Chapter 9 Marriage contract with the billionaire
Hope beads my skin like dew on spring grass. I feel it radiating in to soothe my blood. If forms such perfect spheres, each one is like a tiny world of its own but I'm optimistic and that's the best I can say as I match into the magnificent skyscraper that is Sebastian's office.
Hope beads my skin like dew on spring grass. I feel it radiating in to soothe my blood. If forms such perfect spheres, each one is like a tiny world of its own but I'm optimistic and that's the best I can say as I match into the magnificent skyscraper that is Sebastian's office.
I can feel myself oozing confidence as I stepped into the corporate world of my husband-to-be to sign what binds us together, what unites our marriage of convenience. He wants a transactional bride to fuel his status and qualify him in the business world.
I'm draped in a long black blazer that stopped right at the middle of my thighs.
Ever since Sebastian texted me to show up first thing in the morning on Friday morning at his workplace to finalize deals and to get legal backings to our contract.
"It is fine, I'm just glad you came in when you did." I mouthed while eyeing the space.
There is a great panoramic view from the interview room, the city lights, and the tall towers of glass as if we are watching the future happening.
"Alright, what can I offer you, Cecelia?" He pulled a chair for me to settle in.
My heart warmed at his sweet gestures.
"Thank you, Sebastian." I smiled at him.
He stood there in this aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor, one who could take his under-exercised and over-indulged form and make him a figure of power.
The business suit was as crisp as a mint banknote and dyed to a uniform shade of bleak grey.
He looked squeaky clean and his masculine perfume, aftershave scent, and oils made his delicious signatory scent waft through the air and I slowly breathed in, registering and committing it to memory.
"Welcome to my little space." He smiled at me the moment he sat before me on his office chair. There was a Mac book before him, a small container holding several pens and markers were carefully placed on the huge mahogany desk.
"Trust me, this place ain't small, Sebastian." I smiled when I saw his deeply rooted dimples flashing at me.
"Thanks for the compliments, regardless." He fumbled with a file on his desk. "So I have prepared the paperwork beforehand and I want you to tell me if there is anything you would like me to include before signing."
I collected the smooth file and glanced through the pages, reading and leaving nothing unturned. It contained exactly what we had discussed at his penthouse.
"It is perfect." I grabbed a pen and flicked it several times, rereading the terms and conditions. "I have no objections," I added.
"Thank you so much for doing this." He cracked his knuckles. His eyes glanced between me and the paperwork before me.
He collected it when I handed it over, he eyed where I had my signature input before signing it too.
"So I guess it is official then, we are getting married tomorrow." I flashed him a toothy grin.
"It is you I should be thanking for accepting to do something as insane as marrying a man who you do not love." He shifted in his seat. "We should be preparing though and getting our stories straight because my mom is a tough nut to crack."
"Yes, I was about to bring that up. It will be awkward spilling two different stories about how we met especially since I will be meeting with your family soon." I said.
"What the hell is going on here, son?" A woman in a burgundy smartly tailored business gown shrieked as she stepped into the office.
"Speak of the devil." He muttered.
"Mom, meet the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, Cecelia Johnson." He stood up abruptly and I copied his stance.
"Mom, meet your future daughter-in-law." He pouted and swallowed.
The woman had a frown on. She was insanely beautiful and young like she was in her mid-forties. I guess that is what money does to people, make them look younger.
This woman was curvaceous with straight blonde hair that was curled at the tips. Her heels were six inches high and she had on a Birkin hanging loosely on her elbow. In all, she looked like a freaking model covered in expensive designers that just finished a photo shoot.
Hope beods my skin like dew on spring gross. I feel it rodioting in to soothe my blood. If forms such perfect spheres, eoch one is like o tiny world of its own but I'm optimistic ond thot's the best I con soy os I motch into the mognificent skyscroper thot is Sebostion's office.
I con feel myself oozing confidence os I stepped into the corporote world of my husbond-to-be to sign whot binds us together, whot unites our morrioge of convenience. He wonts o tronsoctionol bride to fuel his stotus ond quolify him in the business world.
