Chapter 4
****************Amelia looked down at her worn-out jean trousers as his peering eyes were boring holes into her. She never really ceased to amaze herself. A couple of days back, she had been screaming negatively regarding the whole deal, but here she was, waiting patiently for her supposed interview.She hadn't told anyone about it. Scrap that, she didn't have anybody to tell about her new move. Apart from Wendy, her best friend who didn't know anything about it. No family member to take advice from and no one to give her a motherly view regarding the contract, judging from the fact that her mother died in an accident that occurred 10 years ago. Amelia acted okay, but deep down, she still felt the sting that the wounds in her heart brought. The memory was still fresh in her head because she was in the car when the accident happened. It was raining that day. Her mum wasn't with her glasses, and that was partly Amelia's fault. ****Flashback******"Amelia, please grab my glasses on your way down” her mother's voice could be heard from downstairs.The windshield wipers of the car for some reason refused to do their jobs that day and the glass became too cloudy to see anything. Amelia, who had perfect sight, couldn't see anything. The situation was more awful for Mrs. Smith who at that time suffered from myopia. The only thing Mrs. Smith could see were flashes from the Trees they passed by. The car suddenly went off track and none of them had any idea where the car was heading because of how clouded the view was.Amelia remembered crossing her hands at the back seat of the car, mumbling a little prayer, begging to get through it. Suddenly, it became dark. The next place Amelia found herself was at the hospital. They broke the news of her mother's death to her. It was at that moment her life changed drastically. She was taken to an orphanage home, and developed a strong ombrophobia; a fear of rain. Spring officially became her most dreaded season. *****Back to reality***“Miss Wilson” she heard. That snapped her back into the real world. Her eyes met with the gentleman in front of her. It was then she remembered that she was supposed to be answering some questions rather than sitting down, lost in thought.She took a look at him, it was supposed to be just a glance, but it went from just a glance to a long stare. For some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off him. His model-like physique was too astonishing, ranging from his perfect jawline down to his symmetrical face and his strong, veiny hand that was filled with a glass of wine. His brunette hair was groomed and trimmed into taper fade that highlighted his facial details. In other words, he was the reason the word 'perfection' was created. She had just spent 5 minutes and his beauty already intimidated her. She feared what would happen in a year.“When is the interview beginning?" she asked after accessing him from top to bottom.“There would be no interview, miss Wilson. Get ready, we are getting married 2 weeks from now” he blurted out. Her mouth dropped in bewilderment.She was taken aback by his statement. They had barely even talked about anything, but he was already keen to get married to her. Not that he looked excited though, as a matter of fact, his face held no emotions. He kept staring intently at her, making her uncomfortable. It was almost as if his gaze pinned her down. Staring back into his mesmerizing green eyes, she felt lost in beauty's paradise. She came back to her senses as she immediately facepalmed herself for being so carried away.“So fast?” she asked with confusion written all over her face.“Yes, as soon as possible. When you sign the contract of course”Amelia hesitated for a while. “What if I don't sign the contract?”“You could leave” he shrugged, resting his hand on the handle of an expensive-looking couch. It was different from the other couches, standing at the far end of the sitting room. Everything in that sitting room looked different and exorbitant. She remembered how her mouth dropped the moment she was dropped off by his driver, who showed up at her house after she gave Lucas a full detail of where she dwelled.The house was on another level. The first things she noticed as she stepped through the door were the antiques and huge paintings that hung on the wall. The sitting room was massive. One look around and she already felt dizzy. A gigantic chandelier hung in the air, radiating its beauty to the already flawless house. She also didn't fail to notice the large bifurcated stairs that led to God knows where. In conclusion, this had to be the biggest and most luxurious house she had ever been to.One look at his house and another look at him. He lived a luxurious life, and he was the true definition of perfection. It caused her to wonder why he would want her for a wife when he could get any pretty, well-to-do lady. They would be more than glad to jump on the offer, but he wanted her for reasons best known to him. It made her wonder inwardly if he was sane.“Why do you need a wife?” she shot the question at him“Why do people get married?” he shot back“Lucas clearly stated that there would be no sexual intimacy”“We can add that to the contract if you like,” he added with a smirk. Her eyes widened as astonishment took over.“What?” was the only word that could make it out of her lips as she gazed at him with disbelief.“Don't worry your little head about it, princess” he swayed his head to the other side, examining her. “You are not my type” he reassured her, and she calmed down a bit, but when the words finally settled in, she glared at him.“ You are not my type either” she shrugged, but he seemed unaffected by the words. She lied though. If he wasn't her type, who could be? She had never seen a man so drop-dead gorgeous in her life. He was every single lady's dream guy. She couldn't tell him that though, not after he called her out like that.'Who the hell does he think he is anyway'. She voiced out inwardly.“It's a marriage, and you don't expect me to jump into it without at least knowing anything about it” He leaned back on his couch, taking a sip from his glass. Bacardi, to be precise. “Everything will be stated in the contract” “The contract isn't enough. I would like to know more about you”. “I'm Xavier Garcia, I assume you already know” “No, I want to know more than just your name” she sighed. He was being impossible and that wasn't helping. “You haven't even asked to know anything about me. I thought this was supposed to be an interview”. “No one stated that it was going to be an interview. The offer clearly stated marriage, and you meet my standards”. “I thought you said I wasn't your type” she smirked, squaring her shoulder “And you still aren't” “But…” She sighed in frustration. “Never mind. How will the marriage take place?”. “As soon as you sign the contract, you would be moving in with me, and we shall begin the marriage plans. You would have to see my parents first,
“Who are you getting married to?”. Wendy asked in a calmer tone.“Uhmm, a certain” Amelia squinted her eyes as she racked her head trying her best to remember his name. “Xavier Garcia” she finally blurted out and Wendy's face widened in astonishment “Who?” She asked again, as though she didn't get what Amelia had said. “Xavier Garcia” “Oh my God, Ami” was the only word that could make its way out of her puzzled lips as she looked at confused Amelia“This is unbelievable” she exclaimed and ran out of the kitchen to her room, leaving Amelia perplexed. She returned shortly with her laptop in her hands, laid it on the kitchen cabinets, and beckoned on Amelia.“Is this him?” she pointed at the screen and Amelia immediately recognized him. It was a picture of him in what seemed like a red carpet-event. He had on a blue tuxedo, with one hand dipped into his pocket and the other on his tie. His eyes were transfixed directly on the camera and for some reason, Amelia felt like he was looking
