He's blind?

Emma Watson

A light knock on the door made me jolt up from my sleep and I raised my eyes towards the door, standing up on my feet to open it.

As I opened the door, maids from different angles started to appear with different designers on their hands.

My eyes widened, and I gasped, unable to believe what I was seeing.

“W….who are those for?” I asked when they settled inside.

“Ma am. Sir. Ray, asked for these to be sent to your room.” One of the maids replied, making me furrow my brows.

“For what?”

They all raised their heads at me. “We are not in question to know that, ma'am.”

After dropping off the accessories, I couldn't help but wonder who this man was.

Who was Maverick ?

I picked up my phone, turned on the internet and did some research on who Maverick was. Then it all appeared, giving me a shock on my bones.

Ray Maverick ? I mean, I am auctioned to Ray Maverick . The billionaire bachelor that got everyone tripping for him. I finally have him in my abode? But then, one thing struck me.

“He is blind. He is a blind man?”

I couldn't believe my ears. Reminiscing on how he came onto the stage like he could see perfectly and the way he ate elegantly. It all didn't make any sense to me.

Was I being deceived by the internet?

I rushed out of my supposed room, waltzing into the kitchen, where a maid was assigned.

I knew it sounded stupid, but I still had to ask. It was better than not getting to know anything. 

“Please.” I called the attention of the maid, and she raised her brows up at me. 

“How may I help you, miss.” She asked, and I scratched my hair with my hand awkwardly.

“I am sorry if this sounds off, but is Mr. Maverick a blind man?” I asked, I didn't fail to notice the frown that appeared on her face and for some reason she looked past me, unable to give me the answer.

“Is this how it is now? Asking my maids for information about me.” The husky voice I heard from behind me made me jolt in shock.

Ray.

He was here.

“I… I…. I promise I didn't mean it like that.” I tried to defend myself, but I watched him tuck his hand into his pocket, his back resting on the door frame that led to the kitchen.

“Your words don't matter to me. As far as I get it. That you are so dumb and can't see clearly.” He responded, his words sending slaps across my face.

He was so mean. Right from day one, I suddenly started to realize why he was like that. 

Perhaps he didn't get his fame anymore.

“Get your face clean and be ready for dinner tonight. Any form of clumsiness and tardiness won't be allowed.” He said and started to walk off, then he stopped in the middle of the hall. 

“And, we are to go for a contract marriage today.” He announced, and my eyes widened in utmost disbelief.

“What!?”

“I am sure you are not deaf and you could hear me. We are going for a contract marriage today. I hate it when people make me repeat myself.” He said, his voice oozing with coldness, and I sighed.

“I don't seem to get your point, Mr. Maverick . You brought me here and without informing me, you suddenly want us to get a contract marriage and the day is to….”

“Your opinion is not relevant! I own you! I bought you with my money, and you don't get to decide what I do.” He interrupted, his voice held disgust and irritation, causing me to flinch back in shock.

What the heck has gotten into this man?

He didn't even say a word before he started to walk off. I watched him retreating in amusement. How was he even able to do that? To walk on his own while he is blind without missing a step or no one helping him to walk? He must have gone through so many tough times to be able to stand on his own…how industrious.

I rushed into my bedroom, retrieving my phone from the drawer, and dialed my mother's number. It was needed. To tell her what she had gotten me into. 

After the second ring, she finally picked the call and as always, she held disgust for me.

“You called? I thought I had seized the opportunity of calling since you got the maid application, and it amuses me that someone bought you for that kind of amount, lowlife like you.” She blurted out, and I clenched my fist, trying to hold on to the surge of saying something I might end up regretting.

“G…. Getting Married?” She stuttered, disbelief laced in her voice. “You are getting married? How? I thought the man bought you as his maid?” She questioned and I scoffed.

“Mother, as I have been sold off to him, it is none of your business anymore. I just called to inform you, in case you heard, that I am now married to a man. And, I hope Lena is getting all the treatment she deserves because the money taken to sell me off is enough for whatever expenses now.” I said, and I heard her hiss from the other line of the Connection.

“In case I hear you get married? Are you being delusional right now, Emma? The man isn't even all popular, so cut the crap. Happy married life to you.” She greeted, and before I could say any more words, the call made a loud beep, indicating that the call had ended.

I can't believe she's actually doing this.

I sighed out loud and a soft knock on the door interrupted my new thoughts and I stood, walking over to the door.

“Mr. Maverick said to inform you about the preparation he asked for, earlier. He said you should get dressed and met him by 3 on the dot. Tardiness won't be allowed.” She ended and started to walk off.

Unbelievably! I scoffed, my hand placed on my waist as I tried to get what was happening.

Anyway, I got dressed into one of the dresses he bought for me, an Emerald gown, and after making myself up, I headed outside in a rush. 

Even one minute could be tagged as lateness to him.

“Thought you wouldn't keep to this time.” He scoffed and without waiting for me to reach his side, he walked outside into the car that was already opened for him.

This man. He was exceptional.

“Ma'am, get into the car. Mr. Maverick orders.” His chauffeur yelled, titling his head outside to check on me and I jolted back to my senses, rushing into the car.

The marriage was fast, and it felt as though he had planned everything ahead and all I was left for was to sign the contract. I scanned the papers again and my eyes caught the pro's and con’s of the marriage I was getting myself into.

I would rather not get married to him! My freedom, I had to find my way of leaving this hell of a prison, and yet, I was getting myself into a marriage. A contract Marriage at that.

“Will you just stare and not sign those darn papers? I gave you what you wanted, and you would give me mine.” His thunderous voice filled that silence that had come in between.

I was getting married to a blind cold man. How was I supposed to cope?

My eyes caught one out of the several lines that were listed for me.

The tag: “You would be my surrogacy mother and after bearing a male child for me, we are even.” 

My eyes widened, could I say I was flabbergasted because I am?

“You what!” I yelled, staring at him with my socket eyes all out. “I will be a surrogacy mother? You? Tell…tell me you don't mean that. Hi … .how am…”

“I hope you know your suggestion isn't needed here. Just sign those darn papers and let us get out of here.” He declared like I had no choice, and I gulped in hard before signing the agreement with trembling hands.

“Now we are even.”

~♥

Staring down at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel mesmerized by my reflection. I never knew I could be dolled up like a princess but to someone I am not in....free will with.

A plan to escape so badly was all I hoped for.

“Are you done or do you want to take one hour more?” I heard his husky voice and I immediately picked my bags and ran outside.

The drive throughout the journey was silent, drop-dead silent with no one saying a dime to each other but when we got to the parking lot, the car highlighted and the chauffeur got down, giving us space to talk, I guess.

“You know these steps now. No matter what happens. You met me and we got married. Do not say more than that and be coordinated.” He said and knocked on the car door before the chauffeur opened the door, and we got out of the car.

Mere staring at the sprawling estate, I knew that this estate had memories that only the man standing beside me knew. 

Back to the night, he was talking to his brother like he was an outcast in the family.

It was night but it all shined beautifully. We got into the main house and the interior was all to be hyped. The decorations and opulence were a sweet masterpiece.

The art! Most especially the art, they gave me goosebumps all around me.

“Ray Maverick ! What is this about

the deadly rumors I have been hearing about you?” The loud voice of a man looking exactly just like Ray filled the air and almost lost a step.