AMELIA'S POV
"Yes. Yes, I will need the documents tomorrow." Damian's voice came floating out of the living room and I strolled to him, and saw that he was still on the phone. Jeez!Did the man never take a break from work? Surely, his staff could hold the forte, especially after considering the fact that it was the night of his wedding and obviously his honeymoon.Even though our marriage was not real, I expected him to at least take a break. Just as I was about to leave, he ended the call so I decided to join him on the sofa.He turned towards me immediately, his brows raised. "Did you want something?" he asked.I swallowed, wondering where to start. His tone was somewhat cold."Actually, I was hoping that we could talk... you know, get to know each other." I snuck a glance at him from under my lashes and flushed when I saw his steel grey eyes staring at me fiercely. That gaze unsettled me, had me stumbling to get the words out. "Seeing as we just got married and it's our honeymoon and all that... it's a good idea for us to er-..."I paused, groped for ways to express myself."Let me get this straight. You're referring to us bonding, perhaps doing what regular married people do. Right?"I bit my lip. "More or less... Yes.""I see. Perhaps I wasn't clear when I told you about the terms of the contract. Now please listen, Amelia. This is not a real marriage. See our union as business transaction, which is what it is. I want and expect no emotional connection between us. We will just have to live under the same roof but we don't even have to see each other everyday. What I expect is for you to sometimes accompany me to some rather tedious business dinners as my wife. That's all. You are free to do whatever you want with the rest of your time. Oh, and er- we will be sleeping in different rooms. Your room is the first door on your right after you climb the stairs. If you don't like it, tell the housekeeper. She'll show you to another." He paused. "Are my quite clear now?"I forced myself to meet his eyes. "Very clear."He nodded. "Good. If you'll excuse me, I have some rather urgent business matters to attend to. Have a good night."I clenched my fists to stop the urge to hurl one of the sofa pillows at his head as he walked away. A miserable, hollow feeling began to creep up my chest.He was right: our marriage was simply just for show. I had to put that in my mind and live my life the best way. But why was I so bothered that he wouldn’t bond with me?A minute later, I shuffled to my room, turned off the lights and curled up in a fetal position on the bed. I lay awake for a long time in the dark, sad and trying to reconcile myself to the fact that my marriage to Damian was not going to be hearts and flowers.“It’s just strictly business,” I mustered to myself before dozing off to sleep.*************************I woke up at the crack of dawn, showered, got dressed, had breakfast and then sat in my room, moping. I didn't know what to do with myself. The house was so big and I wondered how I would get through the days, weeks and months ahead.A knock sounded at my bedroom door."Come in," I said.Damian came in. He was dressed in an immaculate grey suit, white shirt and grey tie. He looked exotic and I flushed slightly."Hi," I flashed him a smile."Hi." He gave me an appraising look. "Plan on staying in here all day?”I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll see something on the television later," I said vaguely."Take my advice. Instead of staying in this house all day, go out and spend some of my money. I have lots of it." He took steps closer to me and dropped a credit card on the table. "Buy anything you want. I'm off to the office."Without another word, he turned on his heel and left. I fingered the credit card he left and after several minutes of thinking, I decided to go shopping.However, I was still shocked that he had given me his credit card. Noah had never done that in our two years of marriage. I drove to MagniShop, a classy shopping mall I had never been to before. I was welcomed gracefully and I wondered if it had anything to do with being Damian’s wife.I went straight to the clothing aisle, browsed through pricey clothes and picked anyone that took my fancy. Having had enough of clothes, I turned the corner to the section for jewelry and almost bumped right into Noah. I froze, as did he. Seeing him again sent a searing pain through my heart. I looked away at once and made as if to pass him."Amelia," he barked. