MARRIED TO MR SMITH

CHAPTER SEVEN

Camella's POV:

Lewis began to laugh as if he heard a funny joke, when he noticed that no one else laughed he abruptly stopped. "Her, you are telling me that you want this dirty little s**t?" He said pointing his finger at me and looking at me as if I am the scum underneath his feet. Arthur clenched his jaw and tightened his fingers into fists, if looks could kill then I am pretty sure that Lewis would be six feet under. "I don't care what you or anyone else says tell me what it would take for you to give her to me," shaking his head in disbelief, Lewis told Arthur the amount he paid my family and he double the amount as if he was discussing the weather.

"I still don't understand why you want her, her family f*****g hates her, they sold her to me with the promise of her being a virgin in replacement of her twin sister, I mean she must be really unlucky for her own family to despise her mere name". Lewis said turning to look at me with pure l**t and disgust written on his face, "I don't care about what anyone else says, she is mine and if you or anyone else talks s**t about her, they will see a side of me they will wish not to have seen". Mr Smith said as Lewis wished me good look and left with his two goons.

Coming to where I sat on the ground, "are you okay?" He asked helping me to my feet when he noticed me struggling to stand by a hand on my waist, I instantly felt Sparks from where he touched through my dress and I didn't feel repulsed like usual whenever someone touched me. Once on my feet I tried to subtly create some distance between us but by the way his hands tightened possessively around my waist I knew he was aware of my actions. "Don't try to resist me ever again, my little vixen", he said whispering softly into my ear.

Nodding my head, "good girl, now can you walk?" He asked as I nodded and tried to walk but winced on my first step remembering that I had sprained my left ankle when I tried to get away from Lewis and his men. Noticing my face scrunched up in pain, he placed his hand under my knee and behind my back, lifting me up in bridal style and began walking in the direction of his car. He led me to a black BMW Jeep with white seats as he placed me into the soft comfy seat of the passenger seat. I quickly put on the seatbelt as he rounded the corner and entered the driver's seat.

We began to make our way to wherever he is taking me in silence which is surprisingly comfortable. "Where are you taking me?" I asked after sitting in comfortable silence for twenty minutes. "My house", he said as he called one of his driver's to go and pick his parents up from the charity party. I stayed quiet until we approached a big golden gate with a big "AS" symbolising his name on it.

We drove past the fountain with the statue of three angels that brought out water from their mouth, there was guards everywhere who carried guns and wore black suits and wireless earphones. The house was white and two storeys, it had plants everywhere giving the house a homey feeling. There was hints of gold on the walls and I can only tell you that I have never seen a more gorgeous mansion.

We parked the car and made our way into the luxurious house, we passed through the hallway before he began carrying me bride style upstairs to a room. We entered the master's bedroom, it is as dark and mysterious as it's owner, I didn't have enough time to ogle the bedroom as I was placed on the most comfortable and softest bed ever. It feels like I am laying on clouds, I watched as he made his way into what I assume to be his walk in closet and came back with a shirt of his. "I don't have any woman's attire for you to wear so you will have to make do with my shirt. The bathroom is the second door next to the closet". He said coming to sit on the bed and handing me his shirt.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked wanting to know his intentions for helping me and paying twenty five million dollars to Lewis, from everything I have learned over my twenty three years of living on this Earth, it's that "everyone has an alterior motive". "Take a shower first and we will get your ankle checked, I will answer all your questions only after that". Mr Smith said as he picked me up once again reigniting those Sparks as he placed me in the bathroom and closed the door. Through out the time we have been here, he has never smiled, his lips have been pressed into a thin line and his eyes confuse me since they are so expressive, I can see a hint of worry, confusion, pity but mostly anger.