Asshole

“Leon Valois nice to meet you,” Dad said without moving a muscle, unlike how he bowed to Ryan he didn’t bat an eyelid for the man in the wheelchair he stared at him right in his eyes and that spoke volume. They might be brothers but of different status

“Let’s get straight to it,” Leon said with his jaw clenched, his eyes landed on me and I almost melted away. He had the same cold green eyes as Ryan but he looked like they were dead, it held so much darkness that made me squirm in my seat.

“Where are your manners, won't you say hello to the guests?” Jennifer said

“I didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries” Leon shut back glaring at her, Jennifer turned red like she was trying to hold herself back from an outburst

Why was he rude to his mother? I asked myself

Maybe he really hated the fact that he was to get married

“Is she the one?” He asked his cold eyes glued on mine

“Yes she is, say hello to your husband to be Naya” Mom said poking my sides

“Hello,” I said in an almost whisper

“Set the wedding for next week,” he said taking his eyes away from me

Next week? He didn’t even know anything about me I doubt he knew my name

And just like that he turned and rolled out in his wheelchair

“No ounce of respect that mother of his taught him nothing” Jennifer spat out but quiet enough that only us on the table could hear. I couldn’t help but wonder what type of relationship they had, her saying that made it clear that she didn’t give birth to him. Nothing on the internet talked about that.

“Go speak to him,” Mom said poking me harder at my sides

What could I possibly have to say to the man, he looked like he wanted to skin me alive with the glares he kept throwing at me.

“Come on” Mom insisted when I didn’t move

“You should at least have a conversation with your husband to be” Jennifer said with a smirk on her face

“Yeah go on he doesn’t bite,” Ryan said laughing like he had said the funniest thing ever and everyone joined in. From the little I had seen, I could tell that he was an outcast in their family almost just like me, I didn’t understand why yet but it was clear enough.

But the question was why did he agree to the marriage?

Did he not have a mind of his own?

Or did they have something on him just like my family had something they could bargain with me?

For some reason my legs shivered as I took steps closer to him, there was this intimidating coldness that surrounded him. I moved closer and closer to him, he had his back turned to me but I was still shaky inside as I approached him

What the hell would I even say to him?

“What do you want?” He snapped startling me

“Can’t you speak?” He asked his back still facing me

“Uhm-uh I-I-I-” I struggled to form words, I myself didn’t know what the hell I wanted

“I’m not interested in whatever you have to say, go back and enjoy your meal!” he said but his voice sounded the complete opposite of the words that came out of his mouth. More like he wanted to choke and die on your meal but I refused to do as he said

“We are to get married and you don’t want to know anything about me?” I asked trying to act confident but my insides had turned to jelly

“Anaya Mirabel Genrey 24 years old, born on the fifteenth of July 1995 and stayed in the orphanage until adopted by the Genreys with her sick sister who has lived her whole life in the hospital” he paused then turned to face me

“You are currently a year five medical student dropout who currently works at a coffee shop” he completed his sentence

He just said everything about me like he was reading it from a book, I couldn’t help but be shocked

“What more could I possibly want to know again,” he said with a very cocky tone

“But I know nothing about you” I retorted

“All I know is that you are the first son of the Valois family” I added

“Yet you agreed to marry me, that says a lot” he scoffed

The tone in his voice made every nerve in me fill up in anger. He made it sound like I was after his money or something, well technically my parents wanted his money but that had nothing to do with me.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked through my gritted, I wasn’t going to ignore his comment

“Whatever you think I mean, I didn’t mince my words did I?” He asked

“I am not doing this because I want to let’s get that right” I snapped at him

“Then why are you doing it Anaya” he said with a smug smile

“Don't fucking call me that it is Naya to you” I corrected him immediately the only person that was allowed to call me by my full name was my sister no one else. The way the name rolled out of his tongue made my body curl in disgust.

“Tell me why” he repeated completely ignoring me

“I'm only doing this because I don't have a choice not everyone gets everything they want thrown on their lap” I spat at him not filtering my words

“We all have a choice but some people are just bigger cowards than others,” he said with an evil smirk on his face and rolled away in his chair leaving me too stunned to speak.

That was the man I was to get married to?

It was less than ten minutes around him and I hated his guts. He was the biggest asshole I have ever met in my whole damn life.