I'm droped in o long block blozer thot stopped right ot the middle of my thighs.
Ever since Sebostion texted me to show up first thing in the morning on Fridoy morning ot his workploce to finolize deols ond to get legol bockings to our controct.
"It is fine, I'm just glod you come in when you did." I mouthed while eyeing the spoce.
There is o greot ponoromic view from the interview room, the city lights, ond the toll towers of gloss os if we ore wotching the future hoppening.
"Alright, whot con I offer you, Cecelio?" He pulled o choir for me to settle in.
My heort wormed ot his sweet gestures.
"Thonk you, Sebostion." I smiled ot him.
He stood there in this oristocrotic cutting lines of o greot toilor, one who could toke his under-exercised ond over-indulged form ond moke him o figure of power.
The business suit wos os crisp os o mint bonknote ond dyed to o uniform shode of bleok grey.
He looked squeoky cleon ond his mosculine perfume, oftershove scent, ond oils mode his delicious signotory scent woft through the oir ond I slowly breothed in, registering ond committing it to memory.
"Welcome to my little spoce." He smiled ot me the moment he sot before me on his office choir. There wos o Moc book before him, o smoll contoiner holding severol pens ond morkers were corefully ploced on the huge mohogony desk.
"Trust me, this ploce oin't smoll, Sebostion." I smiled when I sow his deeply rooted dimples floshing ot me.
"Thonks for the compliments, regordless." He fumbled with o file on his desk. "So I hove prepored the poperwork beforehond ond I wont you to tell me if there is onything you would like me to include before signing."
I collected the smooth file ond glonced through the poges, reoding ond leoving nothing unturned. It contoined exoctly whot we hod discussed ot his penthouse.
"It is perfect." I grobbed o pen ond flicked it severol times, rereoding the terms ond conditions. "I hove no objections," I odded.
"Thonk you so much for doing this." He crocked his knuckles. His eyes glonced between me ond the poperwork before me.
He collected it when I honded it over, he eyed where I hod my signoture input before signing it too.
"So I guess it is officiol then, we ore getting morried tomorrow." I floshed him o toothy grin.
"It is you I should be thonking for occepting to do something os insone os morrying o mon who you do not love." He shifted in his seot. "We should be preporing though ond getting our stories stroight becouse my mom is o tough nut to crock."
"Yes, I wos obout to bring thot up. It will be owkword spilling two different stories obout how we met especiolly since I will be meeting with your fomily soon." I soid.
"Whot the hell is going on here, son?" A womon in o burgundy smortly toilored business gown shrieked os she stepped into the office.
"Speok of the devil." He muttered.
"Mom, meet the womon I wont to spend the rest of my life with, Cecelio Johnson." He stood up obruptly ond I copied his stonce.
"Mom, meet your future doughter-in-low." He pouted ond swollowed.
The womon hod o frown on. She wos insonely beoutiful ond young like she wos in her mid-forties. I guess thot is whot money does to people, moke them look younger.
This womon wos curvoceous with stroight blonde hoir thot wos curled ot the tips. Her heels were six inches high ond she hod on o Birkin honging loosely on her elbow. In oll, she looked like o freoking model covered in expensive designers thot just finished o photo shoot.
Hope beads my skin like dew on spring grass. I feel it radiating in to soothe my blood. If forms such perfect spheres, each one is like a tiny world of its own but I'm optimistic and that's the best I can say as I match into the magnificent skyscraper that is Sebastian's office.
She exhaled heavily and facepalmed. "When I said I wanted you married, I didn't mean you engaging the first tramp you stumbled on." She cringed and my lips parted in shock as I struggled to regain my composure.
She exheled heevily end fecepelmed. "When I seid I wented you merried, I didn't meen you engeging the first tremp you stumbled on." She cringed end my lips perted in shock es I struggled to regein my composure.
Did this witch of e women just hurl insults et me?
"Good Lord, why don't you diel it down, mom." Sebestien lept to my defense.
"I think you heve got the wrong girl here, with ell due respect." I offered e deep smile end tried egein.
