Melody Of Love

You Don’t Remember, Do You?

Rose POV

I wake up with a headache. I feel like someone is hitting me with a hammer on my head. Hell, I’m not getting drunk again, never. I try to move my other hand but realize it's resting on a hard surface, a wall? I open my eyes to find Mr.Osburne, sleeping peacefully. Wait, not Mr.Osburne, but my husband-for-a-year.

We are so close to each other that I can feel his breath on my face. His one hand is under my head while the other is over my waist. The last 24hours have been hell. My friend is in the hospital fighting for her life, I became Mrs.Rose Kapoor Osburne from Miss. Rose Kapoor, I became the wife of a superstar for a year, all in a day.

I don’t even understand my feelings for him. He saved my life, and I’m forever grateful to him for that, but he did force me into marrying him. Okay, not forced, it was my decision. But I didn’t have any other choice, it was the only way to save Kate. There was no way in hell I was going to arrange money for the operation if not for Mr. Black-eyes.

I don’t even know whom I'm angrier with anymore. With me, for taking a decision which is going to change my life forever or with this insanely handsome man sleeping beside me or with my fate for leaving me with no other choice but to marry a stranger.

How did I end up being married to this guy? He’s beautiful, talented, kind-hearted, and freaking rich. I can make a list of his qualities and trust me the list is going to be very long, considering his looks alone. I mean girls all over the world dream to marry him. He’s like the king of music, and who doesn’t want to become the queen of his world?

Well, all of this will last for a year, and after that, we’ll go our separate ways.

He moved in sleep, tightening his hold on my waist and snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. Goosebumps raised all over my body because of his proximity. Proximity? Wait! Where am I? Why are we in the same room? And why is he sleeping in the same bed as me?

I hurriedly removed his hand from my body and got out of the bed, waking him in the process. He groaned in his sleep and opened his eyes, slowly rubbing them. He looked up at me, then at the spot beside him, all while I was throwing daggers his way. He immediately sat up and held his hands up in surrender. He looked so cute at that moment, that I wanted to laugh out but I controlled myself and raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

“We didn’t do anything last night. I promise.” He said, all while keeping his hands up in the air. Great, add cute to the list.

“You don’t need to do that.” I said gesturing to his hands. “Where are we?”

“Wonderland.” I frowned at his answer. “I mean, my home.” He said putting his hands down. Okay, we’re at his home.

“And why are we in the same room, not to mention in the same bed?”

“Well, because we are husband and wife, and…we didn’t exactly discuss the sleeping arrangements?” He said, sounding unsure of himself. He stopped for a moment and then continued

 “If you want, we can stay in the same room or you can select any room in the house, and I’ll ask the maids to prepare it for you. If you feel uncomfortable staying in the same house with me, then you can stay in the guest quarters.”

“What is it, a palace? You even have guest quarters on your property?”

He smiled at my remark, slowly got up from the bed, and moved towards me. He stopped once he was close to me, way too close for my comfort, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and placed his hand over my cheek.

“I’d prefer we stay in the same room because there are way too many servants working here, at my home, and someone might leak the information about us sleeping in different bedrooms to the tabloids.”

Great, no choice about marriage and now about the room in which I get to stay. Life is f*****g unfair.

“When are you going to announce the news about our marriage?” No one from his family neither his friends know about our marriage.

“Soon. Once we make sure your friend is fine, I’ll release a statement to the press.” He stated, all while caressing my cheek, making my heart flutter at the simple contact. He looked right in my eye as if searching for something.

“You don’t remember, do you?” He asked making me frown. What did I forget?

“Remember what?” He moved more closer to me, our bodies almost touching. His thumb caressing my bottom lip. I felt something deep down in my stomach. He started leaning towards me. I closed my eyes at the sensations he was giving to me.

My mind is shouting at me to push him away, but my heart and body are speaking a completely different language. These feelings, all of these are new to me, and I don’t know what to do. I've never experienced something like this before. I felt his breath on my neck.

“Get ready, we need to go to the hospital.” He said near my ear, making a shiver pass through my spine. He moved back to look into my eyes, with a small smile on his lips before he moved forward and kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes, absorbing the warmth of the kiss.

“Good morning, angel.” He said before stepping back and going into the bathroom.

I stood there, completely still, trying to understand what just happened. Why is acting as though we are a real couple? And damn! Why was my stomach somersaulting when he was close to me?

And what did I forget? It wasn’t about Kate’s operation. I could see it in his eyes, he had something else in his mind when he asked me if I forgot something. I didn’t realize how much time I was standing like that until Michael came out. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I didn’t want him to question what I was doing standing there like a statue.

“Well, I don’t have any clothes.” I didn’t have the time to bring my belongings from my apartment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask Diana to arrange something. Just go freshen up in the meanwhile.”

By the time I came out of the bathroom, two boxes were placed on the bed, along with a note. “Get ready and come down, I’ll be waiting downstairs. We’ll leave together.”

Is he coming with me? I didn’t expect that. I mean, I know I’m his wife and all, but I didn’t expect him to leave his work and come with me to the hospital. I put the note aside and opened a box to find a black button-down flared jumpsuit. I put the dress on the bed and opened the other box to find a pair of block heels matching the suit, along with a pair of black earrings, red lipstick, and eyeliner.

I quickly removed my towel and put on the dress. The dress is an exact fit. But I didn’t know the reason for the makeup and the high heels. I’m going to visit a hospital, not to attend a party. ‘You’re going with Michael remember, and there are chances that the press might follow him.’ My subconscious reminded me.

I quickly applied the lipstick and the eyeliner before going in front of the mirror and pulling my hair into a ponytail. Once I made sure I looked presentable, I put on the heels and walked downstairs.

Michael was sitting there, reading the newspaper. Once he saw me, he put the newspaper down and looked up at me. His eyes traveled all over my body, from head to toe. The heat in his gaze caused me to look away from his eyes.

He walked towards me, not once breaking eye contact. He put his hand around my waist, pulling me into his chest. Sparks erupted all over my body. I closed my eyes at the sensation. I felt his other hand going behind my back and opened my eyes, to see his black eyes darken even more if it was possible.

He pulled out the hairband, running his fingers through my hair. Once satisfied with my hair, he looked in my eyes. “You look more beautiful like this.” He said, his eyes moving to my lips before he started to lean in.

“Sir, breakfast is ready.” A woman in her late 30’s informed, causing Michael to move away from me, putting some much-needed space between us. He cleared his throat before gesturing me towards the dining table, all while glaring at the woman.

“You don’t have to come with me, you know. I'm grateful that you’re paying for Kate’s operation. I don’t want to interrupt your work.” I said taking a bite of the sandwich.

“I want to.” That’s all he said and I’m kinda grateful for that. I might be needing someone with me, I can't go through this all alone.

“Shall we begin?” He asked after I finished my breakfast.

“Yeah.” We walked out, where his driver was waiting for us with the back door open. I just hope everything goes well with Kate’s operation.