“You don't want it, right?”
My question echoed in the silent room. The air around us became even thicker. Just enough of enough. I can't bear this silence anymore. My head was already hurting, and my heart was so heavy with the weight of his unanswered question. His jaw clenched when I asked him that question. His face still held that stoic look on his face.
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"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me. "How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday. "Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. Getting a girl in bed is not a problem for me, and if she wants me to get married for that reason, then I'm better off without it. "Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. But she has to come and stop me. A grunt of annoyance left my mouth. I had made up my mind that I didn't want to get married. I hardly get time for myself. "Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. She loves to use emotional blackmail on me. It has worked on me in the past, but not now. I threw my cell phone on the table and slumped back in my chair. I massage my throbbing forehead. I closed my eyes and exhaled to take a five-minute rest. I have been working on the case, and it's so stressful. It's not even been five minutes since my cell phone started to ring again. I have won so many cases in court, but I can never win an argument with my mother. "Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time. "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth. "Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it. "Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. I was about to say how it concerns me, but my mouth was sealed when she continued. "We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears. What the fuck? I have a wife and a four-year-old son.
It was a marriage out of convenience. He hates her because she is the daughter of his father's murderer. What happens when a bond is made for the betterment of two villages and to end the years-long rivalry between two families? Will he ever accept her? Will she be able to see past his anger? To know more, join in the journey.
With a big smile on my lips, I walked toward his class. standing at the door. I looked at him talking with my English professor, Miss. Hans. She said something while patting his arm in a way I disliked. The smile graced her beautiful face, capable of making any man fall for her. Jealousy shot through me as I saw how his lips curled up looking at her laughing face. Is she this amusing to him? "May I come in, Professor?" I asked in my stern voice as I couldn't keep quiet anymore seeing them standing so close to each other. The anger and hatred were noticeable in my voice, which made them look at me. His icy, light blue eyes fell on me, making me glare at him. I saw how Miss. Hans took her hand away from his arm as she saw my gaze fixed on where she touched him. "Come in, Miss Davis," my maths professor said. I could indeed hear the mock in it. So he wants to play. He thinks this little girl won't do anything. I walked in with my head held high while keeping my emotions at bay. I kept my assignment on his table while still glaring at him with a set jaw. "Sorry to disturb you guys. Don't mind me. Continue your conversation. I'll take my leave now," I said in a stern voice as his eyes remained fixed on me. "Miss Davis, stay here. I want to discuss your grades," he said, looking into my glaring eyes. "Sorry, my friend James is waiting for me. I need to go," I said, looking straight into his eyes with a sweet smile on my face, stressing more on the word "friend," and I saw how his jaw clenched. Miss. Hans smiled as I said that to him. I could see she wanted to spend time with him, and it increased my jealousy even more. Without sparing him a glance, I walked out of his office in fast steps as I felt his heated gaze on me. I started running once I was out of the class, with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Before I could reach the exit, my hand was grabbed and I was pushed against the wall of an empty corridor, making me gasp in fear. "Let me go. Someone will see us," I said as he pressed his hard body against mine. I tried to push him with my hands, but he pinned them on either side of my head with a firm grip on my wrist. "I don't care," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, making my protesting movements stop with a gasp as he buried his face in my neck possessively. "Leave me and go spend your time with Miss. Hans," I said in anger and pure jealousy while looking into his amber eyes as he moved his face to look at me. He smirked while listening to my words. He knows I'm burning from the inside. "You will go nowhere with that James," he said, burning in anger, ignoring my words, making me look at him with a scowl. "Professor, leave me. It's inappropriate of you to ask me not to see my friend. You have no right on me," I said in the same mocking voice, and his jaw clenched even more. "The professor doesn't, but I have every fucking right to you as your husband, my little bride," he said with a smirk on his face. Yes, you heard it right. I'm married to my maths professor.
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