2...Fuck you...

{Jason}

I waited patiently for the girl sitting in front of me to give a satisfying reply. Her mouth was slightly unclosed, bringing my attention to it for a brief second before returning my gaze to her eyes which were kinda like a gem shining at me through her glasses.

"You want me to be your wife" she said slowly. I could see she was trying to study me.

"Exactly." I replied sharply.

"So, wait." She gently pushed back her glasses with her fingers "I don't know shits about you and you don't know me from Adam, but then, you just suddenly wants me to be your wife?"

"Yes"

"Yes?" She repeated questioningly, widening her eyes at me.

I wanted to give an immediate response but I hesitated. My eyes went straight to her through her glasses. Something tells me this girl is just very suitable for the fake marriage.

She laughed for the nth time today, I mean, I've lost count on how many times she showed her pearly, straight teeth in a smile or laugh today.

"You know what I just want you to tell me now?" She said in between laughs. "I just want you to tell me you're kidding"

I tilted my head "Well, I can't tell you that"

"No, you have to. Like, come on, man! You really have got to be kidding me" she said loudly.

I looked around the cafe before ordering sternly;

"Lower the volume of your damn voice"

"You don't expect that to be easy right after you just told me that you want me to be your wife" Her voice was still loud.

"Its a job" I stated with a firm tone.

"A jo....." she trailed off to bring out a short humourless laugh "A job!" She chuckled dryly again before a frown made it's way to her face. "And what normal man views that as a job? Come on, that can't be called a job"

My lips parted, and I blinked once. Did she just throw an insult at me? By asking me what normal man views that as a job?

"Are you saying I'm abnormal?" I questioned aloud, annoyance evident in my tone.

"I never said that" She said immediately "But a normal man won't view marriage as a job" She mumbled, gesticulating with her hands as she talked.

And that was another insult. I clenched my fist tightly at my side but controlled my body to look relaxed on the chair. "I hate insults" I told her under my breath.

"Oh" She clicked her tongue "Good for you"

"You better watch your mouth young lady" I warned "You should be grateful I'm offering you a job like this" I said calmly.

She rose her brows "Really?" Her tone was slow.

"Yes, really. A lot of girls would die to get this job" I said with a glare.

She sat forward, placing her hands on the table. "Oh really now?"

I could get a clearer view of her eyes. They were really blue, moderately big and to be honest, they were beautiful.

"Why didn't you tell those girls dying to get the job to be your wife huh?" She asked, returning my glare. "I bet you have a lot of girls at hand, huh?"

"They are not suitable for the position" I answered and another laughter escaped her lips. She was getting on my nerves, adding more to the annoyance I feel.

"And...." There was a sassy smile playing on her lips "What makes them not suitable for the position?"

I clenched my jaw "You don't have to know"

"No, I wanna know" She said immediately.

"They can't abide by the rules" I answered.

She rose a brow "What rules?"

"My rules" I replied.

"Your rules" She repeated in a calm tone. She pressed a finger on her glasses, looking interested in the conversation. Maybe she will agree to this after all. She can't just turn this down. I don't want her to as that won't be good for someone like me with power, wealth and control. No girl ever turned me down, she's not gonna be the first.

"And what rules are we talking about here?" She asked, looking very curious.

"They are simple" I shrugged and I noticed her gaze went to my shoulders before returning back to my face "Being secretive, humble, managing feelings...."

She interrupted me "Managing feelings?"

"Yeah"

She stared at me, expecting an explanation.

"My wife can't fall in love with me no matter what happens" I said in simple words.

"And if she does?" She asked, her face showing how eager she was for an answer.

"We are ending the marriage immediately. I can't deal with someone having feelings for me in a marriage that should be strictly based on contract and duties"

"Duties?"

God, I never knew her inquisitive side was so strong.

"She must perform her wifely duties perfectly" I said, studying her and knew she was gonna ask more questions.

"What kind of duties?"

