Sinfully Yours (R18)

Chapter 4: Teasing Words

Sergio Echeverría’s Point-of-View

I'd already been in love once, but the possibility of falling in love again terrified me. One family asked for a betrothal favor, and I agreed to arrange marriage with their daughter since the couple said that I will be an asset to their business. My parents were happy with whatever decision I made, hence I had been prepared for this since a very young age because I always knew that betrothal may happen at any time. Especially considering I am the CEO of the company and my younger siblings were not as strained as I am. Betrothal was practiced in our family for many years until it was passed down to our parents. However, our parents chose to cut that costume since they recognized how stressful it could be, leading to undesired emotions like grief. Entering the arrangement was my unequivocal choice and nobody pressured me into this.

“Sergio, how was la casa? Did you finish everything?” My mom, Lucia, asked about the house that I bought five months ago in preparation for the stay of my fiancée after the betrothal was offered earlier than that.

Before the betrothal was offered to my fiancée, her parents planned to let us reside in one house to see if things would work out between us, and I considered investing in a house where my fiancée and I could live together for the time being if she was comfortable with the idea. Her parents had recently informed me that she was fine with staying with me for several months.

I nodded. “Si, madre. I completed everything. The papers, the furniture… Now I'm simply waiting to find out who my fiancée is.”

I flew to America two months ago from Spain where I was born and raised, and my parents accompanied me to support their encouragement. They claimed that they were good friends with my fiancée's family and that one of the reasons they traveled with me was to possibly see them again while my younger siblings were left in Spain. For the short while, I'm staying in a condo with my parents until I meet my fiancée later tonight.

“How do you feel about tonight’s meeting, mi hijo?” my mom asked as she took a sip on her breakfast tea.

At the same time, I was terrified and delighted. Being in a relationship was hard, and because I will be her future husband, I am responsible for her, her needs, and her safety and security. It may be a loveless relationship, but I want to be the one she turns to when she needs emotional support, the person she feels at ease with and the person who can be her other half. Even if there was no love, I wanted to devote my loyalty and faithfulness. These matters were taken seriously by me.

“I am both thrilled and nervous. I don’t know if she will like me or perhaps what if our personality would not align?” I asked with a crease formed on my forehead.

Her mother smiled politely. “It is quite normal to feel that way, but the woman you will marry comes from a wonderful family. You know how good Amelia and Edward are, right?”

Of course, I was aware of the St. Clairs'. I had previously seen my fiancée's parents, but they were unable to bring their daughter with them. I searched her up on the internet to see what she looked like, but there were no results. According to my mother, she was an introverted nature who would rarely leave the house to be photographed by paparazzi. The images of my fiancée that Amelia and Edward sent me were taken when she was a child. They claimed that my fiancée insisted on not sending current photos as a surprise.

The passage of time was so rapid that the day was quickly replaced by the night. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my suit. I was dressed in a navy blue jacket and trousers, a light blue tie, and black shoes. Because the condo is already so nearby, it only took me twenty minutes to get to the St. Clairs' company. Our family driver drove me there, and when I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by my fiancée's parents who had been waiting for me.

Amelia eleganlty approached me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good evening, Sergio.”

I assumed that my fiancée was as stunning as her mother, filled with delicate and elegance. Edward walked towards me and stretched out his hand as I gladly shook it.

“Good evening, mister and misses St. Clair,” I greeted with a polite smile.

Afterwards we headed inside their building. Amelia and Edward told me to wait for my fiancée, Rosiean, inside her office as they went to inform her. They brought me inside of her office and they went out to tell her that I was awaiting for her presence. Her office had a feminine interior with a pleasing aroma. The walls were painted with a soft color plus the furniture and a hanged painted portrait were pretty classy. The marbled floor was covered with a pastel gray carpet. I walked towards the glassed window, staring outside. Especially at night, the city was still very busy.

My heart began to pound rapidly, and I shoved my icy hands into my pockets as a result of my worry. I was drawn to the busy street beneath the building with cars honking, when the sound of the door opening drew my attention. When I turned around, our gazes locked with no other than Rosie, whom I had a one night stand two months ago, was standing right in front of me.

A wave of shock was evident to Rosie’s face when she realized who her fiancé was. “Sergio?”

“You are… Roseian St. Clair?” My mouth went agape, I felt like I was frozen in place.

I had only known her as Rosie, since that how Elvira introduced her friend to me. Rosie’s friend was the one who approached me and told me that Rosie wanted me to invite her to a private place but she was too shy to ask that. I was as shock as Rosie, because we had a one night stand that evening and unaware that we were actually betrothed to one another.

“Roseian… Rosie… Now it makes sense.” I murmured underneath my breath.

There was a lot of awkwardness in the room. Rosie averted her gaze, her cheeks blushing, as my gaze was fixed on her. My eyes explored her figure, she was dressed elegantly in a scarlet dress that reached over her knees and had sleeves that reached her wrists. Her golden belt accentuated her curvaceous waist and she wore golden stilettos.

“You look stunning,” I complimented with a smile, hoping to break the awkwardness between us.

She shyly bit her lower lip and tried to stare in my green orbs. “Thank you, Sergio. You look incredible as well.”

“Can I call you Rosie, if you do not mind?” I asked.

“Of course! I would not mind being called Rosie,” she replied with a beam on her face.

“Okay, Rosie. I know both of us were surprised tonight because we are unaware that we our engagement are arranged with one another, after that night we have slept together,” I explained, “But I don’t want to make things hard between us. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you are with me. How about we pretend that night did not exist and shall we start things over?”

That night was so special to me. I was devastated the morning after that night when I discovered the room was empty after I got out of the shower, she left with no notice or anything. Rosie was different from the women I had a one night stand with. Her pureness and innocence wanted me to keep her safe in my arms. I started liking her after that night but I tried getting rid of that feeling since I knew that it wasn’t supposed to have an intimacy in a one night stand. Too bad, I catch feelings for her that night, but I was willing to let go that special night if it was going to make her feel uncomfortable.