get?
"Adrian, we have to go. Come by the house tomorrow if you want," said Darius.
"I'll be there, couz. Later, my lady," said Adrian, giving me a mock bow and winking.
I waved a hand muttering ‘whatever’ as Darius dragged me away.
The limo ride back home was just as quiet as the one before. Margaret greeted us as soon as we got home.
"Thank god you got my message. I was afraid you hadn't," she said. Darius shrugged out of his coat and handed it to her, unbuttoning his sleeves.
"Of course I did, Marge," he said.
My heart dipped. So we actually had a reason to leave and here I thought he was a little jealous, or at least acting in public, of me dancing with Adrian. I nearly scoffed. Why the heck would he?
"Why? What happened?" I asked, looking between them. Darius loosened his black tie that had made his eyes even darker than usual and headed up the stairs. Gee, thanks for the answer.
"Oh, it's nothing big. I think it is quite lovely, dearie. It might give you some time to bond," she said with a small wince.
"What will?"
"A whole week. Think of it, how much fun it would be, dearie. Did you eat anything, or would you like me to serve something up for you?" she asked, leading me to the kitchen. Oh god yes, I was starving!
"Ma, what are you talking about?" I asked as she handed me a piece of garlic and cheese bread. The bread was delicious, soft and buttery with a hint of spinach in there.
"Oh, nothing. Your parents and Darius's have given you the week off," she said smiling. I chewed softly and swallowed my bread before clearing my throat.
"What do you mean? Week off what?” I asked. Margaret busied herself with cleaning the crumbs off the table then placed them in the bin.
"It's exciting! You and Darius will go to the cottage house to spend the week there! There is plenty of stuff to do on the other side of the town and you both will finally get to know each other!" she said, clapping her hands.
I choked on my bread and stared at her. We are what?
Were our parents crazy? There wouldn't be any 'bonding' going on. We aren't bloody atoms or molecules!
"That's a horrible idea," I said, putting down the bread and suddenly losing my appetite.
"Oh, dearie, you won't know till you try it," said Marge, cleaning up and leaving the room.
"Oh, and you're leaving tomorrow. I have packed some of your bags. Take your normal clothes," she said, smiling. "Enjoy this moment out of the house, dearie. I know how you feel in here," she said.
I sighed and walked upstairs. The only plus point was that I could be me, in my clothes, in my hairstyle, as I like. So what if Darius won't talk. I'll just spend the week with myself!
Oh, that got it going. A whole week to celebrate by myself.
This may actually be fun.
Chapter Seven
6 Months Ago
I stared at the envelope my parents had left in front of my door after I had refused to come out.
Photos, it said on the front of it. I scoffed as I picked it up and then locked myself in again.
Yes, I was being childish, but sometimes that's the only thing that would work!
I sat on my bed twisting the envelope in my hand. So inside was apparently my future husband’s photos. Now, do I really want to see an old balding man with three gold teeth?
NO.
That was for sure. I wanted to see his photo as much as I wanted to marry him, which was 189% no because 100% was just too mainstream. I looked at the burning fireplace in my room and then smirked.
They wanted me to play by their rules, hell no.
Walking over, I knelt down beside the fire and smiled. Without a second thought, I dropped the envelope inside, watching the fire claim it.
Goodbye, Mister Hubby. You'll burn just like that if you enter my life.
Present Time
Arriving here, it was definitely not what I expected. It wasn't a small
"Adrian, we have to go. Come by the house tomorrow if you want," said Darius.
"I'll be there, couz. Later, my lady," said Adrian, giving me a mock bow and winking.
I waved a hand muttering ‘whatever’ as Darius dragged me away.
The limo ride back home was just as quiet as the one before. Margaret greeted us as soon as we got home.
"Thank god you got my message. I was afraid you hadn't," she said. Darius shrugged out of his coat and handed it to her, unbuttoning his sleeves.
"Of course I did, Marge," he said.
My heart dipped. So we actually had a reason to leave and here I thought he was a little jealous, or at least acting in public, of me dancing with Adrian. I nearly scoffed. Why the heck would he?
"Why? What happened?" I asked, looking between them. Darius loosened his black tie that had made his eyes even darker than usual and headed up the stairs. Gee, thanks for the answer.
"Oh, it's nothing big. I think it is quite lovely, dearie. It might give you some time to bond," she said with a small wince.
"What will?"
"A whole week. Think of it, how much fun it would be, dearie. Did you eat anything, or would you like me to serve something up for you?" she asked, leading me to the kitchen. Oh god yes, I was starving!
"Ma, what are you talking about?" I asked as she handed me a piece of garlic and cheese bread. The bread was delicious, soft and buttery with a hint of spinach in there.
"Oh, nothing. Your parents and Darius's have given you the week off," she said smiling. I chewed softly and swallowed my bread before clearing my throat.
"What do you mean? Week off what?” I asked. Margaret busied herself with cleaning the crumbs off the table then placed them in the bin.
"It's exciting! You and Darius will go to the cottage house to spend the week there! There is plenty of stuff to do on the other side of the town and you both will finally get to know each other!" she said, clapping her hands.
I choked on my bread and stared at her. We are what?
Were our parents crazy? There wouldn't be any 'bonding' going on. We aren't bloody atoms or molecules!
"That's a horrible idea," I said, putting down the bread and suddenly losing my appetite.
"Oh, dearie, you won't know till you try it," said Marge, cleaning up and leaving the room.
"Oh, and you're leaving tomorrow. I have packed some of your bags. Take your normal clothes," she said, smiling. "Enjoy this moment out of the house, dearie. I know how you feel in here," she said.
I sighed and walked upstairs. The only plus point was that I could be me, in my clothes, in my hairstyle, as I like. So what if Darius won't talk. I'll just spend the week with myself!
Oh, that got it going. A whole week to celebrate by myself.
This may actually be fun.
Chapter Seven
6 Months Ago
I stared at the envelope my parents had left in front of my door after I had refused to come out.
Photos, it said on the front of it. I scoffed as I picked it up and then locked myself in again.
Yes, I was being childish, but sometimes that's the only thing that would work!
I sat on my bed twisting the envelope in my hand. So inside was apparently my future husband’s photos. Now, do I really want to see an old balding man with three gold teeth?
NO.
That was for sure. I wanted to see his photo as much as I wanted to marry him, which was 189% no because 100% was just too mainstream. I looked at the burning fireplace in my room and then smirked.
They wanted me to play by their rules, hell no.
Walking over, I knelt down beside the fire and smiled. Without a second thought, I dropped the envelope inside, watching the fire claim it.
Goodbye, Mister Hubby. You'll burn just like that if you enter my life.
Present Time
Arriving here, it was definitely not what I expected. It wasn't a small
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