Roxanne
“Where are you taking me?" I asked. My eyes on the road. His car's glasses are so black that no one can see the inside.
“To my office." He answers. I look at him in bafflement.
“To your office?" I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly. He nods his head with a cute smile on his face.
Agh. I hate him and his smiles.
“Why? Do you want me to work for you?" I asked, tauntingly. Why the fuck is he taking me to his office?
“If you want you can work, but I prefer you to work in my office." I glare at him.
“No, really why are you taking me to your office." I asked, with seriousness. I blink my eyes when he flicks the tip of my nose.
“Because, I have work and I also want to know you. I will do work while you tell me everything and anything about you. From your childhood to now, each and everything." My heart does a flip hearing that.
“I don't want to marry you." I say and look away from his eyes as I feel I spilled water on his plans.
He grabs my chin and turns my face towards his. The smile on his face was gone as a hardened expression was adoring his face.
“That's not a topic for discussion. You don't have a choice. If I even hear a word from those luscious lips of yours about this topic, you would regret it." I shudder at the threat in his voice.
“What made you take this decision? You and sis were ready for engagement. What changed your mind?" I asked.
His hands on my chin loosened. It moves downward and lands on my shoulder, his thumb caressing the curve where neck and shoulder meets. My lips part as his thumb starts caressing the curve very slowly.
“You remember the day, the day you were sleeping in Emily's room and you woke up because of us…." Blush creeps up my face as I reminisce that day. “That day I fell for you." My breathing becomes heavy when he puts pressure on my neck, his lips immensely close to mine.
“So one glance made you fall out of love for my sis?" I ask, breathlessly.
How can one fall out of love just by one glance?
My eyes widen when he takes me by surprise by pecking my lips. With widened eyes I look at him.
“Love, I never fell in love to fall out. You are the first and that's the reason I am marrying you." I overcame the surprise.
“Then what were those years of you two dating?" I asked. That must be the reason Emily always was worried that he would marry someone else.
“The reason you will not like it. I will tell you some other time, just remember that I never fell in love, you are an exception." He again flicks my nose. “And we are here." I blink my eyes and move away from him.
“Why do you flick my nose? It's annoying." I say. I grab the handle to get out.
“Ahh." I shriek when I get pulled. I find myself on his lap with my face in between his thighs. Blush creeps up on my face.
“Do you like to be there? I don't mind." Hearing his comment I instantly moved away. With a red face I gave him an accusatory gaze.
“You were the one who pulled me and why did you even pull me." I asked. As I eye his thigh. They were hard. Definitely he has muscles. I instantly look away in order to not be found peeking at his thighs.
“I had told you earlier not to get out by yourself. Wait for me to open the gate." I roll my eyes.
“And I had told you I hate to be controlled." I snap. The door of his side gets opened by his driver.
“We will have this talk in my office, since we have all our lives for these talks." With that he gets out of his car. I waited for him but at the last minute my mind changed and I opened the door by myself.
I find his hand mid air. He takes it back. I get out and flick my hair back. His hands find their way on the small of my back as he pushes me.
I look in front to see a very humongous building with his company's name adoring the front.
“You need to learn that you do what I ask you to do." I hear him say. I give a polite smile to the guard.
“And you need to learn that I never do what I am ordered to do." I replied.
His earlier confessions don't make my earlier resolve to make him break the marriage go to water. Besides, it's another thing that I really don't like to be ordered around.
Good morning's were thrown towards him but he ignored them all, not even a nod. On the other hand, I greeted them back, even if I didn't know them.
“You don't need to greet everyone." He says as soon as we get inside the elevator.
“Yes, I do. If the boss doesn't greet them back then I need to. And what is your problem with me greeting them back. No scratch that, do you have some problem that you don't greet them back?"
I look at him when I find him silent. He had a small smile on his face. “You question a lot." He remarks.
“Yes, I do. Deal with it Mister." I reply as I flick my hair back. He gets in a fit of laughter. I follow him.
“God, I love you." I stop laughing as I look at him surprised. At the very minute the elevator's door opens. His hands got back to their earlier place as he urged me to walk.
It must be the heat of the moment.
“Carla, get me Mitwa construction's files. I will check them now." He says to a woman. She is also like my sister.
Blonde hair, pulled back in a sleek bun, high cheekbones, model like body.
She opens the huge brown doors and we get inside. While passing her, I give her a small smile, which she doesn't return.
I look around. It's bigger than my dad's office. Behind his study table are huge floor to ceiling windows, showcasing the beauty of this city. To my side is a seating area and a huge bookshelf behind it. To my other side is a small bar.
“How do you like it?" He asked as he stood in front of me. Leaning so that our faces are face to face.