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"I walked on. He grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around to face him."What the hell, Noah!" I hissed. "Have you lost your mind?"Noah's eyes flashed angrily. "Don't you dare walk away from me when I'm talking to you. Why are you even here?"I scoffed. "What do people do in shopping malls?"He grabbed the clothes slung over my arm. "Go shop somewhere else.""Noah!" I cried, outraged.I attempted to take back the clothes. He drew his arm back and yelled in my face. "Are you bloody deaf? I said beat it!""No. I won't. You can't-""I can and I will. I am one of the partners of this mall and I have the right to send out undeserving customers like you. Now leave before I call security to throw you out!”I started to say something, but stopped. Noah's outburst had already drawn a circle of onlookers. I hesitated, then stormed out with my head held high."That's right. Get out and never come back," he yelled after me.Outside, I fumed. I had never been as embarrassed like that in my entire life. I was so furious that my hands were shaking when I dialed Damian's number. He was the only one who could solve my problem with Noah and put him in his place."Yes?" he answered curtly."I took your advice and went shopping. I ran into Noah at the mall. He- he threw me out. He said he’s one of the partners in the mall.” I told him, my breath rising and falling."I see. What mall is that?"“MagniShop.” I answered. "Give me a minute. I'll call you back. Don't leave." He said, then ended the call immediately.I went into my car to wait, eyeing Noah as he paraded around the mall in an attempt to taunt me. After waiting for about five minutes, I received a call from Damian. I quickly answered it, hoping he had some good news for me and he did."You're now free to do anything you want in there," he said. "I just bought the mall for you from the CEO. All partnerships including with Noah has been terminated. Any of the staff can call the head office to confirm this."He hung up before I could say anything else. I stared at the phone, my mouth agape. Then the excitement hit. I could literally do anything I wanted! I approached two security guards, told them what Damian had said. They checked and confirmed it was true. With the guards flanking me, I sashayed into the mall, found Noah talking to one of the mall's staff. I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and did a double take at the sight of me."You again!" he thundered. "I thought I told you to-""No. You are the one getting the hell out." I smiled at him sweetly, then raised my voice. "Security, throw this man out."The guards immediately rounded him up and began leading him out. When Noah resisted, they grabbed his arms. He stared at them in disbelief."Get your hands off me," he shouted. "She doesn't give the orders here. Don't you know who I am? I'm your boss-""Not anymore," I interjected. His stunned look was like salve to my wounded ego. "I just bought this mall."AMELIAIt almost felt like I was on a literal high as I watched Noah being thrown out of the mall. When Damian had spoken of me getting sweet revenge on Noah, I never imagined that it would feel so good.There was one thing I knew about Noah. It was that he didn't he didn't accept defeat... not that it did him much good anyway. He raved, cursed, swore and struggled with the guards. In the end, the guards had to practically bundle him out like a sack of potatoes. In the struggle, his neatly pressed shirt got rumpled, his tie got awry and he looked half demented. There were sniggers and outright laughs as most of the shoppers gathered around to watch the unfolding scene. I daresay most of them brought out their phone to take pictures and videos of him. I didn't bother to turn. I struggled not to laugh myself. It would seem very petty, especially to those who knew my history with Noah.Noah, panting like he had run a marathon, managed to turn around. His eyes, almost bulging out of his e
AMELIA POV"Amelia?" I heard Damien say my name but it felt as though he was calling me from the far end of a tunnel. The breakfast tray was heavy and my arms were trembling with the strain of holding it, but I hardly noticed. Hell! At that moment, the whole world could have crashed and burned and I still would not have noticed. All of my attention was focused on his body. Damien's lithe, naked body was every bit as I had imagined it, and I had imagined it quite often, especially on the day I thought we would have an actual wedding night. He was perfection. He was perfectly toned and muscled, just as I had expected. The smart suits and long sleeved shirts he wore all the time had not been able to disguise that fact. Standing next to the open window as he was, the early morning sunlight bathed him in a golden, warm glow. The droplets of water still clinging to his skin shone and glittered like tiny, many faceted diamonds. My eyes, of their own volition, traveled down his body, and r
AMELIAAs much as I tried to tell myself that his rejection of my food didn't matter, my mood took a nosedive, and with a sigh, I picked up the tray. As I slowly walked to the door, I looked around the room. This morning, I had been so engrossed with the room's occupant that I had not even spared a glance at the room itself. Damien's room was plush, decorated in muted colors. A handful of paintings hung on the walls. Every item in the room was perfectly in order. It's sterile cleanliness reminded of a hospital room; cold and very impersonal, sort of like Damian. My foot caught in something. I stumbled, regained my balance, but a fork slid from the tray and into an improperly closed chest of drawers right beside me.I set the tray carefully on the floor, peered into the drawer. It was full of Damian's pairs of socks, neatly sorted by color. I opened it, and carefully fished out the fork, taking it carefully so as not to disturb anything. Damian looked like the kind of guy that would
