Billionaire's Forced Love

chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Hello, Kara. Are you in this trail room?” Amelia asked again.

“Answer her,” Jasper gritted through his teeth.

“Answer her what? That I’m in this trail room with my soon-to-be husband,” she shot back angrily.

“Sounds legit to me,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“I would never say that,” she narrowed her eyes at him, and struggled a bit to free herself from his grip.

There was a knock on the door again. Only then Jasper did let her go.

“Amelia, I’m in here. I’ll be out in five minutes. Just trying my dress on.”

“And…are you okay in there? I had been calling non-stop, and you didn’t answer soon?” Kara scrunched her nose¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ on the suspicion in her sister’s voice– Amelia was trying to be an investigator thanks to their binge show marathons on various crime and mysteries shows during their sister bonding time.

“I’m fine honey. Ahmmm…the zipper got stuck. I’ll be out soon after changing.” She placed a secure hand on the neck of her dress since she was aware that she was not alone in the dressing room.

“Do you need any help? I can come in.”

Kara sucked in breath, and looked towards Jasper who apparently had a smartass grin on his handsome face; his eyes held mischief.

“No!” she shouted in panicked and mortified voice. “No, Am…it’s fine. I’m changing, anyway. You can go and check your dress.”

“No seriously Kara, I can help you with zipper.”

“Amelia Rose Smith, I told you that I’m fine, and I don’t need help. Why are you being so stubborn?” She said irritated.

“Okay fine, no need to be pissed, big sissy. I was trying to be a helpful and caring sister. It seems you don’t need one. I’ll be near the counter.” Amelia sounded dejected, hurt and pissed.

Kara winced at her tone before hiding her face in her hands. She groaned out loud. This was not her, she was never like this before. She was caring and selfless girl who thought about others, put her loved ones’ needs before her. This was all pregnancy hormones. She has to apologize to her sister.

Meanwhile, Jasper stood leaning against the door–in case Amelia or any other person decided to barge in this trail room. Although room was locked, he was being just extra careful.

“That was harsh!” he scolded her.

Kara stood there with sadness in her eyes, and it tugged at Jasper’s heart. The more he was in her company, the more he was intrigued by her.

“I know, I’m a b***h. Someone used to tell me.” She said in soft and broken voice as if she was remembering the times when she was being called b***h. Kara sucked in breath and looked away. Her brain was out of control and bitter memories were coming back. Unshed tears glistened in Kara’s eyes. She dabbed the corners of her eyes to stop the moisture from pooling down on her cheeks. Also, she knew Jasper would demand answers, and she was not ready to share the secrets that could ruin her and her both families–her and Jasper’s.

Jasper balled his fists. He sensed a mental abuse–which was done to her–in her words, and this was the discovery he was not ready to expect. He knew something was off with his fiancée; however, victim of any form of abuse was never in the options.

Being a lawyer, he heated mysteries, and this beautiful mystery standing in front of him in bridal gown seemed the most intriguing to him. He wanted to uncover every secret, fear, wish and dream of hers. And may be somewhere deep down in his heart, he also wanted to have her under him, in his bed–moaning and screaming his name.

He shook his head at the image of her lying naked in his bed. This was pure distraction, and didn’t want any. His life was already too much occupied, he couldn’t afford spending time thinking about him and her having s*x.

Jasper inhaled deeply and looked straight behind her–in the mirror. There he saw a flash of something which had his mind reeling. The fact that he used to be in the U.S. Military for 5 years had given him the insights of abuse; both physical and mental.

He stepped closer to her, and she startled with his sudden movement. Kara clutched her dress tingly before backing away from him. Jasper put his one hand on her waist, and his other hand went to slide the dress away from her lower back to side.

Kara’s mind started to panic as he was extremely close to uncover something dark which she was not ready to share yet. She had to act fast or she’d to answer his questions; the answers which were full of shame and regret.

She backed away further and her back hit the mirror. Jasper also came closer, but before he could push the fabric away she clutched his wrist tightly and pushed it away.

“What are you doing? You don’t have any right to touch me in anyway. And don’t ever come into my personal space,” she glared at him with little shaky voice. “And now get out of here. I need to change.”

By now her breaths were ragged, and face little flushed with embarrassment. Last thing she wanted was for Jasper to come closer to her past.

Jasper didn’t move; he kept looking at her with narrowed eyes and his lips pursed in thin line. Pure anger radiated from his frame, and it was not directed on her but her abuser. He knew people can be cruel but witnessing cruelty in real was never easy for him. Although he had built walls around him over the years but seeing Kara in fragile and vulnerable state was doing something to him.

“Please leave,” she said in barely audible voice.

Jasper stepped back still looking at her. He didn’t want to leave her, but her tear glistening eyes were pleading to him. With heavy heart, he turned around and went out of the changing room.

Door shut behind him, and tears started to run down on her face. She slid down on the floor. Silent sobs shook her body. She wanted to cry loudly; however it was not a great choice now.

She place her hand on her stomach and smiled a sad smile briefly with teary eyes.

“I won’t let anybody harm you. Your mommy loves you, and she can’t wait to meet you”.

She stood up and wiped her tears. After composing herself she got out of the dress and quickly changed into her old clothes.

Luckily during whole this time nobody disturbed her. She took fairly 20-30 minutes in this dressing room–including when Jasper was here.

Taking that dress with her she went out to the counter. Amelia and jasper were there talking and laughing. Amelia hit Jasper on his biceps when he said something to her, but didn’t stop talking, and Amelia was getting both giddy and frustrated with him. She again went to punch him, but he ducked away, and held her hands. He genuinely laughed with her. When he was sure she’d hit him, only then he let her go. Then Amelia hugged him, and he stiffened for a second then circled his arms around her like a big brother.

Few memories assaulted her. William never did this with Amelia, and even Amelia didn’t spend so much time with him. She was usually busy doing her homework when William would come to their home. And her traitorous mind flashed one of the last brutal memories of her, William and Amelia’s. She inhaled deeply. It was not the time to go to that memory lane. She was tired and wanted to go home and have some food.

But before that she had to apologise to her baby sister. Probably sensing her eyes on them, they both turned to look at her.

Amelia’s smile fell and seeing this Kara’s heart bled. She bit her lip to stop the tears. She couldn’t see her Am like this.

She went closer and opened her mouth to apologise, but before she could do so a salesperson came to her and asked about the dress she was holding; whether she was going to buy or not.

“It didn’t fit me, sorry to waste your time. I’ll come some another time,” she said in low voice and handed the dress to the salesperson.

When she joined Amelia and Jasper, Amelia spoke before her, “Jasper, can we go now? I’m tired of this shopping. Please.”

“Of course, let’s go.”

They went out of the boutique to the parking lot.

“And please drop me at my home,” she asked.

“What? Amelia we came in our car.” Kara reminded her sister.

“And of course. Drop her as well, she is in no condition to drive.”

“Hello, I’m not drunk. I can drive Am.”

“Don’t Am me. Besides, you are tired, this shopping really went long.”

“Amel…”

“It’s ok Kara, I’ll drop you off. I came with Roger,” Jasper spoke to end this banter.

He didn’t want to witness them fighting when he completely knew that Kara was feeling guilty.

They reached to their respective cars and they were parked closer to each other’s. Jasper instructed his chauffer –Roger– to take Kara’s car to her home and wait for him there.

Then he walked both the girls to his car.

And Kara looked at her sister but Amelia opened the door and sat in the car. Kara sighed and her shoulders sagged.

She had a long night ahead.