Marry me?
I stood frozen on the spot, jaw agape a fraction, dumbstruck, dumbfounded, dumb-everything as I gaped at the grey-eyed man that sat in front of me.
Marry me.
The two words sunk in, right into the deep part of my brain. My subconscious knew better to not bother giving me false hope that I just needed hearing aids. The air around felt chilly and nipped at my skin as seconds dragged into minutes. Minutes that felt like hours.
I stared at my boss.
He stared at his employee.
I wasn't sure how long this continued but Mr. Trevelyan was the first to give up. He let out a sigh heavily. "You don't need to give me an answer now," Mr. Trevelyan said, "I'll give you
"Kate," I said, dead in my tracks. And I felt it. The feeling of deja vu. It wasn't like this had happened before. It was the chill that swept through my bones that made me feel like that. I felt like I was back at Mr. Trevelyan's office –even though the scenery was different– I felt... intimidated –and I hadn't even seen him yet.I wasn't scared of what he'll do or say when he sees me. Hell, I wasn't even scared that there was a high –very very high– chance that he'll fire me, for not going to work (when he obviously should have days ago). I was scared of what he came here for. He came for business. To crack a deal, like the businessman that he was. A deal that could change the whole story–"Huh?""Kate, my boss is here," I said, still looking at the Range Rover i
"So he just came here to scold you because you skipped work?" Kate said, pacing my room back and forth. I puffed up my cheeks a little and pressed my lips together.I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to tell her or not. I usually told Kate everything and we never kept secrets from each other. I wanted to tell her but I couldn't. My chicken self just couldn't. I wanted some time to think about what to do. On one hand, was Kate and on the other was my asshole of a boss. It was all too much–too too much–to take in. It was like I was in the middle of a tug-of-war with my boss and Kate opposite each other. I was torn, conflicted, tangled up like earphones in the pocket of jeans, and frus-fucking-trated.I bit my lip, contemplating what to do.To tell Kate?
Kate blinked in surprise. She looked partly confused yet surprised at the same time. Desperation filled my eyes. I wanted Kate to figure all out, even without spilling the beans. I stared at her and she stared at me as seconds stretched to minutes. "You what?" Kate finally said after a moment of silence passed.I blinked and averted my eyes from her piercing brown eyes. "I-I'm getting engaged in two days," I repeated. Make her suspicious. Make her figure it out. Spill the beans without actually spilling it.With my peripheral vision, I saw her confused expression contort into a frown. "How? Why? So fast? What the shit? I mean, he has you forever, so why?" She asked, as if he was right there.I nibbled on my lower lip and turned to see if he was actu
I gaped –in awe, of course– jaw loose, and eyes open a fraction at the aeroplane that stood tall and proud in front of me. I saw the Trevelyan logo etched on the side and I swear the plane itself was shining, like it was snickering at my reaction. It's so beautiful, I thought to myself."Stop ogling an inanimate object, Miss. Greene," Mr. Trevelyan said, drawing me out of my trance with the beautiful aircraft in front of me. "It's a sign of mental instability. Remember that you're going to be Mrs. Trevelyan. Wouldn't want the press to see you ogling their cameras." It took me a few minutes to snap completely out of my daze and process what he said. When I finally did, I rolled my eyes discreetly and huffed. Yeah, coming from my boss who
"Belle!" Crystal squealed as she opened the door. She jumped and gave me a bone-cracking hug.Wow, welcome to Seattle, Isabelle."Whoa!" I let out obviously caught off guard. I almost fell over, but I regained my balance before I could topple over and hugged her back. "Damn girl. What are you, huh? An elephant? Don't crack my spine, I'm still young." I choked out and she loosened her grip on me, still hugging me. I chuckled into her light brown hair. God, I missed this bitch."I missed you so much." She mumbled into my shirt and pulled away. Her contagious wide grin stretched on her face made a grin clamber its way to my own face."We video-chatted yesterday, idiot," I swa
Turns out Mr. Asshole didn't have any intentions to kill me. Or so I thought.When he saw me -more like caught though- about to tell Crystal about the contract, he took -or rather dragged- me to the bathroom on the plane. I expected him to glare and pace about the bathroom, running hands through his hair and whatnot. What I didn't expect was his calm demeanor. I knew he was angry but his type of anger was the calm anger. He rested his back against the bathroom door, his arms were folded across his chest and I saw his tense jaw muscles tick every now and then."Sorry!?" I flinched from his tone and he arched an eyebrow at my reaction. "You're sorry? Miss. Greene, if you had mentioned a word about the contract to your silly sister, you could be drag
"Oh my God. Would someone please get the fucking door?" I heard Kate holler to no one in particular from the kitchen. The doorbell rang again and Kate let out a string of profanities that could for sure, make a sailor blush. Another clattering sound of metal connecting to floor tiles resounded from the kitchen as the doorbell alarm system went off again."Fuck," Kate yelled. "Fucking fuck! Can someone please do my ears a fucking favor and murder the fucktard ringing my fucking doorbell like a motherfucking maniac?"Darn, my ears.I chuckled quietly to myself before turning my attention back to my reflection on my mirror. I puckered my lips and coated a moderately thin layer and a quick dash of my favorite cherry lip gloss.
For the second time that day, my jaw met the ground. Metaphorically speaking, of course.I sucked in a deep breath through my nostrils and gaped awestruck at the majestically gorgeous white three-storeyed mansion in front of me.Vast pillars supported the top storeys, making it look like something that would only appear in movies. Tea tables and chairs sat at random spots on the front porch while two grey medium-sized sofas with round throw pillows sat opposite each other facing the neat green lawn.I would have really loved to say that the environment was serene and peaceful but that would have been a big, fat lie.Several expensive cars and jeeps were parked -more like jam-packed though- outside the Greek-castle-like mansion and I could hear soft classical rich-people-type of songs cooing from the interior part of the mansion, telling exactly what I neede