Isabella
I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. I yawned as I slowly adjusted my eyes to the light.
“Good morning ma’am,” The unfamiliar faces greeted as they walked into the room. I looked at their uniforms realizing that they were the maids when I started to recollect yesterday’s event.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, holding my head. He probably knows I kidnapped his bride, I thought to myself, trying to stand on my feet when I noticed I was still clad in the wedding dress.
“Was I so tired that I forgot to take this off?” I asked myself, signaling one of them to help me unzip the gown.
“Thank you,” I said now clad in only my underskirt and bra.
“Can I get a toothbrush please,” I said calmly, and immediately one of them ran out to fulfill my request.
I walked to the bathroom and started to prepare my bathe, while I brushed my teeth thinking about the next plan.
“Yes I get married to him, but after that what do I do,” I mentally asked myself, realizing that maybe I hadn’t thought the whole thing through before implementing the plan.
“Dammit Isabella,” I punched the air frustrated.
“Do I back out now?”
“What if I go to prison for this?”
“Then I spend the rest of my short life in jail?” The thought of that sent shivers running down my spine as I shook my head at those ideas while rinsing my mouth.
“It’s too late to back out, I better follow through with this,” I said staring at myself through the mirror, as I grabbed one of the towels from its rack drying myself.
“You can do this,” I lied to myself, walking out of the bathroom to find the maids still standing.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked staring at the already dressed bed, and set of new clothes that was kept on my bed. It was so detailed that they kept new panties and bras for me.
“We are instructed to be here if you need anything,” One responded.
“Instructed? By who?” I asked when it suddenly hit me on who it was.
“He asked that you join him for breakfast,” She added and I chuckled.
“Well I make my breakfast myself, thank you,” I said rolling my eyes, as I got into the bathrobe to have my bath.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said in anger.
After dressing up, I followed Rose who seemed to be in charge of the other two girls in my room to the kitchen.
My eyes glanced at the dining and there he was sitting like a king waiting for his slaves to serve him.
“Isabella,” he called and I stopped in my tracks, turning to stare at him.
“Join me for breakfast,” he said calmly. His face wasn’t as cold and scary as I knew. He looked nervous and scared instead.
“No thank you, I can make myself breakfast,” I said and immediately walked to the kitchen ignoring him.
I asked where the ingredients and items were kept and I immediately whipped myself something to eat. I went through my phone while I had breakfast in the kitchen cabinet.
I grabbed my bag and walked out of the mansion ready to leave for work, when he called my name. I almost hissed loudly in frustration but I stopped myself from doing it.
“I’ll drop you off at work,” He said his fingers brushing against my hands as he tried to grab my bag but I pulled away immediately in fear.
“I’m sorry,” he said sounding almost guilty and genuine to me. But I knew Mr. Tristan, he wasn’t a man who felt concerned or had genuine emotions.
“I called a cab, okay,” I said leaving him standing there confused.
“He wasn’t my friend, I wasn’t his either, and hell no did this marriage mean anything to the both of us right?” I thought immediately I got into the cab. I arrived at the office shortly, and a few moments later, I saw his car drive into the parking lots.
I just felt this anger build up inside of me, I was going to hurt him, I wasn’t going to hurt alone. If I must die, then he doesn’t get to be happy, I concluded and walked into the company.
The whispering, and side talks gave me the confirmation that they knew I was his wife. The boss’s wife.
“Good morning ma’am,” they said in unison, and one of them ran to pick up my bag, taking me by surprise as I slipped only to be caught by the devil himself. My back landed on his chest at that moment and he immediately wrapped his hands around my waist, helping me stand probably.
“Let’s go,” He whispered in my ears ignoring the greetings acknowledged to him as he guided my path to the elevator.
It was just us in the elevator, and I immediately moved away from his hold. It was uncomfortable and the silence made it worse. I could feel his gaze on me, but I wasn’t going to turn to look at him, I was counting on the elevator to open up quickly, so that I could leave.
“Love the dress,” he said at the exact time the elevator opened. I stood there frozen for a second and scoffed, immediately rushing off before the elevator closed again.
“Love the dress?” I repeated and walked to my desk thinking about it. When I found my bag neatly dropped on my seat.
It felt good. It did feel good to be the one getting this treatment for once I thought and walked to the coffee machine to make the Devil’s coffee when I got a crazy idea.
“Your coffee sir,” I said with a smile on my face as I dropped the cup of coffee on his table.
“Thank you, Isabella,” It was the first time I heard him say that. His gaze narrowed at me and his lips had a small smile as he said it. It felt sincere, it felt genuine. I thought and shook my head killing that thought away immediately.
“What the fuck?” He cursed loudly and spilled part of the coffee on his shirt, making him stand up abruptly.
“Oh my gosh,” I rushed to him in pretense with the napkin in my hands, as I started to clean his shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” I said and continued to make the stain worse, cause it started to spread across the shirt.
“Isabella,” he hissed in frustration noticing I wasn’t doing it right.
“Oh my God,” I yelped biting my lower lips in fear while staring at the coffee stain all over his shirt.
“It’s okay,” He said and started to undo his buttons.
“No, I think I made it worse,” I faked a tiny voice like I was instantly going to cry…
“It’s not your fault,” He said and slowly took off his white shirt leaving me awestruck by the sight in front of me.
“Holy heaven’s,” I mumbled…