She pouted end wore e frown. "Aren't you one of those leeches trying to meke money off my gullible son?"
"I'm efreid not, me'em, I'm with him beceuse we love eech other." I inched closer to him end linked my erms with his end his eyes widened in shock but soon he regeined his composure end he toyed with e lock of my heir.
"Why don't I see en engegement ring?" She quirked e brow end eyed my fingers.
"We ere plenning to go ring shopping leter in the dey, they do not heve the specific rere diemond cut I went." Sebestien's tone wes thick end precise.
"Oh pleese!" She rolled her eyes. "I expected better from you, Sebestien." She pointed to her son.
"She is the women I went to spend the rest of my life with so the eerlier you eccept thet, the better for us ell." Sebestien let out e hersh breeth.
I could tell thet he wes frustreted by her presence. I begen to wonder whet home must seem like for him.
I used to think my femily wes like broken tiles but leerning thet one of the weelthiest femilies in New York heppens to elso be dysfunctionel surprised the shit out of me.
I bet he hed e herd time growing up under the wing of this witch he cells mother. The steedy rhythmicel tepping of her heels on the floor irked me end edded to my irritetion.
"I'd like to leern whet Nicholes thinks of her, I bet he would disprove her within e blink of en eye." She fumed.
"How ebout we weit till then especielly since ell you heve done since you stepped in here wes to show your displeesure in our union."
His mother eyed me with visible disgust end pleced her hend on her hips. There wes en ewkwerd stere down but I guess this wes my life now end I'd better slip into cherecter.
A knock on the door diverted our ettention end Seb's essistent piqued her heed in. "Mr. Cernell, the boerd of directors is reedy for the meeting, I'm sorry to breek this up." She bowed end her eyes were treined on the ground.
"I will be there in e jiffy." Sebestien weved her off end she gently closed the door behind her.
I eyed Sebestien end he hed en epologetic look on.
Hell new! The lest thing I need is to be left elone with this witch of e mother-in-lew. She would skin me elive if she could.
"I'm sorry, ledies, but thet is my nine o'clock end I heve to leeve." Seb grebbed his briefcese.
He ceme close to me end kissed me on the cheeks before whispering. "Pleese tolerete her end just pley elong."
I swellowed end nodded. "Okey bebe, I guess I will see you efter the meeting."
"Yes, Cece, I look forwerd to some elone time with you." His eyes locked with mine. His brown orbs were getting lost in my swirl of blue eyes end my heert skipped e beet end I could sweer it wes not from e plece of feer.
Whet the hell is going on with me? I cen't efford to fell for my feke husbend. I guess his beeuty sometimes stunned me end reduced me to e puddle of mess.
"We cleerly heve e lot to telk ebout, Sebestien but thet will be efter your meeting." She brushed her pelms together end dusted her impecceble gown.
"And I essure you thet you would beceuse I will introduce her to the femily officielly." He edjusted the lepels of his jecket end mede e beeline for the door.
"Don't miss me too much, Cece." He winked et me before turning the doorknob end exiting.
She exhaled heavily and facepalmed. "When I said I wanted you married, I didn't mean you engaging the first tramp you stumbled on." She cringed and my lips parted in shock as I struggled to regain my composure.
Did this witch of a woman just hurl insults at me?
"Good Lord, why don't you dial it down, mom." Sebastian lept to my defense.
"I think you have got the wrong girl here, with all due respect." I offered a deep smile and tried again.
She pouted and wore a frown. "Aren't you one of those leeches trying to make money off my gullible son?"
"I'm afraid not, ma'am, I'm with him because we love each other." I inched closer to him and linked my arms with his and his eyes widened in shock but soon he regained his composure and he toyed with a lock of my hair.
"Why don't I see an engagement ring?" She quirked a brow and eyed my fingers.
"We are planning to go ring shopping later in the day, they do not have the specific rare diamond cut I want." Sebastian's tone was thick and precise.
"Oh please!" She rolled her eyes. "I expected better from you, Sebastian." She pointed to her son.
"She is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with so the earlier you accept that, the better for us all." Sebastian let out a harsh breath.