"Attending business parties with me, pretending to love me when we are out there, acting like the woman of my house to place it in order, help throw parties and...." I was getting tired of explaining "and so many other things"

"So uhm...." she paused to exhale "I'm curious now" she chewed her lips, looking a bit nervous "Does the wife duties involve...." she paused again but her hands were making demonstration "You know?" She cleared her throat, still demonstrating. Her right hand making a hole and the other finger going right into the hole. "When the man's thing enters the woman's thing...."

I rose a brow. I guess she mistook my expression as confusion, so she continued. "A man's long thing going into a woman's thing, I mean the man's organ does not necessarily have to be so long, but when it just enters that uhm..." she twisted her lips, thinking of a word to use "enters that hole"

I scratched the side of my forehead, tempted to smile as I clearly understood what she meant with that rushed explanation.

"You know what I'm saying, right?"

"Sex" I said bluntly, making her face go all red.

"You don't have to be so blunt" she avoided eye contact with me for a second. "This was the time I wished you'd just gave me your simple nod"

I hummed.

"So is your wife gonna be doing that too?" She asked, obviously eager for an answer.

"Well...." I shrugged "That depends on if she wants that as part of her duty" I answered making her curve up her lips in irritation.

"So if she wants it, you're gonna go for it"

"Yeah, without questions" I looked deep into her eyes "I love sex"

She coughed out loudly, her face turning red. "You don't have to tell me that" Her voice was squeaky.

"I should let you know." I said immediately "And I should also let you know that I can't keep fucking a girl for the rest of my life. That is eternal torture"

"So wait, hold on a sec, you are not gonna be sleeping with your wife alone?" She asked, her face still red, but I could see some anger deep in her eyes even through the glasses.

"Yeah, I can't do that" I simply answered.

"And..." she tilted her head "If your wife does not want it from you at all?" She asked.

"Want what?" I asked even when I clearly knew she was talking about sex.

She stared at me, her face so red. She pushed back her glasses and looked away briefly. It's kinda amusing how sex topic embarrasses her.

"You mean sex" I inputed bluntly "If she does not want sex from me?"

She nodded slowly.

I ran my tongue over my lower lip briefly. "I'm not gonna force her"

She adjusted her glasses for the nth time and sighed before making a remark "This is a crazy job."

"It's not too crazy" I mumbled, rolling my eyes nonchalantly.

She threw me a glare "Are you serious right now?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I answered back with a question.

She muttered a 'of course not' and sighed. "I can't go into a loveless marriage"

"Its a fake marriage, not something real and you even get bonuses" I said persuasively.

She stared at me with parted lips before scoffing loudly "And you still think I really wanna do it?"

I narrowed my eyes, studying her. Even through the glasses, I could see that her eyes had turned ferocious.

"Wait, you don't want the job?" I asked, finding it hard to believe she'd say no to the offer.

"A girl in her right senses will not accept this freaking marriage and call it a job!" Her voice had turned very hard.

"Stop being dramatic about this for fucks sake, people do this thing!" I whisper yelled.

"And I am not one of those people" She retorted sharply, her eyes getting harder. I almost didn't her recognize as the girl beaming at me minutes ago.

"You can't turn this job down" I whispered harshly looking around to check if had not gained unnecessary attention. "You really have to take it, you need the money and imagine the respect and connection you're gonna have in the business world when you become my wife"

She made a sound close to a scoff "You're talking like I don't actually have a choice"

"Come on!" I spread my hands on the table "You're a girl in desperate need of money, and I presented an easy way for you. If anything, I think you should be grateful, especially if you know who I am"

"I don't fucking care about who you are, dude"

I brought my head foward, looking more serious than ever "You. Should. Care" I said in whispers, drawling out each word.

"You know what?" She smiled sweetly, shaking her head slowly and when I thought she would say 'I'll be your wife', she said instead; "Fuck you!" Her smile wiped off after the curse. She rose from the seat, picked her bag "Fuck your job!" she turned around and I could hear her last curse before she finally walked off. "Fuck the marriage! And go to hell!"

And just like that, she started to walk out of the cafe, anger evident all over her face and clear in each steps she took.

Wait, is she really walking out on me?

Man, She is.

She just walked out on me.

Fuck.