Taming The Mayor!

Sneaky!

Third Person P.O.V:

"Yeah... Don't worry about it, he's busy with her. She's giving her a hard time as we expected.", Cole spoke through the phone sitting in his study leaning against his chair, playing with the glass goblet filled with wine.

The rays of the lights, sparkled his shadow in his dark study area, signifying that the time was late. His study was shaded with red and black which became more darker with the time and little light on the inside.

He gulped down the wine as the other person on the phone spoke.

"No... The wedding will go on as planned. Don't worry, he would never afford to have it cancelled because of her.",, Cole spoke.

The other person argued over the phone annoying Cole.

"Don't worry she will get married. She doesn't have any other option. Trust me on that one.", Cole chuckled gruesomely.

The other person spoke something making Cole chuckle a bit, "He's busy taming her these days... It's time to strike him now. He'll get weak. The wedding comes in a weak and then we strike him again and there he loses."

Something dirty was being planned in the study of Cole O'Neil, on the telephone line that connected him to someone in discretion.

"But remember", Cole spoke through a much authoritative tone. A tone more like his real self, "Once he's out, the office is mine. You'll get your fair share."

The other person on the line spoke or asked something to which Cole laughed out a little.

"Don't worry about her, she's stupid. She'll be more than glad to get away from this town. She might have my blood but she's got here mother's genes.", Cole spoke out.

Maybe his words were in broken scrambled pieces but they were still pointing the obvious.

Something creaked inside his study making him hold his conversation.

"Yeah, I'll call you back.", He said putting down the phone.

He got out of his chair and went towards the source of the voice, behind one of the book shelves.

He paced slowly, grabbing the baseball bat on his way.

He passed down his family pictures, his wife's portrait, his daughters' portrait with the two of the older ones holding down an infant Carol. His oldest daughter's college graduation portrait and finally Amy's portrait in which she smiled out ear to ear.

As he passed by his books and another table to reach the back of the shelf the door to his study burst open.

"Ms. Cole?", A female voiced.

He turned and looked at the door to see the young assistant of Mayor who was assigned to look after Mayor's fiancé, his daughter and the runaway girl -- Amy.

"What the hell are you doing in here?", Cole channeled his anger at Rosita.

"Oh... I...", Rosita stammered not expecting the anger out of Cole, "Ms. Cole is nowhere to be found so... I... I just thought that she might be here."

"Don't you ever dare get inside my study without my permission. Now get out, she's not here.", He voiced with anger at Rosita's poky behaviour.

As Rosita was about to shut the door close.

Cole called her.

"Find her!", He ordered her and she immediately left.

Cole left his office to also find Amy leaving behind his dark plans and an open window that rushed wind inside the study.

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Amy's P.O.V

"You're here.", Rosita's voice called out making me turn my head towards her direction.

She was standing at the corner of the patio that lead towards the garden pool. I sat on the garden swing absorbing the motions of the night.

I rolled my eyes at her existence, "Can't I just take a stroll in the garden at night?", I complained passing her down an annoyed look.

"Oh... I... Umm... I just got worried.", She tried making up a lame excuse.

"Worried? At what?" I looked down at the phone in my lap, "At one in midnight? Besides what were you doing in my room?", I completely turned my body towards her, "You're getting creepy, day by day."

"Mr. Mayor... He had asked me to see if you were in your room.", She said.

"Oh really?", I raised my eyebrows at her. "Because I was just talking to your Mr. Mayor!", I raised my hands and made finger commas at "Mr. Mayor"

"And he pretty much seems to be asleep.", I threw my statement at her. I completely lied but I played my cards knowing that she was lying as well. She was just creeping up on me and seeing me missing creeped her life out thinking that she might loose her job.

I got up making my way towards her, "Stop sneaking around.", I hissed at her and made my way inside the house.

On my way in I passed down dad who was sitting in the kitchen on the counter aisle drinking down a can of beer.

I perched my head down and silently passed him.

Until this point he only annoyed or angered me, but now he scared me.

I finally came into my room and directly slipped into my bed covering my self with the duvets.

Even though I was covered complete head to toe with the duvets I still felt cold. There was chilliness rushing all inside my body. The coldness was subtly taking my body.