*****Different feelings erupted inside her as soon as he blurted out those words. 'Xavier's wife' that word, in particular, kept on ringing in her head. She couldn't face the fact that she was getting married. The thrills began coursing through her body just by thinking about it. The reality of her being married finally hit her. All this while she hadn't been thinking of the marriage itself and all, she just kept her mind circulated with the before-marriage details, leaving out what might happen during the one-year agreement. The thought of leaving her name, Wilson, and bearing Garcia stirred something in her, but she couldn't decipher what. She would be appearing in media and all as his newly wedded wife. That was the reality she wasn't ready to face.It was quite surprising how she had already started adopting a certain kind of trust for him, even without knowing much about him. She believed him so much when he said there would be no sexual activities, and it was something she rar
As Xavier gazed at her, she longed to know what went on in his head. He was at it again. He was trapping her with his gaze. She felt powerless as she gaped back into those green eyes that couldn't be unraveled. The way he stayed silent drove her insane. The situation soon changed from a usual quietness to an uneasy one. She looked down at the floor, her sight drawn away from his scorching glare.“Meet me downstairs,” he instructed coldly, turning to leave, but he suddenly stopped “and also, next time you feel crazy, shut the door. Some actions are painful to watch,” he said with his back still turned against her. She bit her lips nervously waiting for him to leave, so she could bang her head against the wall or something to punish herself for her folly.The time finally came, he left the room, and she abruptly grabbed a pillow that lay on the bed, screamed into it, taking her anger out on it. She ran her hands through her hair, messing it up. *So much for giving off a better impressi
“Wedding dress, check” Amelia mumbled, lying comfortably on her bed, staring at the chandelier that hung on the ceiling. “Meeting his parents” she hesitated. “Not checked”The thought of meeting his parents made her sick to the stomach. Being with rich people was something she had never done in her life. She wasn't only going to meet with them, but also dine with them, chat with them, and probably sleep over for a few days. Xavier didn't make that part a certainty, but she knew it was likely going to happen. There was no way they wouldn't want to know more about her. A thorough assessment would be done, and she wondered how she would cope with that. Xavier had already asked her to work on her acting skills. That, she was excellent at, but she was most definitely not good at lying. It was one of her biggest weaknessesTossing to the other side of the bed, she sighed in exasperation. Subsequently, the thought of Wendy brushed through her mind. She hadn't called her since she got here,
Amelia felt her heartbeat increase rapidly as the car came to a halt. Her nervousness knew no bounds as her hands trembled, Already getting cold.Cosmos switched off the engine and was about to get off the car to open the car door for the both of them, but Xavier stopped himHe turned to look at her and spoke. “Remember, acting is key, baby,” he said with a smirk, and she smiled nervously*He just called her a pet name* her inner self screamed for joy. Even though he was most likely testing out his acting skills on her, she still felt the heat when the words flowed out of his lips.Amelia, after seeing that Cosmos had already been stopped from opening the door, decided to make it out herself. She never liked the idea of Cosmos helping her with car doors when both her hands were functioning properly. Hands on the door handle, she was about to make it out when Xavier tapped her on the shoulder, stopping her. She looked at him confusingly as he made his way out through the door. It took
Amelia remembered she was going to face Xavier again. Reality suddenly struck, and she swallowed hard. The doorknob was twisted by her, and she could feel her heartbeat become more intense and rapid. There he was laying on the bed, comfortably. Sometimes she wondered if he was the only one who made her feel the way she felt, or if it was both ways. His eyes were transfixed on his phone, and he didn't look up when she got in.“Are you going to sleep here?” she asked. He looked up at her with puzzlement written on his face.“Where else?” he muttered, and Amelia gulped. There was no way they were going to share the same bed, and she wasn't sure he was going to step down for her.“On the bed?”“Sure, why not?” he sat up. A smirk appeared on his face and her body heated up.“Uh, you see….”“You are not my type, you seem to forget” he scoffed cutting her mid-sentence, and lay back on the bed, unbothered“As if” she rolled her eyes. “We can't still share the same bed” she added in a more se
Xavier looked at her for a while and nothing came forth. The silence lingered, and she ached to know what was going on in his mind. They were both sitting up this time, but no word was said.“You still haven't told me what the problem is,” He said, but she wasn't ready to tell him anything about her personal life. She also knew he wasn't going to tell her about his personal affair too.*So why does he care?* she Almost screamed out *If he was going to keep his affairs private, then why should he show concern for hers?*“Forget about me, you can go to sleep,” she said, wiping her tears off and turning to the other side with a heavy heart.“You don't look fine,” he stated when she was least expecting him to say a thing about it. Xavier never ceased to amaze her. One minute, he would make her feel uncomfortable and the other he was acting all nice and caring. That was precisely what he was good at and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hate him.Amelia chose to keep quiet for a wh