AMELIA"Stop already!" I groaned and clapped both hands to my ear. The banging steadily increased in volume with each passing second. It soon became so loud that it felt as if my head would split open. It rose to a crescendo and I opened my eyes. Still disoriented from sleep, it took a few seconds for me to realize that the banging was coming from inside my own head. I groaned as I sat up slowly, gripping my aching head, which felt as though it would detach itself from my shoulders at any moment. Only bits and pieces of what had happened was what I recalled. I only remembered drinking a lot of brandy, and then calling someone- Damian most likely, and then I must have passed out because everything from then on was a blank. The effort it took for me to remember increased the intensity of the headache. Damn! I could not recall ever feeling this hungover. Had I somehow drunk my way through all the alcohol in the house? It certainly felt like I had.I couldn’t even remember why I was s
DAMIANTHREE DAYS LATER"We're here, sir," the driver said, his voice bringing me out of my swirling thoughts. I opened my eyes to see that the jeep came to a stop in front of the hotel. Finally! I breathed a sigh of relief. I fiddled with my tie and loosened it a little. Today's conference had been more tedious and tasking than the others, and I had to keep up with everything that was said and done. But it was the final day of the three day business conference, thank goodness! All I wanted now was a long, cold shower, a lot of rest and then perhaps something to eat. I got down and headed straight for the elevator. I got a bit irritated when I found that it was in use. I glanced towards the stairs, but I was too tired to climb up them all the way up to the fourth floor where my room was.I fidgeted, transferred my briefcase from one hand to the other as I watched the elevator's panel. Finally, the doors opened and I was face to face with none other than Noah. My fingers clenched on
AMELIAI drove Damian back home, and my mind was conflicted with thoughts. Did he fight Noah because he insulted me? Initially, I believed it was because of a business deal or something. But the anger in Damian’s eyes when he told me what caused the misunderstanding couldn’t be ignored. I wanted to pretend that it didn’t mean anything to me. That defending me in front of Noah was just his usual job as my fake husband. But it was more than that. He’d put his reputation on the line because of me. He’d dropped his usual unbothered act to defend me, which meant a lot to me. “I’m sorry you had to get into that fight with Noah,” I said as we walked into the sitting room. He didn’t look bad, unlike Noah. But he was fuming. “I thought you fought him because of a business deal. He deserved what he got.”“I would never stoop so low to confront him over a business deal. I’m far superior to him, and I would never lose an offer to him.” “That’s true,” I sighed, feeling completely awkward. I was
AMELIAFor almost a whole week after the house party, I was still a major news item in the entertainment section of magazines, newspapers, and blogs. There were talks and speculations on when and if ever I was going to host another party, and if so, who was going to be on the invitation list.I didn't want to pander to the public's wishes, not really. Still, after lazying about mostly at home with nothing to do and remembering how very in my element I was while preparing for the house party, I decided to host another one. But this time, I would take it further, and it would be a big party.A color-themed party was what I opted for, and I began preparations right away. Thankfully, Damian's sprawling mansion had enough space to accommodate any other would-be party crashers. How easy it was for me to organize everything still amazed me."I think you're a natural at organizing events, Ms. Donovan," said the foreign chef I had hired when she and her assistants stepped into the grounds and
NOAHI lengthened my strides, and got into the car and zoomed off before Lucy could think of doing something stupid like following me. Just before I drove past the house, I heard her yell something about me being too drunk to drive.I supposed I was, but I didn't give a damn. I drove with the car windows all wide open to help clear my head. Amelia's party was held at an event center I had been to for a business luncheon, but it was hard to recognize it as the same place. The decorations she had put up for the event had changed the whole outlook of the place. The parking lot was full of cars and I was barely able to find a parking spot. I slammed the car door and stomped towards the entrance. The bouncer recognized me at once and hestitantly allowed me to go in. Lucy was wrong after all. I was not getting thrown out. I was bigger and better than that imposter, Damian. My name and face would get me through any door.The number of cars outside had told the right tale of attendance at t