CHAPTER FOUR

AIDEN'S POV

Today is the date with my soon-to-be wife and I am dressed as casually as I can, in a plain white T-shirt, black faded Jeans and a Jordan Air Force Three.

I was already seated 10 minutes earlier than our appointment because I wanted to watch her walk into this restaurant like I used to do during the public events we attend.

Call me a stalker, psychopath or whatever you want but I get this sick satisfaction of watching her power walk her way into a place with her chest out, shoulders back and head held high. I wouldn't love to admit it this early, but it turns me on.

By the time I checked my time again, I realized that I had spent the last ten minutes thinking about a woman that didn't give two fucks about me. I heard the door bell jingle and I raised my head up to look at who was coming in, the only thing I could do was to freeze in shock as I sucked in a cold breath. Fuck. Me.

Did she dress like that in this tight little dress that leaves little to one's imagination on purpose to test me? I thought as I stared at her walking towards me in a short, tight and skimpy, strapped red dress. Her accessories complimented the dress, as it highlighted her skin tone.

“Mr Backwoods?" She asked with a smile, I nodded as I quickly stood up to pull the chair opposite mine back a little and heard her mutter a silent thank you, before I made my way back to my seat.

“Yeah," I heard myself croak out, before I quickly cleared my throat and took a sip of the water in front of me.

“It's nice to meet you, Mr Backwoods," She smirked at me, her eyes dragging over my figure from across the table. The pleasure is all mine.

“Uh.. yeah, nice to meet you too. Should I call the waiter now, or do you have anything to say before we eat?” I asked, adjusting myself in my seat.

“Let's order out food first, I'm very hungry," She replied and I seemed to have underestimated how hungry she was, because half an hour later our table was filled with different delicacies that I feared that I would not be able to finish myself.

However my Fiance seemed to know exactly what she was ordering, I watched in shock as she wolfed down more than half of the food that she had ordered. After our table was cleared, I watched my Fiance pat her stomach with a satisfied expression on her face. She didn't even seem to be embarrassed about wolfing down the food that about four adult men wouldn't be able to consume in one seating.

I started to wonder how she was still able to maintain her figure if this was how she ate, or was she trying to scare me? By eating a large amount of food? Cute.

“Soo, Miss Morrison, now that you've eaten, pray tell me why daddy dearest wants us to meet tonight," I said, my eyes watching her every expression from the slight twitching of her eyes to the pursing of her lips.

“I have no idea, Mr Backwoods, I thought you were the one that asked to meet with me when my father mentioned it. You should call me Avery by the way, Miss Morrison makes me feel a little uneasy," She said, leaning forward to rest on the table as she kept her gaze locked on mine.

“Alright, Avery, you can call me Aiden too. How about we talk about our living arrangements after our marriage? I don't like people invading my privacy if you must know,” I stated, keeping my eyes on hers only for her to roll them at me.

“Do I look like someone who invaded people's privacy? I wasn't the one who suggested getting married to you, that was between you and my Father,” She said, rolling her eyes at me with an annoyed expression.

"Touché. Let's start this conversation again, shall we? What do you expect from our marriage?" I asked, a little interested in knowing what she thought about getting married to me.

" Nothing much, it's a business arrangement, after all. I wouldn't expect you to fall on your knees now and propose to me with an engagement ring," She said, wiggling her brows at me suggestively. She was right, I didn't think to get her an engagement ring.

" How romantic," I replied, a little smile playing on my lips.

" I guess that makes it two of us who aren't really excited about this arrangement, but I wonder why you agreed to get married to me, a woman who got divorced by her husband and has a bad reputation," She said, gesturing towards some women seated at a corner in the restaurant trying their best to act normal as they threw interested glances at us as they whispered between themselves.

"Sometimes, I also wonder why, I guess it's all for the business, huh?" I said, ignoring those women alongside other people that were looking at us.

"Everything I do is for my family, Mr Backwoods besides you're... what word would I use? Acceptable," She said as she mimicked the gesture of thinking as she used her thumb and index fingers to rub her jaw.

"Acceptable? Damn!" I said with a laugh, I'd never had a woman refer to me as being accepted, ever.

"Don't let it get into your head, Aiden, I can tolerate you at best," She replied, looking at me with an almost uninterested look.

"Hmm, and what do you think our marriage would entail, aside from the business and family aspects?" I asked, curiously.

" I think we'll both do well maintaining separate bedrooms and living our own lives since you dislike people 'invading your privacy'," She stressed, as she quoted the words with her fingers.

"Separate bedrooms, huh? You're that desperate to keep me at arms length? I thought that I was accepted, why are we considering having separate bedrooms?" I asked.

"I'm being realistic, if you don't want your privacy to be invaded like you said I'd like to have my own room, far away from yours if that's possible," Her gaze locked on mine as she said those words and I knew that she was being honest. She probably didn't want to jump into any marriage after the one she had experienced.

The alarm I set earlier before coming to the meeting rang and I turned it off. I stood up while nodding at her before saying,"I have a meeting right now, but I'll make sure to prepare your own room. Here's my number, you can call or text me if you have any other things you want to tell me. See you at our wedding wifey "

I stepped out and took a deep breath at the entrance of the hotel, before quickly making my way to my car. I brought out my phone to call my assistant to get me a catalogue for wedding rings. If I couldn't get her an engagement ring, I would need to put some effort into getting our wedding rings.

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