Chapter 5
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She is livid. Her eyes flash in that moment. She wants to pick up her phone and type up a paragraph, to put him in his place. She picks up the phone and aggressively hits her fingers against the screen. She takes a deep breath, instead of hitting send, she erases the body of the message.
She types instead:
‘Nice to meet you too, Tryrion Rhodes. See you by tomorrow by seven pm. Scarlett Stone.’
I will put you in your place. I will take the backseat and watch while you are at it.’
She closes her eyes and goes back to bed.
It’s morning, the day she gets to meet her partner in arranged marriage. She scans her mind for a fitting outfit. She did not pack with dinner in mind, so she defintely has to go for a necessary run to the clothing store.
‘Can you please, come pick me up by noon?’ She texts Mr. Henry, their long-time family driver.
She takes a shower. She dresses up in a simple short flowery dress and leaves her hair in a messy bun. She hears a rumble, it’s from her stomach. It gnawed with emptiness as she had barely eaten the previous day.
She asks the Chef to make an English breakfast of bacon, sausages, poached eggs, baked beans, toasted bread and black coffee. She comes down to the dining table to eat, but only to lose her appetite. She forces herself to take a bite, out of courtesy. She resorts to an apple instead, dashing back into her room. She lies flat on the bed thinking and suddenly falls asleep.
She is woken up with a beep on her phone. It’s Mr Henry, he’s downstairs. She scurries downstairs and jumps on him excitedly.
‘Hello, Mr Henry, it's been ages.’
‘Hello Princess, you look so good’
‘Thank you! You are not bad yourself, she says smiling.
‘Where are we going?’
‘Uhmm. A nice place to get a dinner dress. Take me to the new rave in town please.’
‘As you wish.’
Mr Henry takes me to a nice store in the heart of the city.
‘I won’t be long,’ I say leaving the car
‘Take all the time you need, no pressure girl.’
I am welcomed warmly by the sales personnel. I run my eyes through their collection, scouting for the best outfit worthy of crystallizing a first impression. I want to look for a dress that grabs attention, a head-turner that will require a second look, and another, till the count is lost.
My eyes hit a red halter neck bodycon dress, with a low back and a large bow-tie extending from the back. I take it out and head to the changing room. It’s the perfect dress. A perfect fit as if it was customized especially for me. It accentuates my curves; flaunting my silhouette. I am gassed up.
I change out of it quickly and proceed to the shoe section. I keep it simple, a black ankle strap sandal heels does it for me. I picked a small black matching purse. I pay and leave the shop.
‘I hope I did not take too long?’ I ask Mr Henry
‘Not at all. That was fast. Are you sure you got what you wanted?’
‘I did. I am excited. I can’t wait to wear it.’ I say almost jumping out of the car
‘Where’s the next stop?’
‘Uhmm, it was supposed to be home. But getting the perfect dress puts me in a rather giddy mood. I am going all out. Take me to a saloon, I want to get my hair, lashes and nails done.’
‘Alright Princess.’
I feed my eyes with the view of the city. It’s bustling as ever.
‘We are here.’
‘You don’t have to wait for me. I will text you when I am almost done.’
I spent the next four hours in the saloon. I am fortunate I could get a walk-in appointment without a prior reservation. My red hair is styled into loose curls. My nails are polished red as well to match my dress.
I look at the time. Shoot! It's five pm.
I text Mr Henry. ‘Can you come get me now, please?’
‘I am here, I never left’
‘Oh my God! I told you not to wait. Thank you!’
‘You are welcome.’
I ran straight to the shower as I got home, dropping my bags hurriedly on the bed. As the cold water touches my body, my angst rises steadily. I am suddenly reminded of the obnoxious message I received from Tryrion.
‘Calm down. Observe him closely today’ I assuage myself.
I leave the shower and get into a dressing robe. I sit down and get started on my make-up.
I make sure to leave my eyeshadow, contour, highlights and blush as light as possible. My lips are star; I paint them a bright shade of red. They are totally kissable, I know. I wasn’t trying to get that effect, but I just got carried away on the side of effort.
I get into my dress and damn, I look too good to be true, save for the fact it is indeed true.
I hear a knock on the door.
‘You can come in, I respond withiut asking for who is there.’
‘Good- gracious, you look good’ he says, almost tearing up.
‘Thank you Papa bear’ I say, my cheeks blushing red and my eyes half closed.
I sit in the bed to wear my shoes, and Papa bear reaches out to help me with them.
He is my idea of a perfect gentleman.
My phone beeps,
‘Get ready. I am twenty minutes away from you. I don’t want to be kept waiting later than a second’
My countenance changes instantly.
‘Are you sure about this Scarlett? I ask myself.
Papa bear and I sat in silence. I let my thoughts stray. Papa bear nudges me back to reality and I startle, shrinking.
‘Have a good time baby. Remember you can opt out if you are not comfortable with anything today.’
In that instant, my phone beeps;
‘I am downstairs. Hurry up’
I strut down the stairs. I open the door. I was expecting him to be stationed outside the car to welcome me, even if not with a bouquet of flowers, but by way of a warm gesture. But to my dismay, I did not see him, talk more of flowers.
‘Snap out of it, Disney Princess. This is your cue to lower your expectations for tonight.’
I say bracing myself for the mystery the night was going to be. My phone beeps again;
‘Get into the car. What are you waiting for? You are wasting my time’
I open the door facing me and I find him sitting there. He signals me to turn around.
‘Really?’ my eyebrows furrow in displeasure
‘What will you have me do? Adjust? I can’t have my tuxedo creased’ he says shrugging.
I am furious. I stumble, nearly missing my steps.
‘Welcome ma’am,’ Caleb greets me.
‘Thank you,’
I can feel his eyes on me.
‘Good evening, Tyrion’ I say with scorn in my voice.
‘Evening’ he responds.
We spend the rest of the drive in silence. We arrived at the restaurant, a fine dining along the beach. He doesn't pretend to be a gentleman, strutting majestically in front of me.
He is a fine man, quite the catch, I must confess. His 6 '4 height is a trifle intimidating but I love it. His hair is laid back in a bun. His chest is muscular and a tattoo is obvious from the open shirt. His body is toned perfectly; like he was sculpted by the greek gods themselves. His smells like a rich blend of leather, wood and oud and I am sold. I instantly feel a wave of electric currents run through my lower body. He is not the fat boy I remember from years ago, and I am relieved.
‘Why so arrogant?’ i scoff
I walk faster and meet up with him and ask him, ‘Why did you leave me behind?’
‘Why did you catch-up?’ he says sarcastically
I walk ahead of him, getting fed up with his insolence.
She struts majestically in front of me. I was surprised when I saw her in the car.
‘What a beaut? Maybe this can work.’ But I consciously remind myself of my plan and get in a focused mood. I can't focus for so long, as she is distracting. Her face card leaves me wanting to stare forever, and there is something about her hazel eyes. Her red lips are totally kissable, I can’t risk staring for too long. I keep losing focus.
Her body is a perfect figure eight. The way the dress flaunts her curves, damn, my perfect spec. That fat ass, flat tummy, thick thighs; I am losing control.
‘What am I going to do?’ I can feel a b***r pressing hard against my tight pants.
I can smell notes of vanilla and strawberry. She is totally edible and I want to eat all of her.
The gods be kind.
‘Phew, this will be an interesting evening.’
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