Chapter 5

Amber Pov

When I married Phil, I expected that we would sleep in different rooms since we weren't a real couple. We are just a couple on paper and in his grandfather's eyes. That's why I didn't expect that we would sleep in the same room and especially in the same bed. Even if our marriage is fake, he was still a man and I am a woman. I guess I'm at a disadvantage in this situation.

"Can't I just sleep in another room? There are many rooms in your mansion so there's no need for us to crowd into your room," I suggested to Phil. I was secretly praying that he would agree.

"How can we convince people here that we're a couple if we sleep in different rooms? My bed is big so even if you roll your body you won't fall," Phil answered me. He has no intention of granting my wish. "And if you're thinking that I'm going to climb to your side, then don't worry because it won't happen. I'm going to be honest with you, lady. You are not my type," he told me frankly as if he didn't care if I get hurt by his words.

I felt insulted by what he said so I gave him a bad look. "The feeling is mutual, Mr. Salvatore. You're not my type either, okay? You're handsome and rich, but you don't have the qualities I'm looking for a man to be married with. If only not because I'm paying my gratitude to your grandfather I won't even bother to enter this kind of boring situation with you," I replied to him. I don't care if I may sound defensive because of what he said. I just want him to know that I was force to have a fake relationship with him. 

I was happy to see Phil frown after hearing my words. I think he thought he was my type that's why I agreed to pretend as his wife. It's a good thing that I made it clear on him about my real feelings. What I said is true that although he is handsome and rich, he still not my type. Because what I want in a man is someone brave, the type of man who can defend me when someone insults or bullys me. A man who can defend me when my life is in danger. The kind of man who even if he doesn't tell me that he loves me but I can still feel from his actions and gaze that I am important to him. In short, the man I want is brave but loving. And with Phil's looks it's very unlikely that my ideal man will be like him. He has a big body built, but maybe when he encounters men giving us trouble, he suddenly gets into his car and drives away. And worst, he might leave me.

"It's good that we feel the same way. Because it's hard when you fall in love with me. You'll only give me a headache," said Phil then pulled my suitcase to the big cabinet to store clothes. "This is where you organize your clothes. And remember that I don't want things to be messy. I want the clothes to be neatly folded and on hangers correctly, understand?"

"Me? Fall in love with you? Maybe you're the one who will fall in love with me and not me because it's impossible to happen," I answered him in a low voice. Because I was annoyed and thinking about something else, I didn't hear Phil talking to me instead I'm talking to myself in a low voice.

"Are you listening to me, Amber?" Phil asked me with an annoyed voice while giving me a bad look. I think he was regretting now that he chose to marry me.

"Huh? What are you saying again?" I asked him with a hesitant smile. Phil took a deep breath as if taking patience from inside his chest. He had no choice but to repeat what he told me.

"So did you get my instructions?" he asked after staring at me for a few minutes. 

"Yes, Sir. I will remember your instructions so you don't have to worry about it," I answered him annoyed after telling him what I should and shouldn't do, I'm like his assistant and not his wife. I just don't know if I can last long with this setup. 

"Fix your clothes in the cabinet. I'll call you when we have lunch," after he spoke he walked out of our room. I called his name before he could come out of the room. "Why?" he asked me irritably when he stop and looked back at me.

"Do you have a map of your entire mansion? Especially the way up here? Your mansion is very huge and the number of rooms is many, I think I will get lost when I get out in your room," I asked him with a smile. I smiled not to annoy him but to make him gentle when talking to me.

"I don't have a map of my house and don't worry because I will personally come here to get you later when breakfast is ready, Senorita," he answered me even more irritated. He seems to be very annoyed with me. And don't know why he easily got irritated with me. Am I that annoying?

"Thank you then," I teasingly answered him. Shaking his head, he left the room. "You know, Phil? You'd be handsome if you were less grumpy and irritable. In your current attitude, I'm not going to like you. Never. Write it on the crow's wing," I spoke to him as if he was right in front of me even though he has already left the room and I am alone inside.

I look around when I was left alone in his room. His room was spacious and felt like it was not just a room but a house. His room is triple the size of the living room of Uncle Roman's house. There is also a visitor's area where a violet-colored sala set is placed. Everything I see inside her room from the big flat screen tv, living room set, paintings hanging on the wall of the room, and other things all look expensive. I never dreamed that I would be able to enter such a beautiful room. Especially to sleep in a luxurious room like this. Phil is very rich. Far from the state of my life. So even if I like him, I will just hide it because we are not suitable for each other. But it's a good thing that we both don't like each other so there won't be any problem for me to live here. I should just enjoy living in this mansion because after six months I will be back to reality.