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Cora crying didn’t sit right with me. We could have taken her.
My stomach grumbled. I hadn’t had breakfast. Is that why I feel his eyes on me?
What would my parents think of this ditch I had dug up myself and got into?
I hoped Adam was in a deeper ditch than me.
I let my hands run on the leather centrepiece between me and Antonio. I should enjoy this ride more. Other than being in taxis, this was the first time I was in a chauffeur-driven car.
His eyes are on me again. Maybe he is regretting this bloody win-win idea of his.
What time is it in England now? My mind was too tired to calculate.
I miss my friends from home. If only they could see me now. I shouldn’t have blocked them off.
I should stop fidgeting. That’s probably why he’s still looking at me.
Did I wear both my earrings? I fingered my ears. For a moment, I was unsure.
What colour is my underwear? Thank god there had been a clean pair. I furrowed my eyebrows. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember.
Did I get my makeup all wrong?
“What?” I snapped, looking at him.
He was leaning against the door, his body shifted sideways to inspect me under his microscopic lens.
He shrugged his shoulders, not giving an answer to my question. “I have asked Rosa to move your things to my room.”
“That’s unnecessary because I will just move them out again.” No way was I going to sleep with him.
Even if I dreamt of it.
“This was not the agreement …”
“No.” I held up my hands. “This was the agreement. No sex.”
But it would be delightful.
I didn’t give heed to the devil on my shoulder.
The car had come to a halt.
“I’m giving you the marriage you wanted. I think that’s enough of me. There’s nothing more left to give.” I stepped out. Not bothering to wait for him or his men in black, I sped up the few stairs to city hall as fast as my tight pencil dress allowed me to.
Just like that. We were married. At eleven a.m. on a Tuesday. In city hall without batting an eyelid. While most people were hard at work, I arrived in a big, fat car and married Mr Hot Shot. All in a morning’s work.
The traffic zooming past the windows brought no solace to my jaw being held tight with unshed tears. I just needed to get back home. Or rather, to my place of employment.
What my parents had created. That was home. Their relationship. That had been a marriage. I had just sold my soul as a form of employment. Popped into city hall for a few minutes and got hold of a piece of paper.
Ever since I lost my parents, everything I did, I had wondered what they would have thought and said. For the first time, I really didn’t want to know.
I jerked my head to him when he took my hand in his. His eyes looked deeply into mine.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
You got the paper, but not my soul. I wanted to yell in his face.
