I sat stiffly at the back of the car as Shiro drove us to the penthouse. The muscles in my shoulders were rigid, it felt like the stiffness was clawing up my throat almost making it impossible to breathe. Unshed tears made my golden-brown eyes shimmer as I let my gaze trail the buildings passing by in a blur.The words Davian had thrown at me so casually hit me harder than a train wreck and I was struggling to balance myself before I toppled over.I thought I knew what humiliation was after what Blair and Silas did to me, but Davian showed me that it had different flavours, and his version left a bitter and unforgettable taste in my mouth.“I’m assuming it didn’t go well” Shiro spoke, and I met his eyes in the mirror. There was no judgement in his eyes because that was who he was. He would never judge me. We hadn’t spoken since I ran to the car, like a puppy with its tail between its leg. He drove off without any question and I thought there wouldn’t be any.I didn’t even have to conf
A sigh escaped my lips as I dropped my tired body on the soft bed. The mattress was so soft that I sank into it and a satisfied groan followed. Today had been a long and exhausting one.Nova had gone home about an hour ago. Her husband, Samuel had picked her up while Ria had retired to her room since she was going to be living in the penthouse with me and Shiro.For the first time since I arrived, I allowed myself to admire the room’s décor. The room was sophisticated but simple. I wasn't hoping to spend a long time here so there was no need for me to waste money on décor to make the room feel personal.A yawn fell out of my lips and I suddenly became tired. My eyes became droopy but I forced myself into a sitting position grudgingly. No matter what, I couldn't sleep without taking a shower and doing my night-time routine if I didn’t want to wake up with acne the size of my fist.I noticed that the closet door was opened and I could see that my clothes had been hung. It had to be Ria
Davian hasn’t said a word since I arrived and I could sense a little bit of irritation in his posture as he ate. The clinking of our cutlery was the only sound in the empty restaurant.Davian was showing off. That had to be the only explanation as to why he would reserve the entire top floor of one of the most expensive restaurants in San Francisco. And yes, I did my research when he sent me the invitation yesterday.I may have arrived a few minutes late but I didn't think it was something that should warrant such a cold shoulder. His behaviour was slowly pissing me off. He was acting like I begged him to be here.Well, I did but he chose to send me a message for us to meet so I don’t know why he was acting like he would rather be somewhere else than sitting across from me and acting like I didn't exist.The only reason I was biting my tongue and holding back my words was because of what I needed from him. Until I got his name signed on the marriage certificate, I was willing to let
The rage that filled me wouldn’t allow me to close my eyes for a minute of rest and soon it was morning. The audacity to spew the cause of my anguish like it was a page from a cliche book made me want to scream and tear into the sheets wrapped around me.I hated him. It didn't matter that I had been the one to propose marriage but I hated him. The way his arrogance rubs off me and makes me want to spiral out of control.I hated how he always felt like he owned the world. He acted as though no one was above him and even if that was true to an extent, it didn't mean I had to tolerate it but I will.I hated that I had to suck it up and marry him because my revenge came first but I couldn't even make reason with that at the moment. I could still hear that infuriating voice in my head as he laid down my past in front of me like he had every right to. That bastard. He made me lose reason.I forced myself to breathe, to try and expel the anger in my lungs but those grey eyes found their way
I was hit with a sense of Deja Vú as I sat opposite Davian again. The silence was maddening and the only sound was the clinking of our cutlery or rather his as he ate while my eyes wouldn't move from his passive expression. This man kept surprising me each day and today was not an exception.Davian hasn't bothered to look at me since he started eating making me jog back my memories to clarify if he had been the one to invite me out for lunch and not the other way around.“Is the food not to your taste?” Davian suddenly spoke up, disrupting my thoughts as my eyes met his in a short stare down.My eyes glanced back at my untouched plate before they were on him again. “I’m surprised you called me out for lunch. It’s unlike you” I said instead because I still hadn't figured out why he asked to eat lunch together and hadn't said a word to me since we arrived at another high end restaurant.“I had something to discuss and I didn't want to do it over the phone” He said before picking up his
I let out a shaky breath as I exited the building. My eyes caught sight of my outfit in the glass doors and I resisted the urge to smoothen the invisible crease in my white dress because I knew he was watching. I could feel his eyes on me without seeing him. After I walked out on Davian last night, I thought he would end our agreement because someone like him would have limits and it was the second time I walked out on him but it wasn't my fault. He needed to know how to keep his unsolicited opinions to himself.I couldn't hide my surprise when I received a text before I even got into my car to get ready to meet his parents. Just like the rumours, he didn't waste time in getting things done.I liked that about him but it didn't mean my emotions did. I was a nervous mess behind the perfect facade and flawless makeup. I was going to be meeting his parents for the first time and I needed to impress them enough that they'd allow me into their family. I knew how these things work as a mem
“Miss Thompson?” Someone nudged me gently and I was pulled out of my thoughts. I glanced towards the designer, sending her an apologetic smile which she brushed off. “What do you think? You’ve been staring in the mirror for quite some time now” She gestured towards the wedding gown I was currently wearing and I glanced back at the mirror, meeting Davian’s eyes. He kept surprising me every day with his actions and if I didn’t know who he really was, I would mistake him for a gentleman with the way he had been treating me the entire day. First, he insisted we go wedding gown shopping with Harvey and Ira who was the wedding planner Isabelle had hired to help plan the wedding with Harvey and now he wanted to be here like every doting fiancée to help me pick the perfect gown.My head was spinning with the amount of weirdness to his behaviour and I didn’t like the way my heart raced as his eyes swept over the outfit. It was the seventh gown I was trying on and he didn’t look a bit fazed b
THIRD PERSON’S POVTHE THOMPSON MANSION…Blair’s eyes were red with anger as she stared at the article on her phone. She didn’t want to believe what she was seeing. The picture of Davian leaning over that woman intimately made her blood boil with rage. Her source had told her Davian had no relationship with any women because he was too busy with work to date so how come the man was now wedding shopping with a woman?Davian was supposed to be hers. She wanted him and she always got what she wanted but for the first time, something she wanted was slipping through her fingers. She ground her teeth and tightened her hold on the phone to the extent that it would have crushed if it was a light material.She had lowered herself just to get Davian to look at her but he wouldn’t even glance at her for even a minute. She kept putting herself in his point of view but somehow, he was the only man she couldn’t get and also the one she wanted the most. The frustration and anger she felt was overw