DANIEL'S POV.My dad was still very much mad at me. He wasn't taking my calls and he hadn't said a word about our argument, according to what Mum said. It was like he had completely shut me out of his life, and was waiting for me to do something to impress him.I really couldn't think of anything to impress him with. According to Clara I was supposed to give it sometime before I introduced my potential wife to him, and that was going to take me about a month. She was right by the way, I couldn't just suddenly bring a girl to him, after telling him times without number that I didn't want a relationship. My dad was smart and he'd have caught the joke immediately if I tried.So, the relationship stunt was out of the picture. I needed something that would make him see how ready I was, but he was being too stubborn.I was swirling around on my chair when Clara stepped in with a blonde chick behind her. Clara was dressed in a hot pink professional dress while the Blondie was in a black not
DANIEL'S POV.I was in my office, arranging some files when a surprise text message made my phone buzz. It was from Bianca. I made a mental note to block her after that.Bianca: Hello handsome. I sneered. What had suddenly come over her? I wished our last conversation would've been able to spell it out that I didn't give a damn about her or what she did. It was fun while it lasted.Me: what is it Bianca?I'd started sorting out some important files I needed when another message came. I was so pissed, I dumped the files and they got mixed up again. Shit.Bianca: I'm sorry for my behaviour.What the fuck was wrong with her? She couldn't possibly have been apologising just so we could get back together, could she?Bianca: I hope we can meet soon and straighten things out.Me: There's nothing to straighten out. We're over and I'm sorry for how I treated you.I wasn't actually sorry, but I needed her to leave me the hell alone. Her name popped on the screen again and I groaned so loudly,
JESSICA'S POV.I'd been feeling stuffed and sick of Mr Snider's big ass house, so after I was done with my cleaning in the house, I made up my mind to take a trip. Check out the environment and maybe try to make some new friends. You never know where you could find someone that might be willing to help you out.I chose a black t-shirt and some form fitting jeans that were kind of faded, having Mr Snider's comment about my choice of dressing in mind. When I was sure I looked decent and approachable, I took my bag and ventured out.I walked around the busy streets, staring at job adverts and interesting places until my eyes landed on a park. My feet moved me towards it before I could even second guess going over there. I took a seat on a bench and was about to start munching on a sandwich I packed on my way when my eyes locked on a hungry looking cat at the corner of a tree in front of me.I always had a soft spot for animals and cats especially. Back in the orphanage I'd volunteered to
DANIEL'S POV.I finally got a call from home to come for dinner and although it was what I'd been wishing for, I felt uneasy as I drove to my parent's house. It was like I couldn't think of anything, but the possibility of me ruining things completely with my dad and ending up a useless broke puppet.As I parked into the garage, I tried to steady my heart by placing my hand over it and saying a prayer for everything to work out, like Mum used to do in the past. She used to tell me to do that whenever I felt scared or couldn't take my mind of something upsetting, and I used to laugh at her, saying it was nonsense. It actually helped me a bit as I did it now. I felt kind of relieved of the tension in my body.I rang the bell and Rita the maid opened it with a large smile on her face. She studied my appearance for a while before pulling me in for a bear hug and I hugged her back. Rita was like my second Mum back when I was younger, she'd been working with my family ever since I was a lit
DANIEL'S POV.The deal was officially sealed. I had to find a girl to pose as Melissa as soon as possible, the bad thing was whoever it was would've also had to be my wife. I still had no idea who it would be even two days later.After debating over it in my mind for several hours, I finally got the leading to approach Jessica. I took a quick shower, put on comfortable clothes and even used my favourite cologne. I wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible.It was when I got downstairs that I realised Jessica was still in her room despite it being nine in the morning. That was so unlike her, she usually got up by seven am prompt. She wasn't in the kitchen or any other room, but her bedroom lights were on when I got there.I took a deep breath before knocking. It took a second knock for her to open up the door and the look on her face had me worried. Her eyes were puffy and she had dark circles, like someone who was dealing with a whole lot of shit or maybe even doing drugs. I hoped
JESSICA'S POV.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling fan as my mind kept replaying what Mr Snider had said. He'd offered me a once in a lifetime opportunity to come out of my poverty and I should've been jumping at it, but for some reason I couldn't. It was wrong no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise.The first problem was that I didn't like him even a little bit. He was a playboy and a jerk, and whether real or fake, I didn't want such a man for a husband. He would give me a lot of headache and maybe heartaches if he continued his womanising ways even after we were married.The second problem was, I didn't truly know him and his family. He might think they'd like me, but what if they wouldn't? What would he say when he finds out that I was a drug dealer and a crazy powerful asshole was now tracking my every move because of his money I stole? And the last problem was, I didn't like the idea of spending five or four years with a guy like him. I couldn't even imagin
JESSICA'S POV.How on earth was I supposed to explain to my boss that I was being harassed by a drug dealer at his balcony in his house? It seemed like everything was working to ruin my image with Mr Snider. First I was rude to him when we bumped into each other, then I stumbled forward and grabbed his junk, then I refused his marriage proposal, and now he was currently trying to negotiate with Jonathan to bail me out of his trouble."So I've made the transfer. You can leave now," Mr Snider held his phone up to Jonathan's face to show him the transaction receipt, all the while not looking at me. I couldn't tell if he was pissed at me or Jonathan. I had a feeling it was both of us.I really had no ideas how I should've felt about him paying the money for me. It was like on one hand I felt relieved like a bucket of ice was poured over my heated body, and then on the other it was like I was nervous about what he'll ask for in return. I didn't believe he'd pay a huge sum like that for me
DANIEL'S POV.I didn't understand why I still left the offer open for Jessica even after what I found out yesterday, and Schumann felt the same."And then she said yes?" Schumann questioned for the third time now. "I'm not trying to be a hater but don't you think that girl is suspicious?""No, I don't think so," Clara shook her head, with her red painted lips still still on the straw in her grape juice. Disgusting. "I spent some time chatting with her that day she came for the interview and she seemed very nice. I think she just got into the wrong hands because of poverty."We all decided to meet up to discuss on the Jessica issue and found this cocktail shop called, Fruitina. So here we all are, discussing the qualities of my future contract wife, Jessica Cooper. It's shocking right? You probably gasped, but Jessica had accepted my proposal on the first offer yesterday. It was like she'd gotten tired of fighting off whatever kept her from accepting it, and just decided to go for it.