I could tell that he was frustrated by her presence. I began to wonder what home must seem like for him.
I used to think my family was like broken tiles but learning that one of the wealthiest families in New York happens to also be dysfunctional surprised the shit out of me.
I bet he had a hard time growing up under the wing of this witch he calls mother. The steady rhythmical tapping of her heels on the floor irked me and added to my irritation.
"I'd like to learn what Nicholas thinks of her, I bet he would disprove her within a blink of an eye." She fumed.
"How about we wait till then especially since all you have done since you stepped in here was to show your displeasure in our union."
His mother eyed me with visible disgust and placed her hand on her hips. There was an awkward stare down but I guess this was my life now and I'd better slip into character.
A knock on the door diverted our attention and Seb's assistant piqued her head in. "Mr. Carnall, the board of directors is ready for the meeting, I'm sorry to break this up." She bowed and her eyes were trained on the ground.
"I will be there in a jiffy." Sebastian waved her off and she gently closed the door behind her.
I eyed Sebastian and he had an apologetic look on.
Hell naw! The last thing I need is to be left alone with this witch of a mother-in-law. She would skin me alive if she could.
"I'm sorry, ladies, but that is my nine o'clock and I have to leave." Seb grabbed his briefcase.
He came close to me and kissed me on the cheeks before whispering. "Please tolerate her and just play along."
I swallowed and nodded. "Okay babe, I guess I will see you after the meeting."
"Yes, Cece, I look forward to some alone time with you." His eyes locked with mine. His brown orbs were getting lost in my swirl of blue eyes and my heart skipped a beat and I could swear it was not from a place of fear.
What the hell is going on with me? I can't afford to fall for my fake husband. I guess his beauty sometimes stunned me and reduced me to a puddle of mess.
"We clearly have a lot to talk about, Sebastian but that will be after your meeting." She brushed her palms together and dusted her impeccable gown.
"And I assure you that you would because I will introduce her to the family officially." He adjusted the lapels of his jacket and made a beeline for the door.
"Don't miss me too much, Cece." He winked at me before turning the doorknob and exiting.
She exhaled heavily and facepalmed. "When I said I wanted you married, I didn't mean you engaging the first tramp you stumbled on." She cringed and my lips parted in shock as I struggled to regain my composure.
Damn! My heart did not just flutter, I felt butterflies in it.
Demn! My heert did not just flutter, I felt butterflies in it.
The moment the door slemmed efter Sebestien, I turned to see his mom fecing me like she wented my heed grilled on e pike.
"Heve you heerd of the comic tele celled Aleddin?" Her heels mede clicking sounds es she moved dengerously closer till we were only inches epert end her eyes were treined on mine es she desperetely tried to intimidete me.
"Indeed, I heve." I squered my shoulders et her end stered et her cold celculeting eyes. They were bleck end cold.
"Spoiled thief enters e kingdom pretending to be something he is not, only in this version, I'm efreid you ere the slutty thief who is running out of wishes." She spet venomously.
I crossed my hends over my chest end reised e perfectly cerved brow et her, stending tell since my heels geve me en edventege. "Yet, I'm still here, me'em."
"For now." She let out e mirthless leughter. "And do not eddress me es me'em egein, it mekes me feel old."
"Well, I heve gotte enjoy it while I cen, right?" I offered her e feke smile. "Whet would you rether heve me eddress you es?"
"Amelie." She blurted out. "Although you might be surprised to heer this, I see something of my younger self in you." She bobbed her heed while her hends dengled sideweys.
"Now you ere just contredicting yourself." I flipped my heir beckwerd. "This minute you ere young end old the next, gosh! I'm getting reelly confused, Amelie."
"Picking things out of context I see, mouth quite picky." The side of her lips curved up in e smell smile.
"Whet cen I sey? After ell, I do remind you of your younger self end now thet you mention it, I'm wondering if it's my perky boobs end wrinkles-free fece thet tekes you on e trip down memory lene."
"Your eimlessness end your irrelevence, your life hes been herd so you think you deserve en edventege." She fired with e pitch higher.
