Fate's Whisper

Chapter4

I still very lost in the labyrinth of my mind as I wandered in my own reflection trying to apprehend everything that happened minutes ago so much so that, I completely overlooked Asher’s existence. Hence, his attempt to get my attention came as a shocked,

“Ms Amelia?” he called softly and I stunned, “what are you studying in the university?” he quested with his face aglow with a warm, gentle smile like what has happened does not concern him.

“Business management” I articulated but my voice was still a flat and even almost as dumb.

“Oh, that’s nice” he mutters, trying hard to sustain the conversation which I could only find it irritated and annoying. Despite his efforts to converse with me, I didn’t utter a word. The ride went back to it numb and silent state. In the meantime, Mr McCarleton was trying engage another subject of discussion which brushed off. Nevertheless, he managed to buy courage from God knows where he asked gently as though he as terrified of being devoured by a gigantic monster,

“Could it be possible for us to have dinner tomorrow to talk about our engagement?” he questioned.

“I don’t think so” I responded scowling at him because I did not see the reason why he seems so excited about the whole situation or “was he that desperate?” I wondered.

“Why are you afraid to give us a chance?” Asher lets out his eyes focused on the road. I looked at him with disgust and sigh out the words I know will piss him off.

“A chance?” I demanded like I was ready stripe him of his life. “You are not my type.” I had an inner dialogue. I turned my head to the car’s window as if I wanted to count the streets lights. He hushed up.

After some minutes of quietness, Asher pulled the car at the side of the road like he has been stroke with a brilliant, he then turned and fixed his gaze upon me and declared,

“Or could we pretentiously do this for our parent’s sake,” he stated.

“After being an asshole to me, no thank you,” I mouthed out. Asher thus focused back to the steering and continued driving quietly till we arrived at the gateway to my sanctuary. outside my hostel and he twists his body, signalling that he isn’t done with this conversation.

“Thank you for the ride” I mutter, reaching for the door. But the bastard has locked the car. With red rimmed eyes, I shoot daggers at him.

“Open the door, Asher, you can’t lock me in your car,” I screeched out fuming in anger.

With an amused expression on his face, he let out, “We are having this conversation right now, and unless you focus and let’s get to a conclusion, you wouldn’t be getting back to bed anytime soon,”

“Then God helped us when I break down this car,” I threaten him.

I have the urge to slap off the evident smirk on Asher’s face when I notice how determine he is to have this conversation with me.

“We can start faking this relationship from tomorrow, tonight I am already tired,”

Asher nodded, opened the door and came around to open the door for me.

“You can leave now, I will walk myself to the door,” I said, hoping that he believed me.

As expected, he chuckles, swirls his hand in mine and lead me towards my hostel door. Standing this close to one another, my breathe catches in my throat as I lift my head slightly to glare at him in the eyes. With our hands still touching, I feel my heart flutter.

“Get away from him, Lia, you both are going to kiss,” I yelled at myself mentally.

I felt disappointed when he brushes his lips on my cheek before taking a step back.

“I am sorry for being an asshole to you the other at the mall. I wouldn’t waste your time longer than expected, Goodnight.” he apologizes, takes a step backward and walks away.

I watch at Asher in bewilderment, unable to fathom a reply for him.

I entered my room and into bed and dozed off. I wake up to the insistent sound of my phone vibrating with a lot of messages from my mom and friends. I enter the bathroom, clean up and change, pack my books in my tote bag and head to the bus station as my car was still to be repaired.

After class, April hooked her hand around my elbow as she heads towards her car.

“How was your birthday?” she asks beaming at me.

“It was horrible my dad did it again. He stole money from his boss and now I am stuck with that bastard of a guy, as husband.”

“OMG! Who?” she inquires her face scrunching up.

“Asher McCarleton,” I blurt out furiously.

I explained everything to my best friend on the ride home and reaching at my hostel, she drops me. In my room while resting I hear my doorbell and I checked it to see a dispatcher with a wrapped package in his hand. I was asked to sign and he left after handing me the package. I opened the gift and there is a note attached to the parcel.

FOR MY BEAUTIFUL DATE, WEAR THE DRESS, I WILL PICK YOU UP AT SEVEN P.M.

I glare at the black sexy strapless dress and my heart skips a beat with shock. At exactly seven p.m. there is a knock on my door and I feel butterflies flutter in my stomach as I stride to open the door.

Standing nervously in front of Amelia’s room, I wonder if she got my package and if she likes it or not. Will she wear the dress?

Crazy thoughts are slipping through my mind when the door swings open and Amelia stands before me. My jaws slack open as I glare at her in astonishment.

“Wow! You look beautiful,” I murmur.

“Thank you,” she replies softly, her eyes glistening.

“I have booked a reservation at Brighton Restaurant and if we leave now, we can get there on time.” I let her know and she smiles, slipping her hand around my elbow as I lead the way to my car.

Dinner is delicious, we eat in companionable silence and while we are having dessert, I start the conversation I know we both are avoiding.

“We can have a contract fake relationship for a year and go our separate ways later,” I say staring at her as she digs into her chocolate mousse cake.

Amelia does not say anything and keeps chewing on the piece of cake she has in her mouth. I stare at her in awe as she has mousse on the side of her mouth. Clumsy.

“One year is too long we can have a six month contract,” she mouths out staring straight into my eyes.

“Why six month” I question leaning in with a napkin to wipe off the mousse from her face. I notice how her face grow hot with embarrassment.

“Thank you, I am sometimes clumsy when I am having my favorite dessert,” she stutters.

“Don’t forget your father’s debt so let’s make it one year, six months will not be convincing and you need clear your father’s debt or you don’t love him” I prompt her to accept my terms.

“Why should I agree to your terms? You haven’t even listened to what I have to offer yet,”

“And what is it that you want, Amelia Cameron,” I question, pinning her down with my gaze.

Amelia pushes her plate away from her indicating she is done eating, leans towards the table and mutter,

“An exclusive relationship with you,” she states.

Standing, I round the dinner table, pull Amelia to her feet, touch her face with my hand, I lower my head and plaster my lips on her.

“Deal?” I inquire.

“Deal!” she responds and I seal the deal with another kiss, loving how sweet she tastes, and how soft she feels around me.