I was inside dad's study area sneaking in only to find something, a document or a contract that might be a clause to my and Brandon's marriage. I was about to sneak into his laptop when the door to his office opened up and he came into the office. I ran and hid behind one of the shelves waiting for him to leave.

I thought he came to stroll around or something but he came in pouring himself a glass of wine and sat down at his chair. I was looking through a small left out space between the books of the shelf that I was hiding behind.

After a short while the phone rang and even I shrilled a little at sudden voice that filled the room.

Dad picked the phone up and what I heard, still had me disturbed.

How could dad turned so cold? I thought he was doing this out of some streak or perhaps some obligation but now he was just using me as a pawn to his bigger game.

Getting me married to Brandon wasn't even his motive. There was something else that he had his eyes sat on and my marriage to Brandon was just a small part of it.

His words pierced my heart inderibly.

"She might have my blood by she has her mother's genes."

Why did dad even say that? Doesn't mom and her memories effected him? Didn't he love her?

I moved while listening to him in his study and that created a sound. I knew that he heard me and he was walking towards me but luckily Rosita came in and I took in the opportunity as soon as dad left I made my way outside his study through the open window. Luckily the room was on the ground floor so I didn't hurt my bones.

I immediately went and sat on the garden swing until Rosita showed up.

But my mind was still stuck on dad's words.

And his words about striking "him".

By him he definitely meant by Brandon. But why did he or whoever was on the other end of the phone were talking abound striking Brandon. Why did they even need to hurt him.

Maybe my marriage to Brandon wasn't even the motive. Maybe it wasn't even going to happen. They just brought me here as a distraction to Brandon.

A pounded a little more harder on the entire situation.

What if the contract or whatever the agreement is... Not even that important when it comes to what dad was planning on.

The days were ticking off by every passing second. There were only seven days left to the wedding and I needed to get to the bottom of the entire situation.

It might be hard but not impossible.

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The next morning I came down the stairs at the breakfast table. Dad, Margaret and Carol were sitting eating their usual. Luckily I hadn't had a view of Rosita's face till yet, so I could say that my day was going pretty good.

"Amy... The wedding planners sent out designs for the invites. They need them finalized by today.", Margaret said coldly knowing what could be my possible reaction.

"I still can't believe my sister is getting married to the Mayor.", Carol jumped excitedly.

Only her face was the little par of excitement in my life at that moment.

"Every girl in school is going all jelly on me, that my sister is going to be the next first lady of Cherwood. I mean could guys believe this, my sister will be the queen which makes me almost a princess ", she said smartly cutting down her pancakes.

Her words made me laugh.

"Amy... The invites?", Margaret asked again.

I could tell she didn't want to begin this conversation but even she knew we had no choice. Perhaps she understood Brandon's power over us.

In my usual form I would've done something to piss Brandon off and would create another trouble with the invites. But now I had a little bit of more clearer picture. It was dad whom I should've been targeting.

"Of course! Send in the designs in my room.", I smiled at her, "I'll get them finalized with Brandon by today. Besides it's only seven days left to the wedding so we all need to move our butts fast. Right?", I said out with small smile that I was completely faking.

"Carol, have you picked out a dress yet? I mean you'll be the maid of honour after all.", I asked and a wide smile spread across her face. It felt like her smile was going to break her cheeks bones.

"Oh My God! I really need to tell Lily and Joe, they're so going to freak out. I bet Miranda is going to burn out of jealousy.", She started typing in her phone screaming with excitement.

"Well... I suggest that we all should go together to Fel's boutique. She's making my wedding dress so... You guys should also get your dresses made from her. Her collection is really nice."

"And what about you dad?", I turned to look at him and gave him a stern look to watch his expressions.

And much to my expectations he did seemed surprised at my behaviour.

"Well...", He cleared his throat before speaking, "I'll just get a custom made from some brand or something.", He faked a smile.

I expected him to speak something that would trigger me but I also knew that he wasn't expecting this behaviour out of me.

He immediately busied himself in his food and I noticed his changing expressions.

They were how I expected them to be. He seemed more tensed and stiffed.

Of course you weren't expecting this from me, dad.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I had to run an errand for Mr. Mayor this morning.", Rosita walked into the dinning room wearing a short skirt that ended somewhere right beneath her torso followed by a sleeveless see through white blouse.

Something about her had started pulling me off. The way she acted around me alone and in front of Brandon was entirely different. The way her expressions stiffened last night at the mention of me and Brandon having a possible conversation.

