Chapter Six

ELENA

I had taken a damn cab to this place!

I hissed as I picked up the file and my purse and started to make my way out of the restaurant, feeling a annoyed as hell.

Jason had suddenly switched up on me like I was part of his problem.

Well, I was, in a way..

But still..

I didn't like the fact that he had just left like that, catching me off guard. He even sounded pissed at me. 

What was my sin now?

If only I had kept my mouth shut.

One minute, we were talking about celibacy, and the next minute, he was running out of the room like his pants were on fire.

"Damn you, Paul." I hissed under my breath. 

If not for the situation my boss out me in, I was sure I would be on my bed, laying down comfortably and not having to worry about something as ridiculous as this.

I stood at the entrance and looked at my phone, checking the time. 11.04pm. shit! It was really late.

I placed the phone back in my purse, ready to wave down a can I saw making its way towards me, when a car just drove and stopped in front of me, blocking my path.

I frowned and took a step back, staring at the car suspiciously. Whoever it was, I was about to give him a piece of my mind, when the passenger door next to my opened, and the head of none other than Jason, peaked out from the driver's side. "Get in!" He commanded, not looking at me directly.

Huh?

"What the_" I was about to curse either way, but was interrupted by Jaden raising a hand to stop me.

"Left to me, I would have been long gone from here, but I can't just leave my future wife now on the street, can I? It would be unbecoming of me." He said, and winked, making me gasp in shock.

His voice sounded like he would actually rather not be with me, but his wink, that took me off.

And what did he just call me?

"You seem to forget that I haven't actually signed the documents, and still have the right to rake those properties for myself and kick you to the curbs right?" I warned, halfheartedly.

For a few nano seconds, Jason's head disappeared from view, and the next thing I saw, was a very pissed of Jason, alighting from the car and coming around to the passenger's side to stand next to me, whilst holding the door.

"Can you please just get in!" This time, when he spoke, his voice was low, and still managed to vibrate through me.

I winced, knowing I may just have pissed him off, and bowed my head, getting into the passenger's side.

Jason went to the driver's side, and got in. Without saying a word, he started the car, and drove in the direction of my house.

It was about one minute into the journey, that I realized that he hadn't asked for my address, but had turned his car around, in the direction that would lead to my apartment.

One look at the handsome man sitting beside me, told me that there was no need to say anything to him, since he looked like he was going to strangle me at any minute.

My eyes flickered to the gps, and I narrowed my eyes as I saw the direction we were going.

Hah!

Even if the file weighed heavily in my hands, other questions tormented me.

Questions like...why did the car now seem so small with just the two of us inside?

Why did the light scent of his cologne tease my senses so much that I was beginning to imagine myself burying my face in his neck...?

And why the hell, did sharing a car ride now seem so... intimate?

JASON

I was aware of her the whole time.

I was aware of the woman sitting next to me, the whole time I pretended to be angry and just drive her to her destination.

I wasn't actually pretending to be angry, because I was, but I was pretending to be too angry to speak to her, when all I wanted most in the world was to hear that soft voice of hers, even if we were arguing.

And where these thoughts were coming from, was new to me.

But all I knew was, I couldn't stop it.

From my peripheral view, I could see her look out the window, the movement causing her neck to be in full view.

I turned to look at her briefly, and swallowed.

The skin, even in the dim lighting of my car, was so smooth and shiny, and I for the life of me, I wondered how it would feel under my hands, and my lips..damn.

I wondered what it would feel like to bury my face in the crook of her neck..

Get yourself together, Jason!

I scolded, tearing my eyes away from her and returning my focus to the sparsely occupied road.

It was well almost 11:40 now, and the road was as lonely as ever.

It was part of the reasons why I had offered to take her home, even when I had seen the cab pulling up in her direction.

That, and because I wanted to have her in my car, and no one else's.

Why? I didn't know.

"The contract..." I started, desperate to end the silence in the car. "The contract states that we should be married and living with each other a week from now." I managed, even if the words tasted like sand in my mouth.

My father was crazy. So fucking crazy, and he was making me crazy too with all of this!

Elena turned to me, then made a low sound in her throat. "I uhhh...I read that. And I wonder how we would manage that." She answered. I saw her shrug lightly.

That voice.

"The issue is, how can we make people believe that we have been in a relationship long enough to get married in just a week. We have no evidence. It would look suspicious as hell." And that was the least of it all.

At that point, I rolled the car slowly, to a stop in front of her apartment block.

The building looked even more modest than it had been in the picture.

I wondered why my father would let his mistress stay in such a place as simple as this, when he could bery well afford to give her the best.

Elena sighed, drawing my attention back to her. "Well, we should sleep on it. I guess we could figure it out then." She answered, and looked out of the car, towards the house. "This is quite a lot to handle in just one day."

And she was right.

I pressed the button to unlock the door, and watched as she left the car, and turned to wave at me, before going inside.

I didn't wave back, just say there, making g sure she was inside, before I drove off.

For the hundredth time, I asked myself....why?

What the hell was he thinking?