The Wife

The Devils rumored Wife-to-be

I found myself spacing out a lot recently, especially when it has to do something with this handsome stranger. Yes he's a stranger, yet here I am not panicking, so I must be dreaming.

It felt too good to be real or this man is secretly stalking me and wanted to use me as payback for my family - I wasn't clueless enough to not know my family had enemies too especially when you had a father like mine. 

I was too deep in thought that I hadn't noticed it was already morning and my stomach was growling in hunger, my last meal was the take out he got me.

Rubbing my angry stomach, I slowly got off the extremely comfortable bed - passing through a mirror I took note of my clothes, they were his pajamas since most of my clothes were soaking wet and he all sent them to the laundry service.

Coming out of my room, I saw him sitting outside in the balcony - the table was set with coffee in front of him and a plate of food on the other side. He must've heard my stomach protesting that he peeked from his paper and smiled, beckoning me to come over.

"Breakfast is served, my wife." the blush from my cheeks couldn't get any brighter, here I was having a crush on him not so long ago, and now I am his fiancee.

"You haven't told me your name.." I started out and he looked at me taking a bite off his pancakes.

"My name is.. Howard." He took awhile before he said his name and that made me look at him suspiciously.

"No its not." I replied with a brow raised  "You, fine sir, do not look like a Howard" and took a slice of my pancake in my mouth.

Heaven.. melting in my mouth.

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Was his proposition and I just rolled my eyes, typical.

"Casey." I continued devouring on my pancakes and drizzled more chocolate syrup on it.

"That's your nickname sweetheart. " he chuckled and folded his paper, taking a sip of his coffee he looked at me with a smug look making me groan.

"Cassandra." I glared at him while I sliced through my pancakes. Bringing my attention back to the food in front of me, I ate them very unlady-like, as my mo- Antoinette Russell would say.

"Logan." He smiled and took another sip of his coffee, nodding in acknowledgement.

The way Logan and I were here just sitting, eating breakfast as if it was our normal thing scares me a little but then it doesn't. Yes, it's confusing.

"By the way, you'll be going out today." He spoke up, returning my attention to him, he was sitting there reading his paper, yet again, and sipping his coffee looking so damn beautiful that I am pretty sure it's illegal to look the way he does at this time of the morning.

"What for?" Taking a bite off my apple I licked the juice off my lips and I looked up to see him staring making me frown.

"Logan?" I waved my hand in front of him and that snapped his eyes to meet mine.

"You're going out for your makeover." He answered as if he didn't just space out for a second there.

"Oh. Are you coming with?" I asked him as I took another bite, honestly I didn't feel too comfortable going out there alone.

"Sadly, no. My driver will be driving you around town today and also I have hired a stylist to take care of your clothing needs - garments and such. I'll meet up with you for dinner." He took another sip of his coffee and laid his paper down looking at me intently.

"I see.." I muttered silently, too pre-occupied thinking of what this day held for me however, I got pulled out of my thoughts when I felt a big warm hand over my small one.

"Everything is going to be fine, yes?" He gave me one of those smiles that made me smile back at him a little.

Here was a man who was practically a stranger to me, so willing to help a girl who is basically a stranger to him too.

One he just met in a motel.. That sounds so dirty and wrong.

"Yea.." I smiled at him painfully and he just squeezed my hand as if that had a calming effect. Surprisingly, it did.

Logan had to leave for work and heavens know where that was, but then I never asked so why would he open up when I wasn't doing it either.

He just left me a couple of stuff, and by stuff, I meant his black card and a new phone. Staring at the new iPhone he got me which only had 3 contacts and that would be his, my so-called stylist and his/my driver - I went ahead and downloaded some games since he did say it was mine, so I didn't think it would matter.

Here I was standing in my knitted off shoulder sweater, donning a pair of black leggings and leather ankle boots. I was keeping myself warm so far and taking my bag and tying my hair in a messy bun I went down to meet his/my driver.

Getting out of the hotel I saw a man wearing a sharp black suit leaning against a parked black Mercedes Benz on the side of the street.

"Hi there! Are you Oliver?" I asked and he smiled.

"Ms.Cassandra?" He questioned back and I nodded, shaking hands he told me how he was not only my driver but my bodyguard too.

Oliver drove me around and we talked while doing so, he was in his early 30's married early and had twin babies just a few months ago. He is a family man and also ex-military, has 3 kids - going on 4, his wife is a baker, he says he almost got pudgy with how his wife loves to feed him.

"Well here's our first stop ma'am." He said as we parked smoothly in front of a beauty salon that screamed expensive.

Seriously?

"Thanks Oliver,and please, call me Casey." I smiled at him as I got out of the car when he opened my door and ushered me in.

"Hi! My name is Tori and welcome to CUT" she smiled and ushered me in while Oliver sat on one of the couches looking around.

"I'm here for an appointment made by.. Uh" I don't even know what me and Logan are or what was his last name.

"She's here under an appointment made by Mr. Sabella" Oli spoke up and I nodded, looking grateful.

The women fussed and next I knew I was in a seat with women tending to me.

My hair being pulled out of its bun, getting brushed, a cloth getting tied around my neck and after that things happened in a blur, she was cutting my hair and then they were dye-ing it.

My hair gets wrapped under a shower cap while the others do my nails on my fingers and one was doing a little massage on my feet.

Pure bliss I tell you.

For someone like me who isn't used to being pampered, I enjoyed this like it was my first and last.

A woman plugged some earphones in my ears and before I knew it music was playing ranging from classical then turned into something more sarcastic.

I scrolled through the playlist on the iPad the woman handed over and smirked when I stumbled across a song that made me almost want to laugh like a maniac.

This summer's gonna hurt like a mother fücker..

That it will, for them.

After that spa and salon treatment I came out a brunette with blonde highlights and make up as perfect as those models Beth hung out with but its not as thick.

"Oliver.. Where to next?" I asked him as I wore my shades to cover my eyes from the blinding sunlight.

"You'll be meeting up with the stylist in the mall, Ms. Casey" he said as he opened my door for me again.

"Thank you Oli." I gave him a little smile as I got in the car, starting the car we drove away.

"I know this job might be hell to you since you're driving and waiting around for me when there are better things to be done and such." I sighed and looked out at the buildings we passed by.

"Not really, of all clients I had, I enjoy your company by far Ms.Casey. Most of the old ones were stuck up and really just snobby. You're far from that and Mr. Sabella is a nice man too, he's silent on most car rides and well sometimes he talks to me too. A nice pair you two are" he smiled at me through the mirror and I just smiled back at him.

So his name is Logan Sabella huh.. Interesting name, it also sounded familiar.

"And we're here Ms.Casey" Oli announced as he got out to open my door again and helped me out the car.

There at the mall I met Bailey Bright and just as her name stated, her personality is as bright as she is.

A pocket or more like a bag of sunshine this woman was.