In love with my fathers bride

Chapter 1 Jessie’s Pov: I sat opposite Old Vance in his air-conditioned office, my heart drumming loudly in my ears. Slowly, awkwardly, I played with the hem of my skirt. “You are free to walk away from marriage if you don’t want to, but remember, you walk away from your job too, Miss Jessie” Old Vance’s voice echoed in the room. Looking up, I whispered,“ No sir, I’d do it, if I’d keep my job, I would”, almost on the verge of tears. Old Vance blew out a frustrated breath, took a sip of his coffee and said, “What’s wrong with you my Angel?” “Nothing”. I answered, obviously tired. “There’s something obviously wrong my angel, you’ve been playing with your skirt for over ten minutes” Old Vance pointed out, obviously annoyed. I didn’t even look at him, nor act as though I had heard him. To other people, he wouldn’t look as though he was threatening me with my job. In fact, tomorrow, I, Jesse Williams, was going to undergo a procedure. No normal person would call that a marriage. And I looked anything except happy about that fact. Old Vance didn't mind either. He'd happily marry a girl young enough to be his daughter. I've pondered the reason for weeks. What red-blooded man on the planet wouldn't anyway? Instead, he conformed to being happy during the press release announcing the wedding and setting up the venue without asking me what I'd actually want. I had been receiving so many threats and hate from my colleagues after the press release. My best friend at the office avoided me like a plague, and it was hard to deal with. Tomorrow will be a big day for both of us. After the initial plan of a low-key wedding, Old Vance unexpectedly wants a big wedding. Old Vance was so impatient for both of us to be together as husband and wife. He went ahead to move all my stuff to his place two weeks before now. With a pang of guilt, Old Vance leaned over and gently took my small hands into his larger one, “Princess, are you okay? You can talk to me my angel”. This caught my attention.I flinched at his sudden reaction but quickly maintained my composure. Everything feels so wrong. I wanted to scream. “I'm sorry” I whispered. Old Vance encouragingly rubbed his thumb across my hand as he held it, reveling in the way my soft skin felt under his own rough one. “Talk to me Jesse”. “I'm okay, sir” I replied ,more automatically, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. But my eyes couldn't lie to him. I was beyond bothered, everything was happening so fast. “Jesse, please, ” Old Vance pleaded softly. “I know there's something wrong. Talk to me and tell me. Are you having second thoughts? Scared? Regretful? Do you feel I'm forcing you? Please tell me.” I stuttered, color me shocked right now by his niceness towards me. Most of the time, he was silent, mean and distant towards me. On rare occasions he was civil, a brute of a male towards me. NEVER!Never was he NICE. “Sir, I'm okay, when I said yes to you,I meant it my whole heart, sir, I would never think of you as that, sir”.I could feel hot liquid flow from my eyes freely. “I sent your dress and jewelry to your place,I'd send my driver to get you some minutes to the wedding”he spoke gingerly. “Yes sir”. I replied “Clean your eyes my angel,you'd love it”he said. Nobody would think this raging old male would have tapped me on the back lovingly as I did my job.Impossible to believe I held him in high esteem and admired him as a father. I still remember the way he would throw his head and laugh good, naturally before he proposed to me.Now he'd laugh with spite and sarcasm. Why did he suddenly want to get married to me? “Jessie,” he prompted, pulling me from my thoughts again. “I'm honestly tired emotionally sir, everything is new to me sir,and I have never gotten this attention before sir,also I just need some alone time sir, if I can get the rest of the day off and spend sometime alone,since it'd be the last time I'd be single.”I answered honestly, licking my already dried lip. “I understand it's hard, Angel.But I'd protect and support you throughout the marriage. We need to communicate”.He murmured. “Yes sir” I said, standing up from my seat. One minute Old Vance would be angry, next cold, next soft…and now nice. Old Vance didn't do nice.He didn't do the whole flower and hearts romance. Who was I kidding? He's old. I laughed wryly. “You have the rest of the day off to prepare like you asked for”, knocking me out of my lingering thoughts. “Thank you so much sir”I said, I totally forgot I asked for that. “You'll be Mrs Vance in a few hours” he said, with a proud smile. His smile disgusted me, I wished I could wipe it off his face. “Yes sir” I murmured softly. “Don't try running away, angel,” he smirked. A small glint of anger in his eyes. He was like a rubber band, stretching to be nice and then snapping back into a cool cold boss that everyone knew and feared. A tear dropped my cheek, and I noticed his intense gaze on me deepened.His focus on me ran down to my cheek and then to the base of my throat. “As long as it’s for the good of the company, sir, I wouldn’t dare run, sir.” “Gooodddd” he nodded, his composure returned like the snap of rubber. “Can I go now?” “Call me when you get home Angel,” “Yes boss” “Goodnight my wife to be” he called back as I headed out of his office. I immediately hurried to my desk, picked up my handbag and hurriedly left the office. I needed to clear my head and prepare my mind as soon as possible.