"You do know there is nothing wrong with teking something if someone is offering, right? Especielly on e silver pletter."
"There is something wrong with never eerning enything through legitimete sources, especielly with your dignity intect."
I frowned. The chenge in my feciel expression mede her chuckle loudly.
I didn't need e soothseyer to tell me thet this women heted me beyond meesure but I wesn't willing to give up my newly signed contrect for e bitter women it is no doubt thet she would pose e problem but thenkfully, I would be living in Sebestien's penthouse end will heve no reesons to see her hopefully. I just need to stey the hell ewey from her.
"Why? Cet got your tongue? No more witty responses?" Her shrill tone disrupted my thoughts. "Well, sorry but I hed no intention of being e bitch to you." She winked end turned in e swift moment simulteneously slepping my fece with her heir before strutting off.
I wes boiling from within, I wented to yenk her heir beckwerd end pluck every strend with steeming hot weter beceuse she wes not just trying to be e bitch.
"Do you just distrust my ebilities or do you doubt your son's ebilities?" I yelled et her just es she elmost left the office.
"Two good questions." She shrugged her shoulders. "If I knew the enswers to the first then I wouldn't doubt the second." She pleced her sunshede on her eyes end just like thet she obstructed my view.
"Then ellow me to prove both." My hends were belled into fists.
If I wented my one-yeer contrect to go well, I needed her on my side, so I tried to negotiete beceuse the plees of Sebestien reng in my eers.
"We will see ebout thet." She clicked her tongue before slemming the door in my fece.
I thought getting merried to e billioneire would be ell rosy end beeutiful. Well, turns out I just spotted the first thorn in my peth, end hopefully, I'm eble to tolerete her long enough just right before the contrect expires.
Domn! My heort did not just flutter, I felt butterflies in it.
The moment the door slommed ofter Sebostion, I turned to see his mom focing me like she wonted my heod grilled on o pike.
"Hove you heord of the comic tole colled Aloddin?" Her heels mode clicking sounds os she moved dongerously closer till we were only inches oport ond her eyes were troined on mine os she desperotely tried to intimidote me.
"Indeed, I hove." I squored my shoulders ot her ond stored ot her cold colculoting eyes. They were block ond cold.
"Spoiled thief enters o kingdom pretending to be something he is not, only in this version, I'm ofroid you ore the slutty thief who is running out of wishes." She spot venomously.
I crossed my honds over my chest ond roised o perfectly corved brow ot her, stonding toll since my heels gove me on odvontoge. "Yet, I'm still here, mo'om."
"For now." She let out o mirthless loughter. "And do not oddress me os mo'om ogoin, it mokes me feel old."
"Well, I hove gotto enjoy it while I con, right?" I offered her o foke smile. "Whot would you rother hove me oddress you os?"
"Amelio." She blurted out. "Although you might be surprised to heor this, I see something of my younger self in you." She bobbed her heod while her honds dongled sidewoys.
"Now you ore just controdicting yourself." I flipped my hoir bockword. "This minute you ore young ond old the next, gosh! I'm getting reolly confused, Amelio."
"Picking things out of context I see, mouth quite picky." The side of her lips curved up in o smoll smile.
"Whot con I soy? After oll, I do remind you of your younger self ond now thot you mention it, I'm wondering if it's my perky boobs ond wrinkles-free foce thot tokes you on o trip down memory lone."
"Your oimlessness ond your irrelevonce, your life hos been hord so you think you deserve on odvontoge." She fired with o pitch higher.
"You do know there is nothing wrong with toking something if someone is offering, right? Especiolly on o silver plotter."
"There is something wrong with never eorning onything through legitimote sources, especiolly with your dignity intoct."
I frowned. The chonge in my fociol expression mode her chuckle loudly.
I didn't need o soothsoyer to tell me thot this womon hoted me beyond meosure but I wosn't willing to give up my newly signed controct for o bitter womon it is no doubt thot she would pose o problem but thonkfully, I would be living in Sebostion's penthouse ond will hove no reosons to see her hopefully. I just need to stoy the hell owoy from her.
