chapter 4.4

Zarie’s POV

when I feel the contact of the cold thing on my thighs, I jerk away instantly, thinking it is Zavier’s hand but when I raise my head to look at him, I see that he is also staring at me with a surprised face and that is when I realize the papers and pen in his hand.

’Why? Is there a problem?’ He asks.

Oh my God! I am such a fool.

He just wants me to look at the papers and here I am, thinking he wants to take advantage of me.

’No. sorry, umm, I thought you touched my thigh’. I say timidly.

’Oh so you think I would take advantage of you?’ He asks, looking at me with a face I can’t really figure out.

’No that is not the case.

I mean, we are the only ones here and you cannot really blame me for thinking it was your hand plus I never even noticed you had the papers and pen in your hand till now’. I quickly explain in one go, which leaves me breathless.

’Oh, do not stress yourself.’ He responds and I do not miss the amusement in his voice.

’Okay, so what did you want to show me?’ I ask him, wanting to break the awkward moment.

He clears his throat before answering, a grin playing on his luscious lips.

Lucious lips? Really? come on Zarie, get a grip on yourself! My subconscious immediately scolds me. Ughh! Can’t a girl fantasize a little?

’This is the contract regarding the terms and conditions of the marriage. I want you to read through it and when you are satisfied with it, then you can go ahead to sign.’ He tells me.

’Okay, so if I sign then I officially and legally become your wife?’ I ask, still not getting the concept of everything.

’Correct’ He answers.

I look through the papers and find out that the contract last for five years, just as my mum said and it also states that if after the five years, we both want to continue, then we can go ahead to renew it.

I know I can still go to school as stated in the contract but Zavier is known to be very cold, dominant and a very indifferent man.

Many magazines describe him as apathetic to everything and everyone except his business.

To cut everything short, they say he is ruthless in his rulings and has never even had an official girlfriend before.

And the little research I did on him on google shows him with beautiful models and other prominent and elegant women.

To say I am not shocked by how nice he’s been towards me would be the biggest lie of the century.

I expected him to act cold and distant with me, I expected him to rush everything with no civil conversations but not only is he being nice to me, he is also the initiator of the conversation.

After I am done going through my the contract, I decide to sign. I mean the terms and conditions are not that bad.

After all, it is just a five year thing. I can fight through it, I know I can.

’I hand over the papers to him and he slips a very simple but expensive looking diamond ring on my finger.

’Ah, why the ring?’ I ask him, not understanding why he would even bother to get such an expensive ring for this fake marriage.

’That is your wedding ring hun’ He replies simply.

’But we are not really married? You did not even have to buy such an expensive ring.

I could just wear one of my old ones.’ I tell him as he focuses his eyes on me, making me shift a bit in my seat.

’we would not want people doubting us, would we? and you can’t wear your old ring because you are now my wife and my wife will not wear some shitty ring.

It will just stroke my ego in a bad way.’ He says as he stands up, making me do same.

ugh! And here I was thinking he is much different from the man the media describes him to be.

I mean, he has been fairly good but I can see he has a very big fat ego and it is a dominant part of him.

’So your mother says I can take you to my home today.’ He says, moving closer, which forces me to take a step back.

However, whenever I take a step back, he takes a step forward.

I intend to step back again but I feel the coldness of the wall at my back and that tells me there is no escape for me.

He places both of his big hands at both of my sides, caging me in his arms.

He lifts my chin with his index finger, wanting me to look in his eyes and when I finally do, I am met with his cold ocean blue eyes.

His eyes are so cold that when I look in them, it is like they are digging so deep into my body and soul, a look from him is all it takes to send shivers down my spine.

I take this moment as a chance to take a good look at his face and in fact, this man in-front of me is really a piece of art.

He has well defined jaws, brows that look like they had been trimmed to perfection, icy blue eyes which I am already obsessed with and pink luscious lips.

’My dear wife, you do not need to be afraid of me because I am now your husband and you, you are my wife.’ He tells me as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

I desperately want to tell him that I am not his property but all that comes out of my pathetic mouth is an okay, which is not even audible to my own ears.

’Okay?’ I try to say again but it only comes out as a whisper and even sounds like a question.

’Okay, so if we are done here, why don’t you go and pack your things? I could wait for some few days but for some reasons, your mum insists I take you home today itself.’

’Oh, so she cannot wait to get rid of me huh? This woman is so predictable uh!’ I mumble under my breath.

I can’t believe my mum hates me this much that she can’t even wait a damn second to throw me out of her hell of a house.

This whole marriage is kind of absurd and I do not wholeheartedly approve of it but I think it is kind of a blessing in disguise.

I am thankful that my mum chose this solution over handling the family’s business to her scheming husband.

I know Zavier is a very hardworking and an eligible partner who no doubt will manage the family business very well.

I can now rest assured that what my father labored for is in good hands.

I decide to not waste any more of his time.

But before I even enter my room, ‘You do not have to pack much because I have everything you will need already prepared for you back home’ Zavier says.

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We are currently in Xavier’s black Mercedes Maybach. I do not pack much just as he told me.

My mother does not even bother to even see and say goodbye to me for my last time in her house and I am totally fine with it.

After all, I never had my hopes high on that fact.

’Let me do it for you’. Zavier says, offering to fix my seatbelt for me.

He comes closer and the intoxicating scent of his cologne wharfs through my nostrils, almost making me dizzy.

Actually, everything about this man is perfect.

’Thank you.’ I tell him after he is done fixing the belt for me, which I’d say was very unnecessary.

’Welcome.’ He also responds.

Seriously, I do not know why he is been such a gentleman to me. Or maybe, all what the media says about him could be all lies?

Whatever, I just wish that this kind side of him he has shown me is here to stay because to be honest, I do not think I can deal with a mean, apathetic and cold Zavier for the next five years after I have seen this sweet side of him.

It is already midnight when we arrive at Zavier’s mansion and I feel so exhausted that I could just collapse at the moment.

He shows me to my room and he also retires to his room, which is just opposite of mine.

I can see he is also very tired so we say our goodnights and decide to leave any other thing for the next day.

Immediately I enter my new room which is already furnished, Fatigue hits me hard as the comfortable looking queen-sized bed calls to me, making me forget about all the bad happenings of the day with my mind only focused on the bed.

Succumbing to the call of nature, I throw myself on the bed, ever so ready to end the night and hope for a bright beginning....

Author’s note;

Thank you for reading, stay safe.