A ONE-NIGHT STAND TURNED MARRIAGE

Chapter5:The proposal

Vivian’s POV

I wake up early today, surprisingly before my alarm rings.

I grab my phone to check the time.

5.50am.

I still have enough time to get ready

I get up from my bed and go inside my bathroom.

I grab my toothbrush, brush my teeth then I take my bath.

I dry my hair with a towel, then I rub cream on my body.

I style my hair in a low bun, apply a little gloss on my lip then put on a pair of black trousers and cream blouse.

I slip into a pair of sleek black heels and grab my bag.

Finally, I spray some perfume before I leave my room and say hi to my mom in the kitchen.

“Good morning mom”.

She turns to look at me.

“Good morning darling”

“You look gorgeous”

“Thank you mom”. I say as I give her a small hug

“You won’t be eating breakfast?”

“I don’t want to be late, I’ll eat at work.”

“Have you heard from your father?” She ask in a concern tone

“I haven’t seen him since last weekend”.

She sighs.

“Don’t worry yourself mom, he’ll come home when he’s out of money again.”

She let out a forced smile.

“Have a great day mom”.

I say goodbye to my mom as I leave the house to the bus stop.

The thought of my dad’s behavior cross my mind again.

My father movements has always been unpredictable.

Honestly after he took my whole savings, I don’t want to care about him again but it can’t be help.

The bus ride to work is surprisingly smooth.

I sit by the window, put on my headphones and watch as the buildings move past me.

For the first time in a while, I feel slightly hopeful.

I’ve a good paying job.

And even though my boss is annoying, I’ve to handle it i say to myself.

I walk into the building saying hi to the receptionist before heading to my office.

I drop my bag on my desk and go turn on my computer.

I pull up Justin’s schedule.

My eyes widen.

“Wow”.

His day is packed.

Ten o’clock meeting.

Eleven o’clock conference call.

One o’clock appointment.

Two o’clock meeting.

Four o’clock meeting.

I sigh.

I begin organizing the documents he’ll need.

Go to the cafe to get his coffee and I drop it on my desk waiting for him to summon me.

The telephone rings.

“Mr George’s office”.

“Come to my office”.

The call ends. I already know he’s the one.

I grab the documents and his coffee, breath in and out before knocking on his door.

“Come in”.

I enter.

Justin is standing by the window.

He’s putting on a brown suit this morning. I hate to admit but he looks annoyingly cute in suits.

His hands are in his pockets and he’s looking out at the city.

“Good morning, sir”.

He turns.

He walks up to his desk and picks up a folder.

“Cancel my ten o’clock meeting”.

I write it down.

“Yes sir”.

“Move my eleven o’clock meeting to next tomorrow ”.

I write that down too.

“Okay sir”.

“Cancel my two o’clock meeting also”.

I look at him.

“Alright”.

He picks up another folder.

“And also, clear my evening”.

I write that down also.

“Lastly, prepare the documents I will be needing for tomorrow board meeting.”

“I’m on it already sir”.

“Okay”.

I nod

“Anything else?”

I ask him.

“No”.

As I reach the door, he calls.

“Miss Cole”

I turn to look at him

“See me before you go home.”

“Okay”.

What does he want to see me for, I thought as I sit on my desk and get to work.

It’s already lunch time and I’m half way done with most of my work.

Justin already step out of the office.

I grab my phone and head to the cafeteria to get lunch.

A call came in on my phone.

It’s my mom.

“Hi mom”

“Hi Miss Vivian, this is Elena speaking, I’m calling from George’s hospital.”

I stop walking

Why is she with my mom’s phone I thought.

“Hi Elena, please is my mom okay?”.

“She was rush in from work, because she collapsed, please we need you at the hospital.”

“I’m coming”.

I don’t even think twice.

I turn around and rush back into my office.

Grab my bag and I run out of the company.

I flag down the first taxi I see.

“George’s hospital please. Quickly”.

I don’t know how long the journey takes because every minute feels like an hour.

When I finally arrive at the hospital. I pay the driver and jump out of the taxi.

I hurry inside the hospital and go straight to the reception.

“Hi good afternoon, I’m here for Hannah Cole. I’m her daughter”.

“Please sit somewhere, the doctor will attend to you”.

A few minutes later, a man in a white coat walks out of the ward.

“Miss Cole?”

I immediately stand.

“Yes”.

“I’m doctor Xavier. I’m attending to your mom.”

My heart pounds faster.

“How’s she?”

He gestures towards the hallway.

“Come with me”.

I follow him to his office.

He closes the door and sit behind his desk.

I sit opposite him.

“Hi miss Cole”.

“Hi doctor”.

He looks at the folder in his hand.

“Your mom was brought in unconscious two hours ago.”

I gulped nervously.

“Yes”.

“We did some test”.

I rub my hands trying to stay as calm as possible.

“And?”

He pauses.

“Your mom is currently stable but we still need to conduct some tests.”

“Thank God”

I let out a breath I’ve been holding.

“So when will you start the test doctor?”

“Immediately you make payment, we’ll start the test.”

“How much will the tests cost?”

He gives me an amount.

I stare at him.

“That much?”

“Yes”

I look down at my hands.

“I’ll look for the money doctor. When will she be discharged?”

“In three days, we just need to watch her for awhile.”

“Can I see her?”

“Sure, but she’s still unconscious.”

I go inside my mom’s ward, i couldn’t find the tears as I leave her ward to the reception to make so payment.

It’s already past my lunch hour. I go back to work and finish up with the documents.

It’s evening already so I go inside Mr George’s office.

I knock on the door

“Come in” he says in a flat voice.

“Hello sir, you asked me to see you before going home.”

“Sit.” He says in a surprisingly calm voice.

I sit opposite him.

For a few seconds, he doesn’t say a word.

He simply stares at me, as if studying me before reaching for a file on his desk.

“I have a proposition for you”. He says in a cold tone.

I frown.

“What kind of proposition sir?” I ask trying not to sound intimidated.

He slip the file he’s holding towards me.

My eyes land on the words written across the first page.

MARRIAGE AGREEMENT.

I look up at him

“Sir?”

“I want you to be in a contract marriage with me.”

He says in a final voice, leaving no room for questions.

I stare at him, completely speechless.

A contract marriage?

With my boss?

I don’t even know what to say.

Why me?

Why choose me?