The Prince's Indentured Bride

kiss in space

My phone pinged and I checked my w******p; there was a recording from Yash and a photo, both getting downloaded, RIP the network here. And, Yash should’ve made the effort to call me instead of messaging me when I am busy.

‘There was some weird parcel delivered with no name, addressed to you. It has too many things in it and even a strange white doll. And this message too, and also a memorial donation card of 1 million rupees to Free Children Foundation.’ Was he in a water tank or what? Why is his voice echoing so much! It’s better that he didn’t call, grateful.

Then the photo loaded; it was a frame of Daddy Dearest from one of the Hello magazines pictures–A star in the disguise of an angel, Richard Ashtrick.

Whoever had sent it knew what they were doing and it was so appreciable; everyone seemed to be missing my father’s presence but nobody didn’t go to the length of making me smile so sweetly and wrecking me emotionally; what more could I be thankful for; someone remembers my Daddy like me.

Death is a painful incident. Whoever thinks that the worse part about someone being dead is his absence in our daily lives, is absolutely in a fourth-dimension delusion. The shoddier and most cruel part is the dead is forgotten with time, with every passing day they evaporate from our timelines just like liquid mercury, and occasionally someone will say; yes, he was someone I was grateful for, even forgetting that it was St Richard not Mc Richard.

Who could be so generous I don’t know of to spend so much for remembering my father?

“Do you know how thankful I am of Gabriel?” That startled me as I was bought out from my sentimental bubble. Generally, Greymon Grandpa doesn’t talk much about his family, especially Gabriel, and maybe it was for my good, so there must be something he remembered that he suddenly mentioned Gabriel.

“I do not know.” I replied honestly; I don’t even know why I had liked him so much back then, when I think about it, I didn’t know a dot thing about his life.

“I met Tiffany thanks to him.” I could see the adoration on his face he had for his friendship with Grandmother. “How so? I was the reason you both met!” I protested; I took blind pride for that matter to be honest.

“He blackmailed me to go and settle in your office at that time to keep an eye on you.” He said and smiled sweetly, wrapping both his palms around each other, mixing white and blue dry paint.

“Whoa! Did he? I had my doubts but I thought I was being ridiculous?” I replied being surprised by Grandpa’s sudden confession on the behind story. It was a bit rough at that time; the guy who kept stalking me wouldn’t budge to leave me alone, so Gabriel had to take defence teaching classes for me. And the matter only came to settle when we won the case against him, and a restraining order for a very long time was sentenced on him, thanks to persistent Gabriel, again.

“Yes. He was so worried that you might still be in danger because of that stalking incident.”

So, he did care a lot about me. Isn’t that a form of liking and love? Then why did he reject me, because I was still nineteen?

Or, am I thinking too much again?

“I need to get back to Tiffany. She told me to bring water and here I am, watching my Grandson flirt with everyone.” I knew he was acting to complain but he was loving how Kriag was so happy doing whatever he was doing. I have never seen Kriag’s father, Rafael Uncle, show this much of adoration for his sons in comparison to how Grandpa supports the lads.

“Climb the steps carefully Grandpa.” I shouted after him as he left. Somehow my brain was still stuck at how darkly sweet Gabriel’s thoughts and actions were, which I didn’t understand in the past; was it because of the age gap?

Did Gabriel ever see me as a woman; not a girl who is rebellious, spoiled and desperate for his attention? Maybe never. Then he shouldn’t have given me the wrong signals that maybe, just maybe, that he had a liking for me. He cared for me, more than just a business partner. He obviously did! But was too adamant to accept it, for whatever reason it might come to be.

A parallel set of coos and whoa grabbed my attention back to the centrepiece of today; Kriag Modelling Mendel. The sudden magnetism of our eyes flushed my cheek red.

Heat rushed to my cheeks as my eyes made contact with his; it suddenly felt so hot and I felt flustered as my stare travelled to his V–line on the waist and then traced the lines of his six packs, slowly, back to his eyes: a sexy grin on his lips.

He is so attractive.

It felt like my body was on flames and all we did was just stare into each other: a bewitching kiss of space.

My brain unconsciously wondered how would it be to touch those lines on his body; burning hot, as he kept looking at me whilst changing into another enchanting sitting position.