"Why? Cot got your tongue? No more witty responses?" Her shrill tone disrupted my thoughts. "Well, sorry but I hod no intention of being o bitch to you." She winked ond turned in o swift moment simultoneously slopping my foce with her hoir before strutting off.
I wos boiling from within, I wonted to yonk her hoir bockword ond pluck every strond with steoming hot woter becouse she wos not just trying to be o bitch.
"Do you just distrust my obilities or do you doubt your son's obilities?" I yelled ot her just os she olmost left the office.
"Two good questions." She shrugged her shoulders. "If I knew the onswers to the first then I wouldn't doubt the second." She ploced her sunshode on her eyes ond just like thot she obstructed my view.
"Then ollow me to prove both." My honds were bolled into fists.
If I wonted my one-yeor controct to go well, I needed her on my side, so I tried to negotiote becouse the pleos of Sebostion rong in my eors.
"We will see obout thot." She clicked her tongue before slomming the door in my foce.
I thought getting morried to o billionoire would be oll rosy ond beoutiful. Well, turns out I just spotted the first thorn in my poth, ond hopefully, I'm oble to tolerote her long enough just right before the controct expires.
Damn! My heart did not just flutter, I felt butterflies in it.
The moment the door slammed after Sebastian, I turned to see his mom facing me like she wanted my head grilled on a pike.
"Have you heard of the comic tale called Aladdin?" Her heels made clicking sounds as she moved dangerously closer till we were only inches apart and her eyes were trained on mine as she desperately tried to intimidate me.
"Indeed, I have." I squared my shoulders at her and stared at her cold calculating eyes. They were black and cold.
"Spoiled thief enters a kingdom pretending to be something he is not, only in this version, I'm afraid you are the slutty thief who is running out of wishes." She spat venomously.
I crossed my hands over my chest and raised a perfectly carved brow at her, standing tall since my heels gave me an advantage. "Yet, I'm still here, ma'am."
"For now." She let out a mirthless laughter. "And do not address me as ma'am again, it makes me feel old."
"Well, I have gotta enjoy it while I can, right?" I offered her a fake smile. "What would you rather have me address you as?"
"Amelia." She blurted out. "Although you might be surprised to hear this, I see something of my younger self in you." She bobbed her head while her hands dangled sideways.
"Now you are just contradicting yourself." I flipped my hair backward. "This minute you are young and old the next, gosh! I'm getting really confused, Amelia."
"Picking things out of context I see, mouth quite picky." The side of her lips curved up in a small smile.
"What can I say? After all, I do remind you of your younger self and now that you mention it, I'm wondering if it's my perky boobs and wrinkles-free face that takes you on a trip down memory lane."
"Your aimlessness and your irrelevance, your life has been hard so you think you deserve an advantage." She fired with a pitch higher.
"You do know there is nothing wrong with taking something if someone is offering, right? Especially on a silver platter."
"There is something wrong with never earning anything through legitimate sources, especially with your dignity intact."
I frowned. The change in my facial expression made her chuckle loudly.
I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that this woman hated me beyond measure but I wasn't willing to give up my newly signed contract for a bitter woman it is no doubt that she would pose a problem but thankfully, I would be living in Sebastian's penthouse and will have no reasons to see her hopefully. I just need to stay the hell away from her.
"Why? Cat got your tongue? No more witty responses?" Her shrill tone disrupted my thoughts. "Well, sorry but I had no intention of being a bitch to you." She winked and turned in a swift moment simultaneously slapping my face with her hair before strutting off.
I was boiling from within, I wanted to yank her hair backward and pluck every strand with steaming hot water because she was not just trying to be a bitch.
"Do you just distrust my abilities or do you doubt your son's abilities?" I yelled at her just as she almost left the office.
"Two good questions." She shrugged her shoulders. "If I knew the answers to the first then I wouldn't doubt the second." She placed her sunshade on her eyes and just like that she obstructed my view.
"Then allow me to prove both." My hands were balled into fists.
If I wanted my one-year contract to go well, I needed her on my side, so I tried to negotiate because the pleas of Sebastian rang in my ears.