I take a step back as a replay of his pecks plays in my mind. He takes a step ahead longer than mine, so he is standing closer than earlier. I again take a back, bigger this time. He again takes a step ahead standing immensely close to me.
Our breaths mingled with each other.
“You will have back pain. Stand straight." I say as I look away. I sneakily take a very small step back, wanting to create some distance between us.
I shriek when his hand bands around my belly as he scoops me closer to him. My hands land on his chest.
“Were you worried about me?"
“No, I wasn't." I instantly replied.
“Don't be shy. Or were you flustered by our closeness?" He asked. A smirk adoring his face.
“No, I wasn't." I reply and try to pry his hands off of me.
“Then why were……"
“Boss, I have brought the……" Carla's voice stops mid sentence. My struggling increases but his hands don't leave me.
“Keep it on my table." He replies to Carla. The clicking of heels resonates in the office. I look beside him to see her keeping the files on his table. Not even for a second she looked at us.
As soon as the door closes I shout. “Leave me. You fucking embarrassed me." I slap his chest.
“You did the same thing earlier. Tit for tat, love." With that he leaves me. I think back to the car incident. I glare at him.
“So you are a petty one." I remark.
“For you, I can be anything and everything." He swivels and ambles toward his table. I mimic his actions and as soon as he turns I straighten up.
“You are free to do whatever you want. Condition is that you can't leave my office." He says as he grabs one of the files.
I ignore him and trudge towards his bookshelf to find something to read. I plop down on the sofa when I didn't find anything appealing to read in his bookshelf.
“Didn't find anything appealing?" He asked. I rest my head back.
“Yeah. You have boring books." I mutter. I should leave. I will be getting bored and nothing else.
“What type of books do you like?" He asked. I look at him with my head resting back.
“Fiction." I answered.
He grabs his phone and calls someone. “John, I want you to get a bunch of the latest fiction books and the most famous one as soon as possible. And remove the books from my bookshelf to arrange those in it."
My eyes widened at that. As soon as he keeps his phone away I say. “You don't have to do all that."
He smiles. “I can do anything for you, this is just a tiny thing." That flips my heart.
I look away as I say. “How can you say all that when you have met me recently."
“Here the thing is not about knowing each other for long. I just want to do everything for you. That's what my heart wants, love." He replies. I straighten up as I start fiddling with my phone.
“What if it's a fleeting emotion? What if all this is just an attraction which will fade away with time?" I say.
“Remember, if I really felt attraction I would have felt it with thousands of women that I have met, but it's the first time I have felt something like this. And I mentioned it earlier. I love you, Roxanne." I stilled.
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Roxanne“She was being a bitch so I had to give her a lesson." I say to Brent as I lean on his bike. My nails have all of my attention, as I found it more interesting.“That didn't mean you go and dump your coffee on her." Brent snaps back. I look at him with a straight face.“She did the same thing with Jane, so tit for tat." Instantly I recall Isaac's voice saying the same thing. I giggle at that.“What made you giggle? Share with me." I eye Brent judgmentally as I say. “No, I won't."His hand band around my neck as he pulls me to him. My face pressed up on his chest as he started tickling me. I laugh.“St-Sto…." I laugh. “Stop it." I laugh. My stomach starts hurting from all the laughing. Suddenly I find myself getting pulled away from Brent as he is thrown towards the ground.“What the fuck?" I shout after overcoming my laughing session.I pivot towards the person who punched Brent. My lips part when I find Isaac.His eyes focused on Brent which were blazing in anger. I try to j
Roxanne“Can I leave, now?" I asked. It has been hours since he revealed the date of our engagement. We had our lunch, basically he worked and I ate.And I felt bad about eating alone but I didn't invite him, since I am still angry by his earlier behaviour. And also because he hit Brent. I had messaged Brent earlier and he had said that he is fine, just a small cut and swelling.“Did you not like the books, or do you want something to play?" I twist my body to face him.“I am bored being coped up in this room. So I wanna leave. Besides, what are you even getting from me being here?" I asked.“I don't know. I just like seeing you in my office before my eyes." I huff in annoyance even if those words did give me butterflies.“Will I always have to come to your office?" I asked. I get on my feet and walk towards the floor to ceiling windows, behind Isaac's study table.“I am not sure." He answered. The city from here looked tiny and it gave the aura as if I was at the top of the world.