Maybe I was over thinking things because of last night's interaction.

"Actually... We were about to leave.", I told her in a calmer tone. "We're going to the boutique to get Margaret and Carol dresses for the wedding. You should go with the wedding planners to the reception venue and the church to see if everything's going smoothly and also place the box of invite designs inside my car, I'll be getting them finalized with Brandon.", I dismissed her.

Even her expressions were taken aback at my words and sudden interest in the wedding.

I made my way inside my room.

I went into the closet and went to the uppermost shelf where I had hidden a box.

I looked through the shelves and finally found the box.

A huge smile spread across my face.

I picked the box and placed it down on the floor. I opened the large rectangular white box that was now brown due to the dust adhering it.

But the white beautiful sequin, patterned embellished gown was still the beautiful and the same.

I picked the box up and went downstairs.

Carol and Margaret were already waiting for me outside, in front of the Bentley.

Behind the Bentley stood a black SUV with two men in black suits standing outside at the back doors, with one on each side.

Two more guards got out from the front doors and gestured at one of them standing outside to grab the box out of my hand.

He immediately came ahead and grabbed the box placing it in the trunk.

Marty was already standing waiting for me to gesture him to move.

"He just keeps adding more people to my house.", I complained to Marty who laughed and held the door open as I sat into the car.

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"I want to wear this.", I smiled as Fel held out my mom's wedding dress out of the box.

"You serious about this Amy?", Margaret asked holding down my hand and squeezing it for moral support at what I was about to do.

I really needed to put in my 100% to get the best out of the situation and to get out of it as well.

"Margaret.... I... I don't know but for me getting married is like once in a lifetime thing. I don't see another future now. I always wanted to wear my mom's dress so here I am.", I smiled lowly with misty eyes.

"Okay... So no more tears and this beauty will definitely look more beautiful on you.", Fel said as she came closer to me and hugged me sideways.

"Your shop lady sucks.", Carol came in fuming out with anger.

"Carolina!", Margaret called her out for a foolish mouth.

"What mom? I have been telling her for the past hour that yellow is not my color but she just keeps on throwing yellow shades at me thinking that I am stupid and I don't know the basic difference between yellow colours.", Carol complained.

I looked and Margaret and Fel and we all three bursted out laughing at Carol's cuteness.

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After sending Margaret and Carol with their own chauffeur, I went ahead with Marty to Brandon's office.

I went directly into his office but he wasn't there.

I waited for a moment, looking around and sneaking at spots. I looked keenly here and there and noticed the cameras that were present at different corners.

So I can't just go around sneaking into his office.

Soon the door to the office burst open and a tall woman walked in. Her hair were blonde with her perfectly sprayed curls bouncing on her shoulders as her structured cheekbones sharpened and sparkled with the highlighter screaming on it. Her pointed nose and well contoured face seemed more vibrant with her bold heavy smokey eyes screaming for attention.

I got up as soon as she walked near me.

Okay, who was this woman.

Her red dress was sleeveless, hugging her body tightly with a slit revealing a major portion of her thigh with the rest ending right above her knees. Her cleavage was popping right out with only an inch away from revealing her n*****s.

She assessed my look head to toe and her eyes finally rested on my ring.

"Oh!", She rose her eyebrow as she looked at the ring and went ahead to sit on the couch I was sitting moments ago.

I realized not only I seemed small in front of her but she also underwhelmed.

She was wearing layers of makeup Andrew i don't even remember washing my face in the morning.

I had my hair tied in a lose braid with strands escaping here and there as I wore a lose brown sweater, a pair of denim shorts and ankle boots.

Too much for a physical appearance comparison I guess.

"Seriously? He chose you? Over me?", She spoke through a thick pointing tone.

Her voice and face both seemed familiar.

Only if she wouldn't had been wearing all that makeup I could've recognized her.

"What do you mean?", I asked at her uncertain words.

"It's clear. He certainly had some sort of obligation. There's no way Brandon would ever choose a nun like you over me.", She blurted out attacking me with her words.

My mouth fell open at her words.

Wait! Amy. Who the hell is she to hit you with her words. She really needs to know her place.

"Well of course. But you see it really did just happen. And you're just stranded talking and doing nothing while I wear this ring.", I said waving the ring off to her face.

