5

Derek

I sat there comfortably while I watched him ramble about things I had no interest in. The mansion I was in was sophisticated, it had a woman’s touch to it, the walls were perfect white, glowing too much into my eyes.

I hated it,

I hated this place,

I hated being there,

But what can I do, the heart wants what it wants.

Mr Grimstone is quite a charitable man and I could already tell how his daughter got such a trait but all I wanted was to take what belonged to me and get out of there.

There were several ways I deal with my business, the dark side and the greedy side.

Whenever I bring up a business offer, no matter who I was facing, they would all agree as far as money was involved. Anything to fill the pocket of these hungry business men but Mr Grimstone was different. He wasn’t after money, he was after his reputation.

His reputation had taken a drastic fall after his daughter had been dumped at the altar.

Funny enough I didn’t know about all these until last night,

“I curse the day my daughter met that bastard, I had warned her to stay away from him and that he was going to be nothing but trouble but she wouldn’t listen to me and decided to marry him.

Now what did he do, he left her there at the altar”

He rambled and rambled on but my eyes was fixed on a door, a room to be precise,keenly staring at the doorknob from whence it will be pulled.

“Mr Gordon, why do you want to marry my daughter?”

I turned my head annoyed that he had distracted me from what I wanted.

“Huh?” I tilt my head.

“Why do you want to marry my daughter?”

That foolish question every father asked their soon to be son-in-law. After asking this question before, shouldn’t he be wary of it by now.

“I need a wife”

My answer was precise that he paused.

“You love to get to the point” he giggled yet it came off more awkward than I had expected it to be.

I wasn’t making a joke, I did need a wife.

I had come to that decision when I knocked on his door, after every possible scenario of getting her out of there. Each and every one of them ended up with blood on my hands. I needed to logical.

“So why my daughter?”

“She is perfect”

Hearing those words come of my mouth, it pleased him so much that his ego began to rise and he brought for a smile.

If only he knew the meaning behind that then he would be guarding his daughter from me.

Crossing my legs, I picked up a cookie in a tray and crushed it in my hands then dropped the pieces back on the tray.

“I hate cookies”

“Oh” he nodded his head jotting it down at the back of his head. My actions were just a warning, to remind him that I was in charge and it was time to do what I wanted.

“Sign the papers”

My patience had completed maxed out after answering several questions I wasn’t willing to be asked. The papers had been in front of him for a while, it was fresh off the printers, stapled together, you could smell that fresh paper smell and if not careful it might cause a paper cut.

I had already signed my ends of the marriage certificate, all I needed was his consent and his signature which caused all the rambling and questions I had to bear with.

“Yes” he responded picking up the ball point pen. I could see him hesitate, I do not blame him. He was about to make a decision for his daughter and the chances that she would like what he had done were slim.

“We could have a wedding if you want” I added.

Just to coerce him into signing the papers, a wedding would be enough to save the family name and show the town that his daughter was capable of getting married again.

In no time, I had in my hands the marriage certificate with his signature on it.

I raised my head to the room and right on time the door knob pulled down, there she was wearing a blue thin dress, her black long hair pushed to the right. Her eyes fell down and she could see me.

Perhaps I would give her a minute to recognize my face and give me the glorious reaction I truly deserve.

“Ahhh” a gasp escaped her lips, it was soft, like she was catching her breath. I could hear because everything around me didn’t matter and my soul focus was her. It wasn’t hard to read it off her lips.

She pushed backwards to the door covering her mouth with her hand.

I am guessing she didn’t believe I would catch her in such a short time.

My attention had been taken away from Mr Grimstone for a while that he sensed something was up, he turned to see his daughter pinned to the door, her hands on her mouth and her eyes all bulged out like she had seen a ghost.

Hell no, he couldn’t read all that.

“Honey, come downstairs. I would like you to meet someone” he got to his feet gesturing for her to come to him.

She stood there in a daze not moving a muscle, a state of shock I would recommend.

Her eyes still pinned on me, how I love the attention she was giving me.

“Come down” he added.

It took some time before she could finally get to her father, she stood a distance away from me Ofcourse and I wouldn’t blame her.

“Honey, I want you to meet your New Husband” he blurted out to her and she immediately gassed out.

“What?” she yelled.

There, just the reaction I needed from her, her realizing that she was now stuck with the man she was trying to run away from.

‘My little prey’ I whispered with a smirk on my face. We are going to have much fun together, I can assure that.