A Parcel From Mr. Arrogant

 "I love you, Nate." The man in my embrace frozed and I suddenly wished I hadn't said that. I didn't know when the words left my mouth.

Nice one Ava, you successfully screwed things up. 

He broke the embrace and took three steps backwards. My head was bent and I was staring at my feet, nervous like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be scolded.

"We are ending this relationship." I finally heard him say after a few minutes of akward silence.

"Huh,why? I thought I still have a month left?"

"Why? you breached the contract, that's why."

"I didn't breach our contract Nate, you said I couldn't ask for you to love me in return, that means I was free to love you."

"Still, you breached the contract. Here's the logic, yes I said you could never ask for my love in return and that means I'm giving you the go-ahead to love me, right?"

"Right..." I muttered under my breath.

"Good. You were never supposed to love me in the first place. Tricky right?"

I nodded my head, confused. I was trying to wrap my head around it but it just didn't add up. 

"Well, here's the thing. If you love me, at first you would be satisfied with it. But a time will come where you would be hoping I would love you in return. What I'm trying to say is, you would eventually ask me to love you back."

"No, I would never ask you to Nate. I would never ask for your love. I'm contented with the fact that I got to experience what it feels like to love."

He was quiet for awhile, unsure of what decision to take.

"Besides the contract clearly states you can't terminate it, without having a reason to. And the last time I checked, there's no place it was stated that I wasn't allowed to love you."

"You are one hell of a smart ass. I hope you don't regret this decision."

"I love you Nathan and that I'm totally sure of. I won't regret it, just don't send me away.."

"I won't, fluffy Bear. How about I punish you for acting too smart?..."

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   "Hi, Camille, it's Nathan. Will you be free tonight? I'm attending a friend's party and I wanted to know if you could tag along."

     "I'm less busy. What time are you picking me up? What's the theme of the party? Any special costume?"

     "No, nothing special. Just a random birthday party. I will send the chauffeur to pick you up by 8pm."

     "Why can't you come pick me up? Are you that busy?"

    "Camille, I have a lot of work to do. The chauffeur will pick you up by 8pm, get ready on time."

   The phone beeped meaning he hung up on her and she stared at her phone for some seconds still finding it hard to believe he just ended the call.

     "Can you imagine? He hung up on me. Just who the hell does he think he is?"

     "A multi-billionaire of course. That's what you get from the rich. I would advise you forget about who he is and focus on our plan."

   She nodded her head and stood up. The lady in front of her took a sip of wine from the glass and smiled at her. She was more advanced and Camille looked just like her. Arianna, Camille's mother was a woman in her late forties. They were rich but not as wealthy as Nathan Lewis.

     " I want you to focus, Camille. You can't screw this up. This is our one chance to get wealthy and I'm not allowing you throw this opportunity down the drain."

    "I got it mom, trust me I do. For the rest of this mission, I will bury my ego and be the submissive girlfriend that he wants."

      

    "Good. I'm going to a meeting and I will be back soon. Get ready and make sure you act sweetly. We can't afford to lose this jackpot."

    Camille Walton, the only child of the Waltons, twenty-three, rude and indecisive. She lost her father in a car accident at the age of fifteen and her mother had been the one talking full responsibility for her. Camille meets Nathan and with the help of her mother, she becomes his girlfriend. A contract relationship where she's only allowed to love him but never ask for his love in return.

    The door bell rang and the maid went to get it.

     "Miss Camille, you have a package.."

She strode quickly to the door and signed before the delivery man handed the box over to her.  She was beaming with smiles when she saw the package. She was eager to tear the wrappings and see what's inside.

      "Someone is so happy this afternoon, c'mon what's going on?"

    Mia yelled from the stairs. She was seventeen but acted way too big for that age. She was the last child and also the most spoilt one. 

   Camille glared at her and feigned annoyance before taking her eyes back to the package.

     "You know your eyes don't scare me. I see you got a parcel. What's in it?", She asked before crashing next to Camille on the sofa.

    "That's what I'm trying to figure out, little brat. How do we know what's inside without unwrapping?", Camille gave her a look to kill but Mia bit her nails and didn't even bat an eye.

In the box, there was an exquisite dinner gown that shone brightly from the gold sequins that covered it. She lifted it out and held it in front of her. This dress was a masterpiece. She sniffed it and it smelt so nice, meanwhile Mia just stared at her without a care in the world. 

    "This is beautiful. It would look so good on me."

    "Now I understand what's going on, your arrogant, rich bully of a boyfriend sent you that?"

    "Mia, don't be rude. I will not have you address my boyfriend in that manner."

     "I'm sorry, Miss Lewis. I didn't mean that ma'am, of course you have the most caring and doting husband."

    Mia!

   Camille dropped the dress and found another box in the package. In it, there was a beige closed-toe heel. Camille was left speechless, this was gotten from the richest shoe brand in the state. Nathan was stinky rich to be able to spend a fortune on just heels. For just a birthday party and he got her a designer piece? She actually found a big fish and she was not going to let go.

     "Hello.. hey, are you there? Miss Lewis?", Mia snapped her fingers in Camille's face and that brought her back to the present. This little brat was such a killjoy.

    "Mia, will you please go upstairs to your room? You are getting on my nerves."

     "Fine, whatever. Say hello to Mr. Arrogant", she whispered and ran off immediately.

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    "What were you guys discussing? The guy in the black suit.."

      "What? I don't understand what you mean Nathan."

 "Don't act dumb with me, Camille. Why was he holding your hands and why the hell were you smiling at him?"

     "So I can't talk with an old time friend of mine? We are in a relationship Nathan, not some sort of secret cult with lots of rules to abide by."

     "No, Camille. We are not in a relationship. We are in a contract relationship and that comes with alot of rules."

    She folded her arms across her chest and frowned. She wasn't going to let this pass, who the hell is he to tell her what to do?

    "And so what? You know, you act too bossy and sometimes I feel like I'm your sixteen year old daughter and not your girlfriend.."

    "Let's go. We are done talking about this."

   "Go where? The party hasn't begun yet and we are already leaving?"

The man in front of her threw her a deadly glare and grabbed her by the arm. He led her out of the hall and they walked over to his car in the garage.

    "Get in the car, we are leaving right now."