BEING MRS BLACKWOOD
1169 Words
SELENA'S POV
My fingers tightened around my phone before I could change my mind. For a few seconds I just stared at the screen, my heart beating harder than it should, like I already knew this call would change everything.
Then I dialed his number.
The line rang once, twice. On the third ring, he picked up, almost like he'd been expecting it. Silence filled the line, heavy and cold, the same way he always was. He didn't say hello, didn't ask who it was, just waited, like he already knew I would speak first.
I swallowed. "I'm ready," I said.
Two words. Just two. But the moment they left my mouth, it felt like something inside my life shifted.
The line went dead. No reply, no confirmation, nothing. He just hung up.
I stared at the phone for a few seconds before letting out a slow breath. So that's it. No going back now.
I walked back into my apartment slowly, closing the door behind me and leaning against it for a moment. The place still smelled new, empty, unfamiliar. Boxes scattered around, bags half opened on the floor, nothing arranged. I had just paid for this place, and now I was leaving it. A bitter laugh escaped me as I dropped onto the couch.
Memories flooded in before I could stop them. Kelvin, the way I used to follow him everywhere like a lost puppy, the way I believed every word he said, the way I thought loving him meant sacrificing everything.
What a fool I was.
I covered my face with both hands and exhaled slowly.
One year. Just one year to change everything. One year to make them regret ever looking down on me. One year to become someone they won't even dare stand in front of.
And one day to become Mrs. Blackwood, even if only on paper. I didn't care what I was walking into. It couldn't be worse than what Kelvin did to me.
A loud car horn sounded outside, breaking my thoughts. I stood up and looked around the apartment one last time, still messy, still empty, and now a complete waste of money. I grabbed my bag and walked out.
Greg was leaning casually against the car. The moment he saw me, he smiled. "Hi, Miss Selena. Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"Hey, Greg," I muttered. I tried not to sound rude, but I wasn't in the mood for talking, and he seemed to sense it because he didn't ask anything else, just opened the door for me.
The road looked familiar this time. Same turns, same long stretch of quiet land, same silence between us. Neither of us spoke until the car finally stopped.
I stepped out and looked up at the house. It wasn't as huge as I'd expected, definitely a rest house, not his main residence but the design was beautiful. Clean lines, expensive finish, everything perfectly arranged like it belonged in a magazine.
I walked inside slowly, my eyes moving around the living room. Last time I hadn't noticed anything. Now the space felt different, too quiet, too neat. Too him.
"Are you done gawking?"
I turned quickly. He was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back like he owned the very air in the room. Shirt sleeves rolled slightly, his watch catching the light, expression calm and untouchable.
My eyes moved before I could stop them, his lips and the memory of that night flashed through my head so fast my breath caught. I shook it off immediately.
He noticed. Of course he did. That smug look settled on his face.
"Get yourself together and sign the damn contract," he said.
I picked up the file from the table and flipped to the last page, pen already in hand, when his voice came again. "Never knew someone with a high graduating score could be so daft. You didn't think of reading the contract first?"
My hand froze. I slammed the file shut and looked at him. "Will you stop being so demeaning?" I snapped.
His eyes lifted slowly, and the coldness in them made me take an involuntary step back.
"You clearly don't understand the value of time," he said. "Everything stays as I stated. No need to act like a couple, except in public. The only person you need to convince is my grandfather."
My mouth dropped open. "You didn't say anything about convincing your family. I thought this was supposed to be a secret."
"I wouldn't be in this situation if you hadn't stolen my semen and implanted it in yourself," he replied flatly. "I was planning to hire a surrogate. You got in the way."
For a second I just stared at him. Then I laughed. "Steal your semen? I didn't even know you existed! Your semen ruined my life, so stop acting like you're the victim. And why were you looking for a surrogate anyway.. is your d**k not manly enough?"
The words flew out before I could stop them, even knowing they were definitely not true.
His expression changed instantly. His eyes darkened as he stood up and took one step toward me, then another. My legs felt rooted to the floor. He stopped right in front of me, face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin, and my heart started hammering.
Did I go too far?
His fingers lifted and brushed my cheek lightly. "You mind how you speak to me," he said quietly, his voice calm, but the danger underneath it made my stomach twist.
Then he stepped back like nothing happened and sat down again, crossing his legs. "So, Miss Selena, you don't interfere in my personal life, and I don't care what you do with yours. No one must know about this contract. And don't even think of falling for me. The moment you do, the contract ends."
I let out a small laugh. "Who the hell would fall for a jerk like you," I muttered.
"What did you say?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing."
He held my gaze for a second, then glanced at his watch. "Sign it."
I glared at him one last time before picking up the pen. The moment the tip touched the paper, my chest tightened. *Great. I just signed my life away to a cold jerk.*
I handed the file back to him. He took it, stood up, and started toward the stairs, then stopped without turning around.
"Greg will take you to the house now. Make sure you do as told."
"So soon?" I frowned. "I haven't packed my things…"
"Not like you have anything valuable to pack," he cut in. "Your things are already prepared. Worthy of Mrs. Blackwood… on paper."
He walked upstairs without looking back. My fists tightened at my sides.
That jerk.
I let out a slow breath and shook my head. "Well… here we go, Selena," I muttered.
Welcome to being Mrs. Blackwood.
- Writer