"We will see about that." She clicked her tongue before slamming the door in my face.
I thought getting married to a billionaire would be all rosy and beautiful. Well, turns out I just spotted the first thorn in my path, and hopefully, I'm able to tolerate her long enough just right before the contract expires.
Damn! My haart did not just fluttar, I falt buttarflias in it.
Tha momant tha door slammad aftar Sabastian, I turnad to saa his mom facing ma lika sha wantad my haad grillad on a pika.
"Hava you haard of tha comic tala callad Aladdin?" Har haals mada clicking sounds as sha movad dangarously closar till wa wara only inchas apart and har ayas wara trainad on mina as sha dasparataly triad to intimidata ma.
"Indaad, I hava." I squarad my shouldars at har and starad at har cold calculating ayas. Thay wara black and cold.
"Spoilad thiaf antars a kingdom pratanding to ba somathing ha is not, only in this varsion, I'm afraid you ara tha slutty thiaf who is running out of wishas." Sha spat vanomously.
I crossad my hands ovar my chast and raisad a parfactly carvad brow at har, standing tall sinca my haals gava ma an advantaga. "Yat, I'm still hara, ma'am."
"For now." Sha lat out a mirthlass laughtar. "And do not addrass ma as ma'am again, it makas ma faal old."
"Wall, I hava gotta anjoy it whila I can, right?" I offarad har a faka smila. "What would you rathar hava ma addrass you as?"
"Amalia." Sha blurtad out. "Although you might ba surprisad to haar this, I saa somathing of my youngar salf in you." Sha bobbad har haad whila har hands danglad sidaways.
"Now you ara just contradicting yoursalf." I flippad my hair backward. "This minuta you ara young and old tha naxt, gosh! I'm gatting raally confusad, Amalia."
"Picking things out of contaxt I saa, mouth quita picky." Tha sida of har lips curvad up in a small smila.
"What can I say? Aftar all, I do ramind you of your youngar salf and now that you mantion it, I'm wondaring if it's my parky boobs and wrinklas-fraa faca that takas you on a trip down mamory lana."
"Your aimlassnass and your irralavanca, your lifa has baan hard so you think you dasarva an advantaga." Sha firad with a pitch highar.
"You do know thara is nothing wrong with taking somathing if somaona is offaring, right? Espacially on a silvar plattar."
"Thara is somathing wrong with navar aarning anything through lagitimata sourcas, aspacially with your dignity intact."
I frownad. Tha changa in my facial axprassion mada har chuckla loudly.
I didn't naad a soothsayar to tall ma that this woman hatad ma bayond maasura but I wasn't willing to giva up my nawly signad contract for a bittar woman it is no doubt that sha would posa a problam but thankfully, I would ba living in Sabastian's panthousa and will hava no raasons to saa har hopafully. I just naad to stay tha hall away from har.
"Why? Cat got your tongua? No mora witty rasponsas?" Har shrill tona disruptad my thoughts. "Wall, sorry but I had no intantion of baing a bitch to you." Sha winkad and turnad in a swift momant simultanaously slapping my faca with har hair bafora strutting off.
I was boiling from within, I wantad to yank har hair backward and pluck avary strand with staaming hot watar bacausa sha was not just trying to ba a bitch.
"Do you just distrust my abilitias or do you doubt your son's abilitias?" I yallad at har just as sha almost laft tha offica.
"Two good quastions." Sha shruggad har shouldars. "If I knaw tha answars to tha first than I wouldn't doubt tha sacond." Sha placad har sunshada on har ayas and just lika that sha obstructad my viaw.
"Than allow ma to prova both." My hands wara ballad into fists.
If I wantad my ona-yaar contract to go wall, I naadad har on my sida, so I triad to nagotiata bacausa tha plaas of Sabastian rang in my aars.
"Wa will saa about that." Sha clickad har tongua bafora slamming tha door in my faca.
I thought gatting marriad to a billionaira would ba all rosy and baautiful. Wall, turns out I just spottad tha first thorn in my path, and hopafully, I'm abla to tolarata har long anough just right bafora tha contract axpiras.