CHAPTER 2
1045 Words
Meeting my husband
"What?" I yelled.
Tell me I'm not in his house, please!
He responded mockingly, "I see that you're now awake.”
"What's this place?How did I get here?Wait! What-"
He scowled as he replied, "You should be polite. I brought you to my house from the club because you caused problems and were almost beaten up. I aided you, but I didn't know where to take you."
"And yes, I brought you over to my house; was that a mistake?" Glaring, he said.
I hadn't responded since I was preoccupied with him. He was dressed in a snug sweatshirt and sweatpants that accentuated his muscles. Why was he so damn appealing?I was drooling and was jolted awake by his voice.
"Hey! "Are you even listening to me?" he asked impatiently.
"Uhm" I responded.
"You can leave when you're ready," he remarked cynically, and I stared back.
I flung the duvet off my body to get out of bed, but I quickly covered myself again.
"Why am I wearing this?" I asked, pointing to the t-shirt I was wearing.
"Did..did you change my clothes?" I yelled.
He didn't say anything, just smirked. I was taken aback by his gesture.
I leapt out of bed and walked directly to where he was.
"Hey," I yelled half-heartedly.
"You can't just bring someone you don't know into your house or even change their clothes without their permission, uhn, you could have just left me in the damned club or do you have a motive-" I came to a halt as I discovered he was intently staring at me, his lips twitching into a smile.
He was scrutinising me while I was wearing only a shirt, obviously his shirt.
My spine was immediately chilled. Is it possible that I've been kidn*pped? Is he a r****t or just a creep?
"You've finally stopped talking," he replied,
"Can I take a shower first?" I swallowed hard and said.
"Sure," he remarked calmly, "your things are over there," he said, pointing to the wardrobe.
"All right, thanks," I muttered dryly.
I raced to the toilet when I heard him laugh. Of course he'd chuckle, because a gorgeous girl like me is in his custody. Or was I overthinking things?
I returned to the bedroom after cleaning up and found him gone. Thank God, I muttered.
I went to the closet and, according to his words, the dress I wore yesterday to the club and the things I had with me were there.
I quickly dressed and grabbed my phone to read my texts. Oh no, Mum and Dad must be frightened at this point.
I walked along the corridor after leaving the room. I came across the stairs that led to the ground floor and took them.
When I arrived in what appeared to be a living room, I was greeted warmly by a woman in uniform. The guy sat at the dining table and turned to look at me as I spoke.
"I need to get going now," I responded nervously.
"Okay," he simply said.
"Okay," I answered again.
"Wait!” he paused
“Did you assume I kidn*pped you or something?" He inquired.
I didn't say anything and just looked down.
"No way," he replied, looking disappointed.
"So I don't deserve appreciation but a label as a kidnapper, right?" he frowned.
"No no-" I attempted to say something but was cut off.
"It's okay, let me show you the way out," he added.
I followed him as he walked out of the house.
"You should be able to get you a cab from here, or do you want me to drive you home?" he said.
"No, that won't be necessary," I replied.
"Okay, you're welcome," he said, and that's when I discovered I hadn't thanked him.
If he hadn't helped me, something terrible could have happened to me. Given that it was a club, I may have been hurt or even r***d.
"Thank you so much for your help, I really appreciate it, and I'm also sorry for thinking that-" I said before he interrupted me.
"It's fine, you should get going now," he said plainly.
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"Angel" my mum screamed when I entered the house.
"Angel, where have you been?Are you okay?" she asked, her expression filled with concern.
"I'm fine, mum, but you and dad contributed to this, because why would you arrange a marriage for me, it’s not like I'm 30 already?" With pain in my voice, I said.
"Angel, you're not getting any younger, and you need to get married at some point, okay?" You'll be OK since your future husband is a good man. And keep in mind we'll be seeing his family this evening, so get ready." Patting my head, she said.
One of the reasons I left my parents' house was because they made decisions for me. They constantly seem to think they know what is best for me.
"OK, mum, but this isn't what I want or have always wanted," I frowned.
"Angel, trust us-" she said tenderly as I interrupted her.
"On this, you were going to say that, right? I want to be with someone I love, Mum; this isn't the type of marriage I want."
"You'll like him Angel, your marriage will work out as long as you and your husband get along, just like myself and your father," mum said with sincerity in her eyes.
"Just because you and your father's marriage was arranged and worked out doesn't mean you should do the same to me and expect the same outcome." I was on the brink of tears as I spoke.
"It's okay, darling, you-" she said when she was cut off.
"I need to be alone," I murmured as I headed up the stairs to my room, my head down.
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It was already evening, and I was getting ready to meet my alleged husband-to-be and his family.
"They're here," mother murmured, peering into my room, as a cool breeze blew over me.
Nervously, I followed Mum down the stairs.
I spotted them - an elderly woman and man, a guy and another lady.
"She's here," my mother announced, and all eyes were on us.
“Michael,” I said in disbelief.
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