IsaacI look at all the rings bought by our jeweller. I lean back on the chair and eye jeweller's timid figure.“This shit you call the masterpiece?" I asked calmly. All the rings he showed are nothing else just pieces of shit.“You didn't like it, sir?" He asked, petrified. I give him a straight face. Who would even like this shit?“I will bring a new set, for you sir." He instantly offers.“No need. You can leave." I mutter, vexed by his collection of rings.“But sir, Senior Rodriguez has ordered me to have you get finalized a ring today only." I glare at him. He gets the idea and starts packing his rings to leave.Now dad is urging for a ring. Has his anger come down? Yesterday night he was throwing tantrums about how I am going against my grandfather's promise.I know if grandfather was alive today he would agree with this, since I am his one and only grandson. Besides, grandfather wanted an alliance with his best friend's family and Roxanne is their daughter.At first I agreed fo
Isaac“I will not be coming here tomorrow…." I look up from my computer to see Roxanne stepping in. “or even the day after tomorrow. No scratch that, I will not come here for a few days."I lean back as I eye her figure dressed in straight pants and black crop top. And I must say black looks good on her. Her hair pulled up in a messy high pony.I lift my eyebrow in question. She rolled her eyes and I bit my lip to stop the laugh. She trudges towards me and bangs her palm on the table.“I think you didn't hear what I said clearly, right?" I nod my head innocently. My eyes fall down, at her pale skin of belly, peeking through her crop top.I don't know how many people must have eyed that.“I said that I will not be coming here for a few days. I am fed up. I can't cope up in this place anymore." She says.My hold on my chair tightens.“Do you need anything else to keep you entertained here? I will get it prepared." I say with suppressed anger.“No, I don't need anything to keep myself en
RoxanneI grab the waffle. I wanted that yesterday. I had the craving to eat it yesterday but I can't be ungrateful if he has got this for me. Besides, it looks tempting.I take a first bite and a moan ripples through me. With the chunks still in my mouth I turn towards him to find his eyes already on me.Whenever I find his eyes on me, I always get nervous. “Um, where did you get this from? It's very good." I say. “My chef made it. If you want he will be happy to make more for you, since I don't eat those things he rarely gets to make it." I nod my head as I take another bite. “Why don't you come and live with me? In that way you can have these everyday." I look at him with a straight face.Without giving him an answer I got back to eating.“God, I am full." I say, to no one in particular.“Who wouldn't be?" I send a glare to Isaac. With a dramatic flick of my hair, I get on my feet. I eye the mess made by me. Bending, I start collecting the cardboards.“You don't have…." His voice
Isaac“Love, your hell is with me, then where are you going?“What do you think? That I would wait and witness my sister's desheavelead condition? No thanks." She snaps.She twists her wrist to get it free so I bend her hand behind her and push her body towards me. A whimper erupts through her body.“You can leave after you do one thing." I replied.Today has turned into a mess because of Emily's appearance. But I do have to admit I have never seen Emily like that. But I can't forget that because of Emily, the already sour relationship between me and Roxanne has turned more sour.I had made Emily understand the very day I had announced my change of plans and she took it nicely stating how she can do anything for me.“Fucking, leave me. I am in no mood for your talks." She shouts.I click my tongue in annoyance. Already Emily's words are still fresh in my brain and I doubt they were wrong. Whatever she said about Roxanne is hundred percent true. “Stop squirming. It will not take you
Roxanne“How come you don't have any dress?" Mom shouts from my closet. “Hey, mom, how is sis doing?" I asked. Mom ambles out of the closet with a few dresses in her hand. I don't even know where she got those as I don't remember having those.“She is good." She answers with divided attention. “Why do you ask?"“Nothing." I look away for a flip second. “And do I really have to go? You can just go with Mrs Rodriguez and choose a dress. It's not like I have an eye for dresses."Tomorrow is my engagement. It doesn't mean anything to me. It's like a burden to me, which is bestowed on me unwillingly.“Are you out of your mind Roxanne? That would be so disrespectful. And there has been a change of plans. We are going to Beverly Hills." She arranges those three dresses on the bed side by side.“Why?" I grab all of my hair, behind my head. I amble towards the dressing table and grab the band and secure it high on my head in a ponytail.Since they are thick, they trouble me a lot. Sometimes
Roxanne“You look beautiful, love." I look up at Isaac and give him a poker face. “Give me a smile. You look marvellous when you smile."“I will smile when I get rid of you. Maybe…." I give him a smile. “then you will see me smiling. Genuinely."His face falls and his hold on my palm increases. I wince.“You are hurting me." That snaps him out and his hold loosens. I have seen how he gets affected by my pain, maybe someday I will use that against him.I look around at the people present in the hall. Many of them are from his side. My eyes catch Mr Rodriguez talking with some people along with dad.He was not that happy with Isaac's decision I guess because when he came to congratulate us he had said to Isaac what a big mistake he is making by marrying me. Among them I saw a man maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. Among all of them he was the only, who looked like he could be somewhere else than here. With shoulder length hair in a half bun, he looked handsome. I look away w