gina snapped at Chris who ignored her question, his eyes scanned her face curiously. 

He had heard her swear out loudly as he walked by his son's room to head for his. He recalled seeing Adams leave the mansion, which was quite suspicious as a newly married groom. Unable to shake off his feelings of concern for Gina, he walked over to her room to check on her. 

Looking at her right now, he could tell that she was sobbing. He could perceive that Adams considered his marriage to the poor girl a business deal. Even at that, was it enough to make his bride cry on the first night of their marriage? He couldn't help but ask. 

With his mind in a fuss, his head adamant on not letting the memories of their intimate night at the club fade away, Chris released a deep sigh. 

Not only did he feel sorry for the pretty girl who was now stuck with his aloof son. He also felt sorry for himself for worrying so much about her. 

Gina's eyes raked down her father in-law’s form, his sharp jawline and perfectly studded beards. And despite her struggle to not let her eyes drift to his nether region, the rebellious pair seemed to wander to that part on their own accord. 

Gina crossed her arms over each other to hide her hardened nipples. “What exactly is wrong with me?” She scolded herself. 

Chris on his part fought the urge to reach out to his dear daughter in-law. He desperately wanted to comfort her or so he thought as his eyes had already strayed to her breasts. “I just feel like making her feel better.” He cautioned his wandering mind. 

“Mr Carter, about the…” Her words were cut short by Chris.

“It's Chris to you.” He corrected. 

“Uhm… About the other day at the club.” She hesitated, fiddling with her hands nervously. 

“I was drunk. Please erase every memory of that night. Let's forget that it did happen, please...” Gina begged, her voice breaking at the last word as she fixed him a pleading stare. 

“I take all the blame Gina. I should have held back. And as for that night, it didn't happen.” Chris asserted firmly. 

“Don’t you dare worry your pretty head.” He stroked her hair to reassure her. “Alright?” He flashed her a smile. 

“Thanks a million, Mr Cart..sorry Chris.” She appreciated, a gleam of hope in her eyes. 

“Freshen up and come downstairs for dinner. Make sure to dress well, we have a few important guests around.” He said to his dear daughter in-law.