ArcherAfter a long day at work and a lavish dinner, I’m driving Ruby home again. I hate this part of my day, having to leave her after spending the whole day with her. I’ve become used to her presence; when she’s not there in my arms at night, I don’t sleep well.Our wedding is in less than two months, and we still haven’t found a place that suits us. We’ve decided to be patient instead of just picking any building. I’ll continue staying in the penthouse for now, though.When I get to a red light, I stop and look at my girl. She looks deep in thought, no doubt cross-checking her to-do list. These past few weeks of shadowing her have exposed me to another side of her – a shrewd businesswoman and a compassionate boss. Ruby is passionate and intentional about the family business. Looking at her, one would expect a diva who shops, parties, and just spends unnecessary money. Ruby is anything but that, and any father would be proud to have her as a daughter.When the red light turns green,
Ruby Not long after the elevator closes behind Archer, Sophia comes strutting out in a short singlet. She goes straight to the fridge and brings out an orange juice, pouring herself a cup.I’m curious about why she doesn’t like me, but I’m not in a hurry to find out or try to be friends with her. It’s crazy how she looks so perfect just waking up from sleep while I probably look like a madwoman.I feel self-conscious enough that I try to pat my hair down without calling attention to myself. After that, I continue eating, waiting to see what she’ll do next.She puts the juice back in the fridge, then turns to where Archer’s unfinished breakfast is. She picks up the fork and takes a small piece of egg and puts it in her mouth. She does this slowly, and when the fork is in her mouth, she moans and swirls it, bringing out her tongue to play with its tines.“What’s wrong with you? Why would you do that?” I ask, feeling disgusted.She shrugs and laughs, maniacally. “You wouldn’t understand
Archer“Sophie, get off of me,” I say sternly, then push her off me. The last thing I want is for Ruby to come home and find her like this.When I came back from the meeting, I was welcomed by loud music coming from Sophie’s room. Jordan had opted to stay back to finalize some arrangements. I could tell that Ruby wasn’t in. I tried calling her on my way back, but she didn’t pick up, so I sent her a text.I walked to Sophia’s room to tell her to turn the music down. I didn’t wait for her to reply; I turned and walked to my room. I dropped my jacket on the bed and was taking off my tie when Sophie entered behind me.The next thing I know, she’s pushing me onto the bed and sitting on me.“I never made any promises like that to you. I might have mentioned that I didn’t want Ruby, but that was before I met her. That was before I found out that you were sleeping with your neighbor,” I say, disgusted with her attitude.She stands up and tucks her hair behind her ear. Wearing a transparent sa
ArcherI lie in bed, contemplating the recent revelation: Ruby doesn't want me. The reasons for our unraveling connection remain unknown. How can she choose a man who readily accepted her father's money over me? What went wrong?The idea of confronting her crosses my mind, but I dismiss it. From her tone, it seems she's already made up her mind. Why should I fight for someone who no longer desires me? I feel the need for a drink.Leaving my room, I shoot an angry glance at Ruby's door. In the living room, I find Jordan and Sophia watching a movie. "You're back," I remark while pouring myself a drink."Yeah, came back this afternoon," Jordan replies, his wet, curly hair suggesting he just showered. "Everything go as planned?" I inquire."Yup," he answers, raising his eyebrows at me as I take a hearty sip of whiskey. "Is everything okay?" he asks.I notice Sophia peeking up, likely waiting for me to spill. I don't want her to know about the issues between Ruby and me. "Why wouldn't it b
RubyAfter days of ignoring Archer and giving him the cold shoulder, I’ve noticed a change. He no longer waits for me in the morning or checks up on me at lunch. Archer has simply stopped, and even though I haven’t been receptive, it still hurts.As I lie on my bed this evening after a hectic day at work, my mind drifts back to a recent conversation I had with Ethel on the phone.“What?” She exclaims after I recount the entire story. “I’m going to kill him.”I laugh, knowing how fierce Ethel can be.“I’m so sorry you’re stuck in this, Ruby. Can’t you get out of this wedding? Surely Papa will see reason,” she sympathizes with me.“When you consider that moving in with him months before the wedding all but compromises me, and the importance of the shipping lines he’s bringing with him, we need him, Ethel,” I say softly, rubbing my temple as a headache looms.“Shit, I’m so sorry, Rubes,” she says.“Sometimes, I wish I never agreed to this wedding, Ethel,” I admit, my heart breaking all o
ArcherToday is my wedding day. My hand shakes as I try to knot my bowtie.The last few weeks have been dreadful. Giving Ruby space when all I want to do is shake her until she tells me why she changed. Why did she want Diavolo instead of me? What went wrong?But the fear of losing her and chasing her away has kept me calm since. Once we get married, she can’t run away. She will be mine. Then we will thrash out any differences between us, and I’ll make her forget all about Diavolo.“Bro.” Jordan knocks, then steps in. He looks good in his tuxedo, as my best man, he had to.“Mom just called; they are at the venue already,” he says, walking up to me to help me knot my tie.I inhale deeply and exhale. Jordan’s parents and younger siblings arrived last night for my wedding. Other than them, I won’t have any family members on my side.After my mom ran away with the gardener when I was three, my father cut away every connection between us and her family, the few that were left.I don’t know
RubySitting in the limo in my custom-made wedding dress, perfect hair and makeup, I try not to throw up. My hands are sweaty, and my heart is beating fast—so fast that I’m surprised no one can hear it.When Ethel arrived yesterday, I went to the airport to wait for her. Her husband, Anthony, is such a darling because he let us go alone, probably figuring out that we needed some girl time.“So, what’s the plan?” Ethel asks as she stirs her iced tea with her straw.“Unfortunately, there isn’t one,” I reply.“Damn.” She curses, then drinks her tea.“You’re a duchess now; you’re not alone to swear,” I inform her.Ethel laughs, “Before I became a duchess, I was my own person.”“Indeed,” I raise my iced tea and take a sip.“I thought maybe I should confront Archer about his relationship with Sophia and tell him to call off the wedding. But I know he wouldn’t. Besides, he needs me as much as I need his shipping lines. There will be no calling off the wedding.”I think we should call off the
ArcherGetting drunk after being jilted was a good idea this afternoon. When the taxi driver drops me at the hotel later that night, with my head spinning, I can’t remember why it was a good idea in the first place.I stagger to the hotel door and open it. It’s late in the night, and the reception is almost empty.I’m walking to the elevator when I almost fall down.I close my eyes to orient myself, and when I open them, I see black heels stopping in front of me.I raise my head and follow those black heels to the face of the wearer. A petite woman with a slender frame, black hair, and black eyes. She’s wearing a smile and looks so familiar. But for the life of me, I can’t remember where I’ve met her before. My drunk ass was too tired to stress my brain.“Hello, Archer,” she says.“Do I know you?” I ask, genuinely curious.“Surely you must have seen pictures of me while growing up?” She asks, sounding surprised.“Why would I? Are you a famous person?” I retort.“No. I’m your mother.”