CHAPTER 7

I needed to know what the actual terms of this contract were though, I needed to know what both parties were getting from this arrangement and see if there was a way I could use it to my advantage. 

Two years wasn't a long time if I was being honest with myself, but was this how the next two years of my life was going to be? With walking on eggshells around who was supposed to be my husband? 

I couldn't do it, I needed to do something about my current predicament, I needed to find a way to free myself, that was the last thing I thought about before surrendering to the darkness. 

"Hey, wake up! Did I tell you, you could sleep?" I heard a voice from a distance and something poking my back as well. 

I groaned out in protest and even turned in the opposite direction, oblivious to the fact that I was not on my bed at the present moment, "Pathetic." The voice said before walking away. 

And there was perfect silence and peace I thought. Before I could get too deeply engrossed with my sleep again, a bucket of cold water was poured on me, as I was on the floor. 

I was startled and my eyes opened, I shrieked out and I got up from the floor very quickly, one would think the floor had burned me, judging by how fast I stood up. 

"You're finally awake? That's good. Get up and go get dressed." Blake said when he noticed I was now awake, all thanks to him and his not so effective method of pouring cold water over me of course. 

"Did you hear me? I said go upstairs and get dressed." He repeated what he had earlier said.

"May I please know what the occasion is for?" I asked him timidly, peering up at him from underneath my eyelashes. 

"Why do you want to know what the occasion is for? Of what use would that be to you?" He answered back, turning down my request. 

"I need to know what the occasion is so I can be properly dressed for the occasion, I wouldn't want to dress in a way that wouldn't meet your standards " I explained to him, even stroking his ego a little bit. 

"Listen to me, you imbecile, there will never be a way you can meet my standards, so of course you can try but it will all be pointless." He answered in an honestly brutal way, crushing my spirits as well. 

"But to answer your question, you are getting dressed for work." He informed me. 

My ears were immediately tingling on hearing that, "Work? What do you mean by work?" I asked, not quite believing what my ears were hearing. 

"What else do you think I mean by work? What else could I mean by work you idiot?" He fired at me, letting me know my questions were slowly getting on his nerves.

"I'm sorry Blake, it's just the last time I said something about work, you weren't too happy with it." I told him, mumbling under my breath. 

"Well I've had a rethink about it and I thought, it wouldn't be fair on you and me either for you to just sit all day in this house and do nothing. If you're going to be here, you need to earn your keep, I am not your father who's going to be sending you money all the time." He spat at me. 

I guess he must have thought that because of who my father was, that meant he was the one supporting my lifestyle. Little did he know, dad stopped funding me a long time ago.

I could say he stopped since I was in high school infact. 

The only thing they did for me was pay my tuition fees, every other thing from bus fare, to my clothing, to my feeding, I handled everything myself, I supported myself with odd jobs. 

Most people found it strange that the daughter of business mogul, Mr Davies, was doing odd jobs, he then made one bogus interview about wanting to teach me not to take things for granted. 

Of course, that interview helped boost his public image more and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't speak up and tell people how I was being maltreated, it was my word against theirs, nobody would believe the orphan girl. 

I didn't say anything again, I just stood up from the floor, I stumbled a bit as my legs had gone numb from the kneeling position it had been in all night. 

I slowly dragged myself upstairs and went to change into something more work appropriate. I didn't waste time as I knew that if I took too much time, I would annoy Blake again. 

When I came downstairs, I met him seated at the dining table, having breakfast, my stomach grumbled at the sight of food and just as I was about to take a seat and join him as well, he abruptly stood up. 

"What are you doing?" He asked me, seeing that I was about to pull out a chair. 

"I want to join you for breakfast." I answered. 

"Did I give you permission to join me? Did I even say you could have your breakfast?" He fired again and my hands dropped from the chair, hanging limply by my side. 

"You want me to get to work late just because you're about to have breakfast?" 

"I'm sorry Blake, I don't know what came over me." I apologized and grabbed my bag, draping it over my shoulder, hinting at him that I was ready to go. 

"And is this what you're wearing?" He asked me, scanning me from head to toe, a disapproving look gracing his face. 

"Yes sir, this is what I could put together quickly." I explained to him.

"Even if you had the whole day, it would have still turn out a disappointment, like this is." He told me, gesturing to my outfit. 

His words felt like a slap to my face, like a blow in my gut, they hurt me but I wouldn't show it. I promised myself that I'd be strong, I wouldn't even allow Blake Robinson to break me. 

"I'll do better tomorrow." I told him. 

We exited the house and the same car that drove us here on the wedding day, was waiting for us in front of the house. Blake hopped in and I followed suit and the drive to work began. 

I didn't know where we were going or what kind of work Blake had in store for me, but I was already excited by the thought of working, that meant I'd be leaving the mansion everyday at least. 

We were slowly approaching a big skyscraper that had the words, "Robinson" written boldly in front of it, my excitement went down a bit, if we were here, that meant this was where I would be working.