The next day, Giselle was woken up by her alarm. She barely finished getting ready when her second alarm went off.As she rushed downstairs, trying to silence her phone, the brunette ran face first into Ezra’s chest.Once again, curse her stupid height.“Ouch.” She gently soothed her nose, wondering why Ezra’s chest had to be so sturdy. “Good morning, Mr. Heinrich.”“Morning.” Ezra responded in a rough voice. His tone sounded dry and forced.Giselle tilted her head to the side, only now noticing the dark circles under his eyes and his tired looking face.“Are you okay? Is everything okay?” She quizzed.“I’m fine?” Ezra said and coughed.“It doesn’t look like-”“If you stand here talking all day, we’re gonna miss the meeting today.” Ezra informed, purposely interrupting her from further asking anymore questions.“Ah.” Giselle pouted, she could tell that Ezra didn’t want to talk about his health. “Yeah, let’s go.”Ezra and Giselle rode in the same car. The female brunette once again sat
Cindy rushed in, documents held tight to her plump chest.“Mr. Heinrich can I please have a moment of your…” she trailed off, seeing the scene in front of her.Ezra glared at her and raised his voice. “You imbecile, have you got no manners! Get out!”Cindy trembled in fear and scrambled away, almost dropping the documents she held.Ezra sighed and massaged his bruised hand. Giselle brought her line of sight back to the reddening spot on the back of his hand.“Shouldn’t you get ice for that?” Giselle asked, cautiously keeping her gaze on his hand.Ezra shook his head. “I don’t have time for that. Let’s go, the meeting is about to start.” He said and started going out.Giselle wanted to protest and drag him by the arm to get an ice pack, but seeing as he didn’t want that, she left it.“Sure.”Entering the meeting room together, heads turned their way, but Giselle ignored it.She was his nominal fiancée after all, if she couldn’t endure that little, then she’s just a plain out chicken.“
“This should suit you.” Ezra said and pointed at a dress on display.It did indeed seem like Giselle’s taste.“I agree with Mr. Heinrich’s pick. The Madam would be very pleased to see you dressed in something so elegant.” Jubril backed up.Giselle couldn’t argue, the dress looked extremely elegant and beautiful. It was a two in one. And plus, she really didn’t feel like looking at anymore dresses.Nodding her head, she responded. “Alright, I’ll take this one, let me try it out.” Giselle paused, remembering who she was with. “Or not, I’m sure it’ll fit either way.”“No.” Ezra sternly insisted. “Try it on here.” He beckoned a salesperson over. “Please take my Fiancée to try out her dress.”The salesgirl smiled brightly, happy to have the almighty Ezra Heinrich in her place of work.“Sure thing, this way ma’am.”Giselle glanced from the moving salesgirl and back at Ezra.‘Is it really necessary?’ She questioned herself. ‘Whatever, let’s just be done with this, one and for all.’ With that
Pictures never tell the full story. What you see is what they’d want you to see.Giselle understood that now.Her shaky orbs scanned the picture, taking in all the features of it.Benjamin Fort was hovering above her, puckering his ugly duck lips towards her, while she had her hand on his chest, trying to push him away.Anybody would understand exactly what was going on in the picture, but some wicked souls would obviously try to twist it and damage her.People like Raquel.“When did this happen, Giselle darling?”Giselle gulped. Her eyes scanned Mrs. Heinrich hazel ones then she looked up to meet Ezra’s darkened gaze.He didn’t look happy in the slightest.That was understandable, after all, it was his reputation on the line here.“I swear it’s not what it looks like.” Giselle defended.“I know Giselle, I’m not a child who was born just yesterday. It’s obvious what’s going on in that picture, but some people might want to harm you if they get their hands on it. They may twist everyth
Those words, Giselle could never forget them. They were carved in the back of her brain, a never ending reminder of her unfortunate fate.But it could all just be a coincidence, a very random one at that.The brunette didn’t know what to think. On one hand, her body felt heated up and her clit was throbbing with the need to be satisfied, and on the other hand, her mind kept replaying the darkened scene from that night.It still haunted her like a never ending nightmare.Ezra rested back on his chair, his eyes scanned her.Had he gone too far?“What… why… why are you doing this? Do I look like some fucking toy you can play with at any given moment?!” Giselle snapped.“A toy? No, I just simply did what any engaged couple would. Did that offend you?” Ezra asked in a teasing tone.“Like hell it did. And what happened to respecting my personal space? Some gentle man you are.”Ezra directed his gaze to the floor, after a moment and several sighs from him, he looked up and genuinely said. “I
Giselle didn’t realize the weight of her words until they had left her mouth.The room settled in thick silence, quiet enough to hear the chirping of a cricket in a certain corner.Giselle wasn’t sure what Ezra’s response was going to be as he kept quiet.Was he going to flat out reject her? Or was he going to take this opportunity and pick up from where they had left?In all honesty, her mind slightly hoped for the latter.“Shit.” Giselle breathed out, running her fingers through her hair as the silence became unbearable. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She said and attempted to get off her bar stool but swayed due to her lightheadedness.One thing Giselle had learnt in high school was that she couldn’t hold her liquor. One to three cups and her head would already be in the clouds.Ezra got off his stool quickly and wrapped his hand around her waist, steadying the half sober brunette.Giselle looked up as the smell of Ezra’s Vanilla cologne attacked her nostrils. The heat his body was
“You’ll regret this later.”Giselle laid in her bed, eyes absentmindedly staring at the ceiling as Ezra’s words replayed in her mind.Recollections of her drunken actions were rapidly coming back to her, flooding into her head and giving her zero time to properly regret anything.Another dull pain shut through her head and the brunette reached her hand up, using her fingers to massage her temple as she sighed through her nose.How was she going to face Ezra?That has been the one question she’s been pondering after waking up.Alcohol was a bastard, and Giselle decided she’d had her own fair share of mishaps with it, enough to teach her a good lesson.Thirty minutes or so had passed since she woke up, but all the brunette did was stare at the ceiling of her room, unmoving.“Giselle Cornwell, what have you done this time around?” Giselle muttered to herself, finally turning over for the first time since she had woken up.The clock on her bed side read Eight-thirty-two.Normally, she wou
Giselle couldn’t stop moving around in her bed.Turning over once again, she glanced at the invitation card on her night drawer.A sigh escaped her lip.Why in Bigfoot’s ass did they think she’ll want to attend their engagement?They had guts.“Bastard.” Giselle cursed out and sat up, turning her head to look out the window.Drizzles of raindrops ran down the foggy glass. The rain fall, luckily wasn’t a heavy one. Just a few drizzles to wet the earths plant. Which had actually spoilt Giselle’s plan to take a walk in the garden at night.Redirecting her gaze to the card; she felt like burning it on sight.Burning it? That was a good thought. After all, the only reason why she’d wanted to get into the venue was to play the recording of Raquel and Nicholas’s conversation.But even now, she doubted that would work.Reaching for the card, Giselle grabbed in and hopped off her bed, determined to burn the blue invite to the ground with any sign of fire she could find.“The audacity they have