Shit! Is this really even a comeback? Why am I being such a weak b***h.

Her expressions did show that somehow she felt triggered and angered at my words.

She let out a small chuckle, "You have this for now! But you'll never have him in bed. Don't you think I know what and how he likes it? And I even know that this engagement all of a sudden was nothing but some sort of agreement between these families. There's no way Brandon's ever gonna marry a junkie runaway like you."

Her words triggered the anger inside me but before I could say anything she stepped towards me, intimidating me with her words.

"I was this close to have him in my hands. I... Was going to wear this ring.", This said gesturing with her hands taking me aback with her words.

No wonder why she's so triggered at me. So Brandon was about to marry this bimbo?

She walked ahead and I felt her cleavage popping at me but I maintained my posture.

Gosh! Why is she so intimidating?

She began saying something harsh again but my mind was rather rendered process at the fact that Brandon was going to marry her.

He was about to marry someone else. He finally chose a life ahead of him. So he had to leave this woman to marry me under an obligation. Maybe he loved her and he had to leave her. But what could it be that was so important to him that needed a marriage with me and Brandon left the woman he loved.

Huh! He did love someone other than me.

And here I was all these years, I couldn't even think about moving on with someone or even date a guy. I didn't even had the courage to go out with a guy because my heart was that stuck at Brandon.

Perhaps after I get out of this mess, my heart would've finally moved on.

The door to the office opened again and Brandon walked in besides Jean.

The two stood their ground as they saw the woman standing in front of me.

"Elizabeth!", Brandon spoke through a thick voice, "What are you doing here?", He asked bluntly.

The only good thing was that he was talking to her in the same cold tone as he talked to me.

But something caught my attention. Her name was Elizabeth, the blonde hair, the tone, the voice.

She was Elizabeth Paige.

"Elizabeth Paige?", I asked her in a completely astonished tone.

She looked at me with a c****d eyebrow.

"You were going to marry Elizabeth Paige?", I asked Brandon taken off guard at his decision. My tone was angry and sad both.

He heaved a sigh, "It's not what you think it is.", He spoke trying to give me an explanation.

Wait! He was trying to give me an explanation. Why'd he do that? He'd never do that. Is it because he cares?

What the hell am I even thinking. He's forcing me into this marriage. I'm just only playing along to remove one picture of me being the distortion to have another picture more clearer.

"Brandy.... I just came here to see you. You must be really tired after last night's party. I thought maybe I could help you ease up a bit.", Elizabeth spoke bringing me out of my subconscious.

Brandy? Seriously? He let's her call him that?

So he was partying out with her last night while I was worrying myself sick over how dad was planning on a strike against him.

I felt my blood boil with my head filling up with mist.

Elizabeth walked near Brandon throwing her arms around his shoulders.

Even though Elizabeth wore stilettos and was taller than me yet she stood still shorter than the 6'4" Brandon.

She leaned in and even though she had her back against me I sensed her sucking onto Brandon's mouth as she stepped away giving me a notorious look with a dirty smirk with Brandon's smudged face.

"I'll see you around.", She winked at him as she came ahead to pick her bag up and walked away. On her way out she wiggled her fingers subtly at Brandon's crotch.

Brandon walked ahead towards me, clearing his throat. I immediately stepped away as my reflex action.

Yes! He will always be the heartless creature who's forcing me into this marriage.

I swallowed down a huge lump of tears that formed inside my throat, holding myself in.

He went towards his desk, not even noticing my actions and cleaned off his face.

I had my head perched down not having the necessary courage to look at him.

Why am I feeling this way? Why do I feel bad for myself? He moved on. I didn't. That's the only difference. It's not his fault. Why am I blaming him for the condition of my heart? I was the one who decided to run away not him.

"You're here for something?", He asked through a straight tone.

"These... ", I cleared my throat sensing the heaviness in my voice.

"These are some designs for the invites, they needed to get done by today so I thought I might have your decision on it too.", I told him through a straight face, still not looking over at him.

"Fine.... Then show me.", He said taking me off guard. I looked up at him and he was looking at me already.

And for the first time his eyes didn't had anger and hatefulness in them.

I immediately grabbed the box and placed it down on the table between us.

He cleared some files up for me to place down the designs.

Usually they would do it through electronic designs but these were some traditional, expensive, shitty card makers who believed in showing the quality of the card for the ones who touched and felt with their spoken skin.

