He stood calmly waiting patiently for my scrutiny to be over. It didn't feel as if the air around him moved. It was amazing how someone as big as him could achieve such stillness, and I don't mean he is fat. If anything he is a specimen of raw muscles exuding such raw masculinity that as a female you couldn't help being affected by it. And his height put the word I in intimidate. Every single part of me was arrested by this man. He made me sit up and take notice, but a small part of me was intimidated. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. He screamed danger without uttering a word. I slowly took the phone from his hand while wondering in my mind how in the fuck my pops thought that I could play make believe with this man. This is no barbie's Ken, but a gangster even though he looked so dandy in his black suit that whoever his tailor is made to fit his muscular frame to a perfection. "May I join you?" I didn't expect such a gentleman attitude from him. Everything about hi
Wait! Did he say betrothed. Surely, I must have heard wrong. I mean my grandfather wouldn't be callous enough to betroth me to someone without telling me. I shook my head as if to dispel his words. "Nice try," I snapped sarcastically and got to my feet. The food that I just ate have become a heavy lead in my stomach. Because despite not wanting to believe his ridiculous words, a part of me believes that he couldn't make such a thing up and it was creating an upheave in my stomach. "You don't have to believe me, but our wedding is in three months and I intend to marry you." I don't know which one pissed me off more. The fact that he was talking about this like it is some business transaction, or the fact that my grandfather tried to trick me. Fake boyfriend my ass. I am so going to murder him when I get home. And he better be able to fix this whatever this is, because there is no way in hell I was marrying this arrogant son of a bitch."Look Mr..." I was not in hell going to use his
His message made me pause in my steps as I stared down at them. Something tells me that his words had an underlying meaning that I wasn't sure I wanted to probe further. "You are back?" My grandfather's words snapped my attention away from my phone, and I looked up at my grandfather with no so happy look. He was in his black nightwear and black robe, and was looking at me with a hopeful expression like he was expecting a gift from me. "We need to talk pops," I growled coldly and walked past him towards the main building. "What! why? Did you not like him?" He shots off as he fell in step behind me. I ignored his questions until we were in the living room and I went straight to his living room wine cellar and took out his unopened brandy. It was his favorite. I picked a glass with me and brought them to the island across from it. "What are you doing?" He frowned at me. "Waiting for an explanation," I muttered in a flat tone as I uncorked the bottle and poured a glass for myself.
"I thought you wanted answers to your questions?" My grandfather gave me a pointed look. The one that always made me stop and behave, the look that always froze his adversaries. He was no longer in a joking mood. This Douglas must means a lot to him. I wondered why I never met him. Though I didn't stay long with pops before he sent me abroad. I still couldn't shake off the suspicion that everything pops did was with this in mind. His scolding stare made me flush, and loosen the hostile posture that I have been carrying since I walked through the door. Pops might look frail with his physical appearance but he is damn right scary when he wants to be. "I am sorry," I apologized respectfully, my voice subdued. He nodded in acceptance with my apology and then carried on with his tale. The same look he had earlier back in his expression. It was a mixture of fondness, devotion, and dare I say longing. That part I did not understand. Whoever this Douglas is, it is obvious that my grandfathe
"Ruby!" I heard Pops call out as I walked away from the living room, but I ignored him, hastening my footsteps. My intention was to get away from him and wallow about my situation in peace. I can't believe he would try to use me like this. As I stormed my way through the halls of the mansion the servants stayed out of my way at one look at the stormy expression on my face like I was a speeding car that would crash into them if they didn't stay clear. I ignored everything around me. The stare, the whispers. They would have heard pops and I arguing, and I am sure talking about it, but at this moment, I didn't give a damn about anything. I banged the door to my bedroom with a loud snap and then threw myself face down on my bed. What a colossal fuck! I thought thinking about the whole messy situation. I hope pops makes it clear to the Stones that the deal is off, because there is no way in hell I was marrying that arrogant son of a bitch. The very thought of the few minutes spent in hi
I gaped at the four words like they are lion's teeth out to bite me. Dream of him, I scoffed in disbelief in my mind. It's more like nightmares if you ask me. Before I could think through my actions, my fingers were flying over the buttons of my phone in reply. "You in my dreams would be the equivalent of having monsters in my dream and where I come from those are called nightmares." I stared at my phone screen as the three dots moved, letting me know that he was typing. I ignored the anticipation I felt inside at the thought of his response. I told myself that I was just putting him in his place. After this one, I will ignore him. I didn't. His response grew more annoying as the night went by. It was so annoying that I couldn't help but reply, and by the time I knew what was happening, the night was far spent, and I spent it chatting with a man I didn't like. The next morning, I woke up a little grumpy, and it was all his fault. I hissed as his thoughts were the first thing to hi
The sight of him sitting so casually in my office with his legs thrown across my desk like this was his personal throne had me freezing in surprise, and I know you are wondering about the other two surprises. Well, they weren't as interesting as the man relaxed comfortably in my chair like he was giving the world the finger. I wanted to turn around, go back outside, and lambast my assistant for not warning me he was here. She did tell me that I had a visitor on my way in, but I had foolishly thought it was a work visitor. I mean, there are visitors, and there are unwanted visitors, and the one smirking obnoxiously at me belongs to the later category. He could clearly see my reaction to his presence, and that was amusing to the bastard. I blinked away my shocked expression as soon as I saw his arrogant smirk, assumed a confident expression, and made my way further into the office. I did my best to ignore his stunning, breathtaking appearance. He was wearing a dark blue blazer suit and
The pounding in my chest was deafening and unacceptable. My heart wasn't allowed to beat fast for a man like him. No. I blinked to dispel the tension that we were locked in and distracted myself by picking up the white card attached to the red roses. I flicked the card open to read the content. The penmanship was beautiful and delicate. Like a female handwriting. I smiled at the content. It was from Hassan apologizing that he wouldn't be able to make dinner tonight and asking for a rain check. He just saved me the trouble of having to cancel myself. I felt a little disappointed that I wouldn't be seeing him soon. I wondered why he had cancelled. Hope everything is alright. I wanted to call him, but that would seem desperate. I was about to put down the card when his annoying voice intruded. "Who is it from?" Org!I have totally forgotten that he was here. I glared at him before replying in the coldest voice I could muster, with an attitude to go with. None of your business."Of