THE BILLIONAIRE EX-CONVICT BRIDE

CHAPTER 07: STUBBORN MAN

Allison's POV

His house, I thought to myself, pondering on whether we were moving too fast. His phone began buzzing, and I could tell who he was talking to from the conversation that ensued.

"Good evening, Mom," he said as he pressed the phone to his ears.

"I'm coming home right now, you don't need to worry about me. The streets should be scared of me, not the other way around."

There was slight laughter, his typical chuckle that had me almost nose bleeding for him. I bit my lower lip, realized that I was biting my lower lip, and then stopped doing it. I felt like a woman without manners.

"Oh, I did not forget about that. I have a wife right here in my car. I am bringing her to you, Mom. You know I can't disappoint you..."

"What do you mean I am joking? Mom, when was the last time I made jokes? Don't you know your son anymore?"

Then came more laughter.

His friend, the one he was in the front seat, made a signal.

"I will talk to you later, Mom," he said, eyes watching his friend.

"Thanks for taking me on a ride; I think I will be alighting here," his friend said.

"Oh really, Jack? Don't you think this is too abrupt?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the windscreen.

"No. You know my house is close by. And I have a driver I can call to come pick me up."

Something told me Jack, which I had just learned was his friend's name, wanted to give us some space. I felt a chill run down my spine at the thought of being left alone with Dylan.

"Alright, Jack. Whatever you say." Dylan stopped the car, and Jack went down, giving a little wave at him from outside of the car. Dylan nodded and continued.

It was just the both of us now. I became uneasy. My head was filled with a thousand ludicrous thoughts that I could not filter out of it.

"So was that your mother?" I asked rather impulsively, and then regretting why I did so in the first place, and then in that same space of a few minutes, I regretted my regret.

"Yes, she is... Do you have any problem with it?" he said, nodding once again. It seemed that he really liked nodding his head.

"No, not really... I mean yes... Why did you tell her that you have found a wife? Do you usually go out wife hunting or it's just today."

"Believe me, I don't. Women are the farthest thing from my mind. It's just my mom. You know how these old people are. One day, they will leave, and so they want to leave you with someone who will care for you as much as they do."

"And don't you need care for yourself?" I asked, pressing more into the conversation. "You don't want a wife to care for you?"

"Well what am I, a baby?" he asked.

It was all moving too fast. I had to do something about it. My mind could not get over the fact that I got into an arranged marriage just right out of the blue, without knowing the person and what in particular I was getting into.

"I don't think I can do this anymore..." I breathed out my words abruptly once again; it seemed like a typical thing for me to do now.

"You can't do what?" He stopped the car, its tires screeching as it rolled on the concrete floor.

In that one second, my mind went over all the pros and cons of telling him that I did not want to get married to him any longer. He had already stopped the car, so I figured out that he would not be getting me a place to stay for the night, I would end up homeless, and I would not be getting money from him.

I heaved a sigh. "I... don't think it is a good time to see your mother now, so I don't think going to your house would be a good idea. I know women, and so I know how your mother would react to seeing some strange woman at her house."

"Why do you care?" he asked, his eyes peeking at me from the window. "She is the one who asked for this, and so I don't think she would bother."

Men, I thought, face-palming myself in my imagination. "Well, it's late."

"You did not know it was late, sleeping alone on the streets?"

"That is not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"God, are you stubborn!" I face-palmed myself physically. "I just think we should get this going tomorrow. It will be better that way, and your mom won't perceive me as some cheap slut. Don't you think that should be fair?"

He sighed. "So, where are you going to sleep this night?"

"You can book me a room at a hotel. I promise I will not run away. You don't even need to get me money. Maybe I would need food, but I promise you, I will not run away. I really promise you."

"You drive a hard bargain." He turned back and faced me, I assumed he was doing so to look me in the eye. "But okay, I hear you. I will let you go. And I will take you to a hotel owned by my friend. That way I know you really would not run away."

I was about to complain when a rectangular plastic material fell into my hands.

"There, that's a credit card with over five hundred thousand dollars worth of credit," he said. "You can get anything you want with it that is not higher than that amount."

I not only lost my voice at the time, but I also lost my thoughts. I could not speak, and I also had lost my ability to think.