The Wife

Angel in disguise

I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, the events that took place 24 hours before played in my head like a broken record. I was disowned by my family, I ended up in a motel, met a strange man, had fun (not the kind you're thinking) with said man and we almost kissed... or that was just me assuming he would be going for my lips.

I took a deep breath, took one of the pillows and screamed in it. Was this how having a crush on someone felt like?! I giggled like a crazy person, I must be crazy, maybe I am crazy?

As these thoughts flooded my mind, a series of knocks came at my door, looking at the worn out digital clock on the bedside table, it flashed 9:16 AM. I was about to go answer the door when I asked myself, who was knocking? There'd only be 2 people who know I am occupying this room and that would be front desk lady and strange man and it couldn't be the male I was in contact with a few hours ago, I wasn't due for check-out until 11 too so it can't be the front desk lady.

Why am I even thinking when I could just look at the fracking peephole. And I wish I didn't.

There he stood on the other side, dressed casually than what he was wearing yesterday - he really looked like some sort of CEO or maybe a well paid body guard. I don't know, we can't really judge one by their looks.

Opening the door, I smiled at him and he did so back.

"Hey what's up?!" he brought a bag of pastries from the shoppe we were at, thanking him briefly, I invited him in.

"I want to offer you something, its what I came up with after getting to speak with you last night and I wanted to know what you'd think about it." his look was expectant, he was really itching to tell me about this thing he thought of, based off how he was trying to tell me about it, I didn't want to hear it but I figured since he listened to me, why not listen to him?

"Shoot." I grabbed a croissant out of the bag, it was still warm and I could smell the chocolate inside it, God, I was close to drooling. I could hear him but for some reason I am unable to understand what he was saying, can't focus with this chocolate goodness in my mouth.

"So what do you say?" He said and that broke me out of my delicious trance.

What does he mean what do I say? What is he talking about?

"W-What?" I stuttered and looked back at his perfect face while I try to chew my food.

"I said.. I can help you. Help you do whatever you want or get back at whoever. Maybe start something new or seek revenge?" His eyes were trained on mine, seeing how I'd react to that once in a lifetime offer.

"There are.." Was my silent answer, I didn't want them to ask for my attention all I wanted was to get back at them for treating me like I was worthless. To get my revenge I wanted to see how the so-called mighty fall.

I want to watch them fall on their knees and grow helpless and needy that they'd ask for my help and that even my father who is as prideful as he is.. Couldn't help but beg and maybe if I could push it, my forgiveness.

"Then I ask for you to agree to my terms and conditions that we will be discussing later on in this relationship of ours." He kept his eyes trained on me and smiled.

"Wait. What relationship? Are you nuts?! Look at me?!" I gestured to myself from head to toe a couple of times, he looked at me with a raised brow.

"Yea I am and so?" He looked amused but to me this was far from amusing!

"Look at yourself!" I then gestured to him.

"And your point being, love?" He crossed his arms, lips turning from an amused smile to a smirk.

"We're like a parody of Beauty and The Beast! Me being the latter." I mumbled the last part and that caused him to chuckle.

"You look down on yourself too much and you degrade yourself as if you are the lowest scum on earth..." He took a few steps towards me until he was just arms length from me.

"You are far from that love.. You are beautiful and don't let others tell you otherwise, pretty sure there's a brain in that pretty head of yours too." He smiled, the back of his hand against my cheek. His thumb grazing the skin on it made chills shoot up my spine and not the bad type.

"What is in it for you anyways? Why are you so hell bent on making me agree to these terms and conditions of yours?" I asked and he just found this situation so amusing that the smirk on those lips of his never left.

"Ever believed on love at first sight?" He said and I felt my heart beat wildly.

"No.." I trailed off and he turned again to smile at me.

"Then you should." He said and grabbed my almost dry bag off the floor, opening what was supposed to be a closet, he grabbed and stuffed my clothes into my bag.

"Uhm, excuse me but where are you taking my bag?" I trailed behind him as he continuously stuffed my bag with my stuff.

"I'm taking you to a proper hotel." He said nonchalantly and closed my bag as he turned to look at me, what is he talking about?!

"Is this your hobby? Picking up women from motels and helping them? Heck I'm not even sure if you're normal! You really might be some serial killer or something.." I rambled and mumbled the last parts but pretty sure he heard me.

"Just let me help you and you won't regret it." Were the last words I heard from him, it were the words that kept repeating in my head over the hours that we were driving, the minutes it took for us to walk up to the front desk and get in an elevator until we ended up in a room.

A room that had the best view of the city and I'm pretty sure this wasn't the city I grew up in.

"...Be my wife.." Were the words that pulled me back out again from spacing out.

"Say what?" I turned and looked at him like he just got out of the mental asylum and heck I wouldn't be surprised about that!

"You tend to have a habit of not listening while I talk, love." he smiled and poured two glasses of wine, one he was sipping from and the other he handed over to me.

"As I was saying, In this so called relationship we have, your role is to be my wife." He said the last words as if its the final decision, no choices whatsoever and that if I agreed to it, there would be no turning back.

"You're going too fast and I really..." I trailed off looking down on my wine.

I heard steps coming closer to me, with each step that made my heart beat along with it like a rhythm.

"Let me make you the most powerful woman in the world, let me make you feel the freedom you so longed for.. and the happiness - enjoy the finer things in life." He says so low it sounded as if he was the only one who can make it happen.

Which he is.

"Why..why are you willing to help, I want to know your reasons..I need to know." I gazed into his eyes and he did so back, his eyes that held a lot of emotion before they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Because you didn't deserve that kind of treatment."

Was all he said before I felt his lips against my forehead again, the kiss was short but I could still feel his lips against my skin..

As if he was still standing in front of me and his lips were still there, the man left me standing in the middle of the room still star struck.

Yes, until now I still don't know his name and I was going to be his wife.