The mute's forbidden love

Chapter three

I yawn as I flip through the channels on the tv. I try to keep my eyes open and look at the time. It's 8: 15 pm and he isn't home yet. He usually comes before 8 but I don't know what happened today. I haven't eaten dinner yet and I'm kinda hungry. I always wait for him to come home and then serve him first. He likes it that way and I wouldn't want to upset him.

I hear the sound of the elevator opening and quickly switch off the tv to go set up the table. I take out the plates and start grabbing the food. He steps into the kitchen and sits on one of the chairs.

"Get me some water." He says rubbing his head with his fingers.

I fill a glass of water and hand it to him. “Are you okay?"

He gulps down the glass and gets up, "Yeah I'm fine."

The smell of alcohol reaches my nose when he speaks, "I already had dinner with my friends. I'm gonna go sleep, good night."

He leans in and gives me a sloppy kiss. I try not to cringe at the smell and return the kiss. He pulls back and walks out of the kitchen. I sigh and look down at all of the food I made. All that waiting for nothing. I'm not surprised though, this happens often.

To think I actually believed him once, when he said he loves me.....

Flashback

"You are going to be fine honey." I stop playing with my necklace when mom says that.

I try to smile and give her a nod. My sister scoffs from the end of the couch, “Oh, she is fine. Who wouldn't be fine when a millionaire is begging to marry you?"

"Rose! Not now!" Mom says exasperatedly.

She rolls her eyes, “Of course you would defend her now. She is getting you money after all."

Mom gasps as Rose gets up and steps in the backyard. I don't get it. Why is she always mad at me? What have I ever done to her. No one asked her to be here today. She came willingly and now she is acting like this. I'm already f*****g nervous about meeting him and she is adding onto it.

"Don't mind her. You just relax. And by the way you look amazing." Mom slides next to me on the couch with a smile.

I wave her off and give her a fake smile. On the inside though I'm a mess. A big one. I look down at my outfit and slide my hand on the fabric. Mom told me to dress elegant and classy, yeah she said that. So, I decided to wear the only expensive one I had. A short, red, fitted dress with ruffled long sleeves. I don't like wearing tight fitting clothes that often, more like I don't like people staring at my boobs. They are very large, I just feel uncomfortable when they get unwanted attention.

I have my hair down, I always have my hair down. It makes me feel a little less exposed. I nibble on my lips as I look at my phone for the time. 6:55 pm, just five more minutes. Just breathe, it's gonna be okay. It won't be that bad. I clutch my phone harder as every minute passes. The sound of cars reach our ears as the last minute counts.

Wait! Cars? As in plural?

Dad comes out of his study wearing his best fitted shirt and pants. “Are you ready? I'll get him."

I nod at him as he goes to the front door. I hear footsteps coming downstairs and look at it as Jeremy hops down. “You look so pretty!"

I smile, genuinely for the first time this evening. “Thank you. Give me a good luck kiss."

I bend down and he pecks me on the cheek. I straighten up as I hear voices coming to the living room. I hear Rose coming back inside from the backyard.

At first my dad comes into view and then behind him I see my date. He easily towers over my dad, who himself is 6.2 ft. Brunette hair just like me, blue eyes, an almost square face. He looks muscular even from a far distance. He comes closer and his lips quirk up in a one sided smile. His blue eyes do not flatter as he stares at me. I swallow and fiddle with my sweaty hands trying to avoid his eyes.

Dad smiles and gestures to me, “This is our daughter. She is all yours for the night."

What is that supposed me? Just because I can't talk doesn't mean he can talk for me!

He looks at my dad and nods, “Sure. If I may?"

"Of course. Go ahead." Mom exclaims excitedly.

Here we go again.

He finally looks at me with a soft smile and holds out his palm for me."If I may?"

My lips twitch involuntarily and I place my hand in his. It feels good to know only my answer matters. We walk to the door and he opens it for me. I get out with him following me. My mouth opens wide when I see not one but three cars on the road. The middle one has one guy waiting outside whereas the other two has two guys each.

"Come on." He places his hand lightly on the small of my back and urges me to move forward.

We walk towards the middle one and the guy opens the door for us. Both of us get inside and the guy gets behind the wheel. The car ahead of us moves first and then ours. So much security for one guy, I can imagine how rich he is.

"You look gorgeous Celia." He says cutting the tension.

I look at him and smile. Fumbling with my phone I rush to open my notes to type out a thanks. ”I can understand sign language."

I look up at him in surprise. "I learned it after I got to know about you."

The smile from earlier returns on my face. “Thank you...?"

"Matthew Wright." He states with a smirk.

I nod and lick my lips, “Thank you, Matthew."

The rest of the car ride goes in silence. He keeps glancing at me once in a while with the smile in place. I don't dare look though. He is intimidating even though all he has been is welcoming. I just need some more time to get used to it.

Finally after some time the cars stop and the driver comes out to open our door. Matthew steps out and offers his hand to me. I get out of car with his help and face one of the most prestige hotels in the city. I gulp as I look at up at the building.

Thank God I have my most expensive dress on.

He leads me inside with one bodyguard following us. The receptionist greets him before he could say anything. She leads us to an elevator and pushes the button of the top floor. I nervously fiddle with the strap of my purse. I look at Matthew who is casually standing beside me with hand on my back. The elevator finally reaches the top and we step out after the receptionist.

I hold in a gasp at the sight of the terrace. It's beautifully decorated with lights and candles. It's a huge space but I only see one table with two seats. Matthew pulls out a chair for me and soon sits down on his own seat. The bodyguard stands outside the elevator.

She smiles and passes us the menu. “Your waiter would be here in a few. Enjoy your evening. Sir. Mam." with that she leaves.

We check out our menus and soon the waiter arrives. After ordering our food we talk about our lives. He tells me about his education, his business and a little about his family. We eat and keep our conversation going. I actually feel really good to be able to converse to a stranger this easily. He obviously cannot understand in the speed I sign but he is pretty good if I sign slowly. It's impressive that he did all that in one month.

After a very delicious dinner he takes me to another building. This one is no joke. I don't ever come to this area but I know how rich it is. The richest part of the city, we can totally say that. He takes me up to the top floor, again. This time all his three of his bodyguards accompany us.

The doors open and for the hundredth time today my mouth falls wide open. Matthew urges me to step out in the beautiful living room of the first penthouse I've ever seen. I know penthouse are luxurious, I've seen pictures. But seeing it in real life is totally different. How do I explain it? It's magnificent. It's something that a person like me can only dream to achieve.

"Do you like it?" Matthew asks with a smile on his face.

I give him a breathless chuckle, “This is amazing. Is it yours?"

He shakes his head and steps closer to me, “No, it is going to be ours once we get married. I haven't bought it yet, I wanted your approval."

My smile slips away as I register his words. “Marriage?"

He nods and places his hands on my arm, “Yes, I know what I want. I want you to be my wife. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. So innocent, so kind I can't help but fall in love with you the more I look at you. Please give me the pleasure to be your husband. Marry me."

I bite my lips, “I’m graduating next month."

He caresses my cheek with one of his hand, “We’ll get married after that. Right now, just say yes."

I take a deep breathe and nod, “Yes."

Wish I would've thought that through.