For the first few of the ride, they shared a comfortable silence. They'd glance at each other for a minute and then take their eyes off each other. The next time Aria stared at him, she took in his outfit. He was dressed in jeans trouser, button down black and white shortsleeves and leather footwear. Simple outfit, yet he looked breathtaking, Aria thought.The way he focused on the road ahead of him without attempting to make any light conversation startled her. He wasn't usually like this, perhaps he was feeling tense about the dinner as well and silence was the best way he could handle it but she didn't want to be silent. She looked out the window as they drove past buildings, observing the people who walked to and fro. She saw a tall girl that had come from a makeup holding up her phone in a selfie and she wondered Robert knew she couldn't do her makeup herself. She turned to face him. "How'd you even know?"He stared at her briefly. "Uhm?""That I can't even make myself up to sav
Roughly five minutes later, she heard a knock at the door, causing her to startle. She quickly dabbed the wet stain on her gown while taking a deep breath. Then Aria proceeded to open the door, her heart thumping hard against her rib cage, mainly because she was unfamiliar with the environment. With shaky heads, she bent the handle of the door.Her eyes darted towards the person in front of her. It was the man from earlier on—the one who had bumped into her—stretching a handkerchief towards her. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words died in her throat as she took in his high cheekbones, which cast a shadow on his stubble. His face held a blank expression.Wordlessly, she grabbed the offer. Even though she had already cleaned herself up, she couldn't find the words to decline. She felt obliged to accept this act of kidness. Once she did so, he turned around, taking calculated steps that exuded confidence back into the club. Involuntarily, she held the handkerchief toward
"Are you okay?" Robert tapped her shoulders, dragging Aria from her train of thoughts."Yeah." She slightly jerked her body, sitting upright and adjusting her mind to the present. "We're here already." Now, she noticed that the car had stopped moving and they must have arrived at their destination. "Mind sharing with me what must have occupied your mind? Cos you definitely weren't on earth anymore." Robert said in a light manner."It's nothing," the lie flew from her lips. "I was just thinking about the dinner.""Now that's something you don't have to worry about that much.""Yeah, we've done our part by rehearsing." Aria shrugged trying to conceal her morbid anxiety.Robert took his free hand off the steering wheel with a small smile playing on his lips. "You say it like we're rehearsing for a movie role.""Aren't we?" "Not exactly, if you'd ask me.""We're pretending to be in love—""With a slight modification of how we got married.""Yeah." Aria's cautious eyes trained around the
They were on their way to Robert's family house.Although Aria looked gorgeous as ever, her heart was a raging storm because she couldn't help but think and play out the worst scenarios on how the event might go. A bad habit that glued itself to her like a second skin.She looked beautiful, at least that could help them repress any disinterest they had towards her.She scanned through her mind for any amusing memory that could distract her but she couldn't.She looked over to Robert, he looked calm as he trained his eyes on the steering wheel. After he complimented her and she replied, he waited for her to come downstairs and they instinctively started walking towards the door. As he opened the door for her again to step inside the car, she felt something warm spread around the chest mixed with the anxiety of the impending event. Why was he acting like this towards her? Was he beginning to like her or he simply started taking the acting so seriously? No matter what, they were bound
"Aria, I'm talking to you." Robert's father said, his gaze sliding from Robert to her. She gave a small smile. She was well aware that she had to answer his questions as concisely as possible. According to Robert, he hated beating around the bush—he preferred answers that were straight to the point. "My dad is late, but my mom is aware, and of course she approves of it." Her stomach twisted at the lie she had told; she hadn't even told her mom about Robert. Talk more about their business together. She knew her mother would be disappointed in her, not because, due to her need for money, she went ahead to make this kind of deal with him, but because she deliberately hid it from her because she feared her mother's reaction when she would hear the circumstances under which she meant Robert."I'm sorry about your father's death." He replied, his eyes filled with concern. It was the first time his expression had shifted from a formal, straight look,
As she watched Robert's retreating figure disappear, she drew her hair backwards and faced an apologetic smile. "If you'd excuse me, please, I have to go."She walked briskly, climbing up the stairs, finding herself in a passage. She knocked on the first door, opening it to the room he had entered. She stepped into it, scanning her eyes wide in search of him. She took in the room; it was neatly arranged, and a smell of something putrid she couldn't quite place, maybe weed, lingered in the air. Robert wasn't in view, and he didn't smoke, so she had to leave here as soon as possible.Her curiosity got the best of her when her legs trudged toward the bedside, her heels clicking against the tiles. She walked towards the room, which was neatly laid with sparkling white bedspread and clothed pilows with the same white lined themselves horizontally near the headboard. Her eyes darted towards the table lamp next to the bed. Atop it was a lighter andThe door bolte
"When are you ever going to be ready to talk about it?" Aria asked, hoping he'd change his mind and just don't tell her what she needed to know about the Becky situation instead of start racking her brain to come up with possible theories."Why do you care? Isn't this just a business to you like it is to me?" Robert raised his tone like anger was stored inside of him, and she was startled because she had not expected him to act like that. But she wasn't going to show him that his words had hit her like bullets because that would only make him know that he had some sort of power over her and she wasn't really for that kind of relationship with him.She folded her arms below her chest. "It's not that serious; I just wanted to know, and to answer your question, yes, this is just a business between the both of us.""Good," he responded, then thinned his lips as if to prevent him from saying the remaining words that he had left unsaid."
When she came out of the bathroom, he had already changed the sheets and replaced them with a new sparkling one, and she had also taken the drugs he had given her. The pain had subsided a little bit. His head tilted in her direction when he noticed that she had come out. He was standing, scanning for clothes he could give her as she was still in the white towel."You look white," she said."Yeah, I do... It's one of my favorites." He answered, staring at her in scrutiny. You wouldn't blame him because the last time he saw Aria, she had been writhing in pain. The way he stared at him made her extremely conscious, and she wondered how much of this feeling she would have to endure since they would be staying together throughout the night."It seems like you feel better now." It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded, affirming him."So this," he said to her, stretching a pair of biker shorts and singlets to her.