CH 6: Conditions

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After replying to his message I went back to my room to review some articles, which I needed to submit by Monday.

Though it was the weekend, it's never actually a weekend for me. Reviewing, editing, and at times rewriting the whole content, is how I usually spend holidays or work from home day.

But today was something different. My thoughts were playing ice hockey in my head, passing the ball from one thought to another, making it incredibly hard for me to concentrate.

It went from the thought of grandpa all the way to Ryan, then jumping to the articles that had to review. I had somehow managed to complete most of my tasks by five-thirty (though I had listed most of them for later.)

I hurried to take a shower, knowing that it would take about 20 minutes to reach the dinner place.

Is it a dinner or a date? Or a dinner date.

I wondered while taking shower. You know when a person becomes mad he/she has all varieties of weird thoughts when he should actually be thinking of some ways to suicide.

I completely became mad.

Getting out of the shower I moved to my closet and after wasting most of my time searching for a perfect dress I ended up wearing the dress which I had first chosen. It was a perfect black one-piece dress, which landed just above my knees, with the cut not so deep it was comfortable to wear. “I don't want to look like a slut”, I whispered to myself while looking at the mirror.

“You can do it, Rose, for grandpa” I repeated as I put on some red lipstick then curled my hair down. I borrowed black heels from Jane when it was time for me to get to the restaurant. I took a taxi which drove me five minutes before the actual appointment time, but as I went inside, I saw Mr. Scott already sitting and waiting for me.

RYAN

I saw her coming, then looked at the time and smirked.

“So she's the punctual type” I whispered to myself.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting one-piece. Its length is just above the knees while isn't too deep, which I wish to be.

God! She again looked good. The less she tries the more she ends up seducing me. Her lips were coated with red, and I had to bite my own to stay in control.

I stood up from my seat and offered a hand for a shake. She looked at me with her fire-gazing eyes and then sat down, completely ignoring my pitty hand. I smirk. Thinking that was pretty expected of her to do.

“So, Miss Bell is really punctual” I started a conversation.

“Yeah, I guess, the same goes for you,” she said. Her gaze killing now as if asking me to back off. But instead making me hot.

I was about to ask her about her answer when a waitress came to our table.

“What would Mr. Scott take?” she smiled at me and bend a little down showing off her cleavage.

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I could see that her top two buttons were open and her chest looked a size bigger than mine. As she bent to ask him order, I turned my head to the other side. “Pervert” a whisper involuntarily escaped my mouth— luckily not loud enough for him to hear.

RYAN

Instead of looking at the waitress' cleavage my eyes automatically moved to see her reaction. She turned her head to the other side, and with her expression, it was clear that she regarded me as a pervert.

“You can ask my fiancee” I signaled at her and smirked after giving my order.

I could see how dumbstruck her expression became and it took a moment for her to speak

“I'll have whatever Mr. Scott is having” she smiled at the waitress while gazing at me.

“So what have you decided, Miss Bell?” I asked her with an expression that suppressed my impatience.

“What if I say before giving my answer, I want you to answer some of my questions?” Now, this was a diplomatic smile, covering her expression. Again she looked so confident in her tone rather than the challenging one. She had planned to offend me.

“Anything you ask, my lady” I passed a smile.

"So, why do you want ME to be your wife?" She asked me as if cursing. Her words looked like arrows striking my heart.

Cause I want you. I said in my mind when in actuality said “cause my parents will really like you, they don't want to have a slut in their house who is only after my money” I replied with a calm expression.

She paused for a moment, as if analyzing the situation in her head, then spoke "How can you conclude that I'm not a slut?" She raised her eyebrows while questioning.

You sure are, but for only me.

“Cause you aren't seducing me”

I said trying to conceal my perverted thoughts when clearly she was a pill of drugs for me.

She nodded at my answer and then continued “But what if I say no?” she said, putting a straight arrow in my heart.

Ouch! Did I say it hurt?

“Then I guess I don't have anything other than to stay single” I smirked “But before that may I ask the reason for that”

“Fine !!” She said looking straight into my eyes, but before I could say anything, she continued “I agree to be your contracted wife”

I stared at her in shock, preventing my jaw from dropping. Did I hear it correctly?

I didn’t expect it to be that easy. I had come up with all sorts of ways to convince and even argue but she, guess she always manages to shock me.

“But I have some conditions!” Now, this was more like her.

And that is how our story started.

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