Blind date

Nortia's POV

I swallowed as I peered at the mirror, my reflection glancing back at me. I leaned against the wall, contemplating if I had to do this.

Tears snaked down my cheek because I knew there was no way I wouldn't, I had to do it, for my parents. I had to make sure that this goes away.

I gave myself a gentle tap on the face as I whispered to myself.

“Get yourself right, you have to do this” I cajoled myself, whispering words as I said that.

I let out a puff, my eyes glancing around at my closet as I tried to make out the most from it.

I settled for a red gown that hung above my knees, a black heels and a black purse to match, since I had decided to do it. There was nothing wrong with dressing this way, right?

I didn't want to give off more than I could take in.

My hands circled the lip butter I had in-between my fingertips while I contemplated on if I was going to put it on, on second thought, I slipped it back into my purse, took a long stare at myself before striding out.

I didn't have a choice in this, there was no one helping me out, I had to fight.

Maybe, if I could convince him to hand over the money I needed or convince my aunt to continue my treatment, then I could dump him later on, it wouldn't be that hard, would it?

Hopefully, he would be lenient enough to listen to my reason and find out that I was acting a different person from all the others he had met.

My eyes went to my phone which had beeped, a message from Maxwell reflected on it.

I scoffed as I read its content.

“Are you ready to be my mistress now?”

I was tempted to kick him because all of this had started with him, if he had been careful enough not to stick out his dick into Samantha, or loved me as he should have, then this wouldn't have happened.

I ordered a cab on the app, sent him the address my aunt had sent before watching as he zoomed off.

I was a big startled when it stopped me in front of a hotel, a five star one, but I chugged down the fear that had crept up back down, I couldn't let that show.

I kept my cool when eyes ogled, not sure if it was at me or someone else, I wasn't that pretty for anyone to want in their life.

Although I was always used to getting attention, that was before I met Maxwell, he had been my everything, until I found out, I wasn't the same for him, I was perhaps just one of the many he had in his life.

“ Booth C” I said to the receptionist who glanced at me, flashed a smile at me, before stretching a finger to her side.

“ We will have someone take you there”

I trudged after the young man dressed in a white shirt, and black trousers to fit, a bit startled when the door was pushed open for me to get it.

It featured two black cushions opposite each other, a leather table that separated them apart, and soft classical music serenaded the air, setting the mood.

I swallowed, startled when a hand slipped around my shoulders and a man came into view.

I had a hand over my mouth when he spoke, gosh his breath sank, he looked every inch of what my aunty had said, had gray hair over his face, my hands held my gown right as I flipped his hands gently off my shoulders.

“ You must be her, Nortia, your aunt told me you were a beauty, but I never knew you were such a goddess, you look beautiful”

A beauty? When exactly was I even one? Anything to get rid of me.

I shifted, slipping his hands off when he handed two glasses to me. I kept one down, while he sat beside me.

“Can I sit over there? I don't actually…’’

“ Oh, it's fine, I don't bite” he waved a hand in the air.

I sat opposite him, a bit conscious when I noticed how he kept glossing over me like he was going to strip me with his eyes. I held myself back from asking him what exactly he wanted.

“ A beauty, I must say…here” he handed me a glass, which he tapped gently against his before placing it back down.

I was repulsed, and I had to stop myself from retching, could this be done anytime soon?

“ I will be back” I watched as he stood up, walked out, leaving me all alone.

My eyes went to the glasses, which I switched before he could get back. I didn't trust him not to try anything funny.

He was a stranger, who could hurt me at any time. I was at his mercy, so it was only ideal that I looked out for myself.

The door snapped open shortly, and he had a giddy look on his face.

“You haven't drank yours yet? Is something wrong?” he inquired.

I shook my head, bringing it to my lips as I chugged it down.

It was fruity and sweet, and… I shook my head trying not to believe it as my head felt woozy, and I flicked my eyes open repeatedly trying so hard to stay awake.

A cruel smile spread across his face.

“It must be the effect of the aphrodisiac, I knew you will try to act funny, your aunty said you were pretty smart, so I drugged both, we will consummate the marriage and tomorrow get married”

I forced myself up, my breath hazy and my legs wobbled underneath me as I tried to find my way to the door when he slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me back.

“ Please…” I begged.

“ Don't,” I attempted to shove him away when he held me adamantly.

“ Touch me” I curled up into a ball, bursting into tears.