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-Eri Sunville-
Who would've thought my life would be like this.
First of all, I got married at the last minute, became rich overnight, able to get Suzy treated by one of the best surgeons in America.
And now I'm sobbing in the hands of the last person I ever thought I'd be doing this with.
When I'd hugged him, I obviously wasn't in my right senses.
It was as a result of me being overjoyed and just couldn't stop thinking about how happy Suzy'd be, no longer feeling pains.
But it was surprising to see he didn't pushed me away (though I half expected him to do so).
He'd turned out to be so sweet.
When he'd cleaned my tears, for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me since his gaze had shifted to my lips.
It was slightly disappointed to just end with a hug, but it was good.
I didn't want to start doing anything I'd regret.
Let the first kiss I had with him be the last.
Moments later, I reluctantly drew apart from the hug I would've preferred to last forever, but knew was going to leave us in an awkward position afterwards.
As soon as his body was no longer with mine, my flesh yearned for his touch.
The heat of his hand on my palm when he'd touched my cheeks still burned, wanting the feeling again.
My brain reminded me of what I'd initially planned on doing.
Meeting with Rose.
“I'll get going now," my tone came out low and I found myself staring at the floor because I didn't want him to see my miserable face.
That was because I'd cried a lot.
“Oh about that, you can't go.” Of course, he just had to spoil the moment.
My brows furrowed, “why?”
“I don't expect you to think of going out dressed anyhow. Do you think rich people just throw in any cloth they see?”
He had ruined the moment.
I no longer saw the caring Don in him instead a bossy man who cared only about the media.
“In fact, we'd have to get rid of all your clothes and get you new ones.”
“Get rid? Are you crazy or something?” My hand landed on my hips, trying to hold back the annoyance.
“When I'd sent them to get your clothes, I didn't think you'd have only terrible clothes.”
“Why on earth did you send them to my house without my permission?”
A smirk played on his lips. “Why? Would you have preferred to walk around naked?”
That had received a gasp from me. What was his problem?
“Asshole.” I muttered, aware of the fact he could hear me.
He furrowed his brows, wrinkling the distance between them.
“Don't forget who you're talking to. I'm still your boss you know," he reminded, "the contract says you still have to work for me. You'd have known that if you read it.”
I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes.
It's not like I wanted to stay in this huge mansion alone while he's at work.
“But you shouldn't also burn my clothes,” my voice was calmer, because, even though I'd be becoming a millionaire, I still didn't want to lose my job.
“You'll be going shopping tomorrow, get whatever things you want to get, but you're not leaving this house dressed like that.”
He eyed me from head to toe, suddenly making me feel insecure.
“No, I can't go shopping without Suzy and Rose, I'll go shopping when Suzy has been discharged from the hospital.”
“You know she's not getting discharged until four to six days time and she still needs to recover for about four to six weeks then she has to go for chemotherapy and recover for about two to three months before she goes for radiation therapy.”
The way he was explaining it made me feel like a lunk.
“So you're trying to say that for about a year, you're going to dress like that in this house.”
“Yes.” I knew I shouldn't have talked but he was too dominating.
“We'll see.” His tone wasn't stern, but spine shivering.
Turning around, he started to leave, but stopped, “don't think about going out.”
His tone made me shiver a little, especially since he just left, not stealing another glance at me.
It's not like he can do anything if I go out, he's just trying to scare me so I won't go to see Rose.
I'm going anyway.
I turned to the door but stopped.
Maybe I should go tomorrow just to be safe(it certainly has nothing to do with Don's threat. Nothing).
***
I stretched, yawning loudly before out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom.
I threw the night gown off my body, brushing my teeth then taking a calm and peaceful bubble bath in the bathtub.
Once that was over with, I left the bathroom, wrapped in a beautiful white robe I met there, unable to stop being in awe about the life I was living.
This is the life.
I went to where my bag lay, opening it.
A shocked gasped left me when I noticed the empty bag.
What on earth.
“Where are my clothes?” I knew no one could hear me but I still asked.
Stomping out of the room, still dressed in the robe, I called the first maid I saw.
“My clothes, where are they?”
She looked caught off guard as she stared at me with widened eyes. “W-W-What are you saying ma'am?”
Immediately Don's words came flying back to my memory, 'We'll see.’
Was this what he meant by we'll see? Taking all my clothes away?
This guy's crazy.
“Where is his room?” I asked the still confused female.
“Huh?”
“Don—I mean Mr Jones, where is his room?”
“Uh-please follow me.” She led me to his room.
I gave the door an aggressive knock, not caring how the people in this house were staring at me in a weird manner.
Of course they'd do that, when there was a female wrapped in a robe, looking like she could eat up anyone.
“Come in.” He sounded more annoyed than usual, but that was the least of my concern as I threw open the door, closing it behind me.
He was sitting on his bed, a smile on his face when he observed me from head to toe.
I had to admit, this was my first time seeing him like this and he looked hot.
The white singlet he had on did no good in hiding the broad chest and six packs be possessed.
His biceps were followed by a couple of veins, only making him look more hot.
Though it was obvious he just woke up, his hair still had the perfect look it always had.
“Where on earth are my clothes?” I asked, reminding myself why I was here in the first place.
“Why, I burnt them of course.”
My jaw dropped at the words.
Burnt? He burnt my clothes! This guy's insane. What would I wear?
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