Well.... That was written on the introductory card in the top of the box.

One after the other one we picked out designs.

We didn't talk much but rather just took opinions in terms of a yes or no or maybe. We didn't try to justify or explain our choices but we rather just community in monosyllables.

I guess... The silence of words was a metaphor for the gap between us.

After finally agreeing to one card we both said yes and finalized it.

Brandon called in Jean, his secretary and told him to send it to the company, alongside with the names of guests.

"Don't forget to include, Felicity and Connor on the list as well.", I reminded Brandon as he grabbed Jean the list.

"You want to add more people?", He asked turning towards me, handing down a pen and the guest list.

"Just two.", I said grabbing out the pen and writing down Fel and Connor's name which reminded me that I had to visit Connor as well.

I went through the list and it hit me again.

I wrote down two more names.

Brandon looked at the names and then back at me again.

I simply shrugged my shoulders, grabbing out my cross shoulder bag and wearing it as I was about to leave.

"Wait!", Brandon called out making me turn towards him. He placed down an envelope on the table moving it towards me as he sat on his seat.

"Now what have I done to earn another envelop?", I complained taking it and opening it up.

Expecting another heart attack.

But rather they were just pictures of Grandma and Hazel, out shopping, in the car or in the living area.

"You did good today. You earned it.", He said moving his chair and looking outside the window of his office.

His words infuriated me.

"So... You think I was acting all good for this? For these pictures?", I asked him in a much harsher tone. He didn't turn around or bother to look at me.

"These are going to be like what? My token of keeping up the good act?", I said again and he didn't move or turned even an inch to meet my infuriated face.

"You know what? You deserved that blondie bimbo!", I added making my way out of his office.

Well... That was a pretty pathetic thing to say Amy. He could go around bushing things on your face and yet he still wins. He'll always win over you Amy.

I finally rested down inside my car all tired. It was already evening as Marty was driving me away towards home.

My eyes caught a glimpse of McDonald's.

"Stop the car.", I called him and he did.

I immediately went outside the car and I felt two guards following me in.

I gestured them to stop.

"I want a burger. Not attention.", I smiled making my way in.

"But ma'am it's the protocol.", One of the guard spoke.

"It's fine. Just shag it on me.", I told him.

As soon as I stepped inside, there were heads turning towards me.

Maybe I should get used to this.

I waited for my turn in queue to place my order.

"Is this the mayor's fiancé?", I heard a girl speak.

I practically rolled my eyes at that.

"Well.. that's a good thing that she's establishing a good example for everyone to stay normal.", Another woman spoke.

Well that's sweet of her to say and understand.

"I heard she ran away when she was in highschool and joined in a cult association.", A girl spoke, definitely putting in false accusations.

Well I did not!

"Well... I still don't see what he saw in her.", A guy spoke making me look down at myself.

Luckily my turn came in and I gave my order for a double cheeseburger and a large coke with mcflurry to appoint to my growing insecurities.

I gave in my order and waited in line for my food.

"Look at that ass... I mean he must have a good ride, banging that ass.", A guy spoke and I felt piqued at his words.

I wanted to punch him down but I also knew that attention that my actions and words would grab.

"Agh... I just don't get what he just saw in her. His ex girlfriend was way too hotter and better than her.", Some girl's voice hit my ear.

Yeah.... That is music to my ears.

"Elizabeth?", I heard someone asking back.

"No... Not here. I mean of course Elizabeth's a no match but Shelly. She's way hot for that junkie to match on.", She said and they all started giggling.

I finally picked my food up after listening to another few minutes of comments passed on me and my looks.

As I was making my way out I saw my reflection in the glass doors and stood there pondering over myself.

My loose sweater, my loose braid with strands going everywhere. My features were plain and simple.

What am I?

For the past six years, I thought my business and my life with grandma was how everything was going to be. Living in subtlety. Away from the world that my father built. I thought my world was better than the rest. But that wasn't my world that was only a small portion of my life that I lived.

My life is worst than a comic book. Filled with more uncertain adventures. Worst than Archie's, I swear.

As I lay down on my bed I looked at my phone and noticed the day.

Another day passed by.

It wasn't even a nightmare. It was reality. My marriage with Brandon, was happening. And I was left to was nothing to do but wait for the patterns to fall.