Chapter Five

I was in class and I just could not concentrate. My eyes were looking straight at my professor, but my brain was not registering at all. All o could think about was how the Conversation with Alex ended last night without him giving me any explanation at all.

I kept replaying the scene in my head to see if I could find any clues that might help answer my questions.

The scene started with me asking him why he married me. He didn't respond so I repeated the question louder the second time around. "Why did you marry me?" I asked half curious and half concerned.

His friendly open face slowly closed off and all I got was "it's late you should go to bed, we will talk about this later"

I didn't know why I didn't fight back. I could have argued that it wasn't that late or that I deserved to know or accused him of avoiding the question or any number of excuses just to rile him enough to get him to answer.

However, something stopped me. Maybe it was the look in his eyes or the tone of his voice that forced my mouth shut from saying anything further.

It was only nine pm when I got back to my room and tried to continue to work on my research. The keyword was tried because my mind was bombarded with questions.

Why was he trying to avoid answering just one simple question.? How hard was it to tell me why he married me? I mean it was obvious why I married him and we both knew it, so why did he marry me?

What was in it for him? That would be the next question that would follow the first if he ever decided to answer.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sounds of students getting up and leaving. The class was over and the only thing I wrote down in my notebook was cell biology. I sighed depressingly as I put my stuff back into my school bag.

I walked over to the library planning on going over the PowerPoint slides my professor just presented and taking my notes when my phone vibrated. I saw a text message from the playboy. My Tummy did a flip flop and I smiled to myself. I pulled up the message and it said have lunch with me

I frowned at those four words. I got him to text but now I had to teach him how to text with a little bit more manners. That was a demand and not a friendly question.

I texted back not today busy with class

He replied you only had one class today, and it's over already

Shocked I asked how did you know?

I investigated you, he wrote as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

How was it that this man could push my buttons with only a few words? I got mad and didn't bother to reply.

I put my phone away and continued to walk toward the library. What right did he have to investigate me? I puffed my cheeks out of irritation.

My phone started ringing and I automatically picked up without looking who was calling me

"Have lunch with me" he repeated like a monotone broken record

"No,  I said defiantly

"Why"

"Because I don't want to" I sounded like a whiny brat

"You don't want to have lunch with your handsome husband?" I pictured him smirking with a naughty glint in his eyes. 

"I don't want to have lunch with someone who investigated me if you wanted to know something about me, you should have just asked" 

"I had to since I was in a hurry to sign the marriage contract and there was just no time in getting to know you," he said calmly and so easily like it was the most logical thing to do. 

I tried to rationalize what he just said before I could make out what he meant about being in a hurry to sign the contract. "Have lunch with me, I have something to tell you" and he hung up. 

This guy needed to learn some phone etiquette. He acted like he was in a hurry but I bet he was just pretending. My phone vibrated again and I opened the text message to bring your schoolwork with you and be at smith tower by noon, don't be late.

Such an annoying demanding person. I exhaled loudndnddly looked at my watch it was only ten. I decided to go smith towers right now because part of me was excited to see him. I hadn't seen him this morning. Maybe he will give me an answer today. I mean whatever he wanted to tell me better be good.

The same tower was a thirty-minute drive away from school. It was a big building between fifty to sixty floors. It took me a while to find a parking space in the underground parking lot because I have never been to this building before. After parking my car I took an elevator to the main floor and went to the front desk. A pretty young girl a few years older than me stood behind the desk. She had her hair in a tight bun and she looked professional in her white button shirt.

"Welcome to Smith towers, how can I help you?" she asked with a friendly smile

"Hi" I smiled back "am here to see Alex Smith" she gave me an odd look the moment I mentioned his name. I looked down at my simple t-shirt tucked in front of my dark blue jeans and wondered if I looked too casual compared to all the people that were coming here.

"Do you have an appointment?" she had that customer smile on

"am not sure, would having lunch be considered an appointment?" she gave me another odd look as though to say she couldn't imagine me having lunch with Alex.

"am sorry miss, but I can't let you go up to the top floor if you don't have an appointment" she did not seem sorry in the slightest

"Can you call then and inform him that am here?" I asked slightly frustrated

"No ma'am just call him and ask him that whenever someone asks me to do so, I would lose my job"

"Fine, I will call him aid took my the phone out and dialed the number 't pick up the front desk girl smirked and mumbled under her breath " I knew you were bluffing just like all the other girls that pretend to know the CEO.