The Playboy's Marriage

Chapter Nine

~Yeah. You may talk to me,make me laugh and say the sweetest things. But how many other girls are you doing that to?~

Isabel

Lopéz and I walked side by side while holding hands..... actually,he held mine. I felt curious-I couldn't help but want to know why Lopéz has been all lovey dovey with me especially since he said he has no reason to be nice to me. I can never forget his harsh words...

Does Lopéz really like me or just cruising with me? When it comes to this gorgeous guy beside me I do know he's a very complicated one but this complicated to just easily switch moods?..... No

"Should we grab some coffee? I'm thirsty".He asked.

I nodded and he took me to a small coffee shop filled with people. It actually looked a bit stuffy cause of the little space.

"Isn't this place too crowded?". I could notice the small sign of irritation on his face,he also doesn't like it.

"Does it matter?we won't stay long sweetheart".

Regardless,I followed him and grabbed a seat near the window for some air. I noticed we earned some attention from most of the people here,they gazed at us and took pictures like their life depended on it.

I don't like this at all...in fact I hate it!

I caught Lopéz smirking like this was what he wanted all along,"You don't seem to enjoy the attention". He observed.

"Why would I?".

He smirked more."Get used to it honey, you're married to an A list celebrity....what do you expect love?".

I frown hard at him."You on the other hand seem to enjoy the attention".

"Why wouldn't I? I'm a Fernandéz".

The waiter interrupted us and asked what we would like to have,

"Coffee Expresso for me".He replied.

"And a cup of tea for her please".

I glance at him a bit surprised.

"I didn't think you will remember Lopéz".

"What kind of husband am I if I don't remember that my wife doesn't have a taste for coffee?".

I didn't realize I was blushing profusely until I felt my cheek reddened.  To think I didn't know he would pay attention to the smallest details about me.

Soon,our tea and coffee were served. I tasted my tea and honestly wanted more. "Hmm this is nice!".

"It's good?".

"Yeah....so good".

"I bet it's not as good as the one you made for me".he revealed bluntly.

He shut his eyes closed,"dammit I shouldn't have said that".

I giggled finding his reaction funny,"Why? You find it difficult to compliment someone?".

"No it's just.....yeah actually I do".He confessed with a small frown.

"Well you just did". I laughed loudly.

He was suddenly silent and gazed at me with a stiff look on his face,his hands on his cup shook and I suddenly became conscious.

"Sorry was I loud?". I had to ask cause he wouldn't stop gazing and he didn't move an inch either.

He was stiff and his eyes didn't leave mine.

"Lopéz?".

He blinked and regained consciousness as if he had fainted before,"yeah you were.....stop doing that, it's embarrassing".

I dropped my tea. Why is he suddenly rude?

"My laugh is embarrassing to you?".

"You shouldn't do that, we're in public.....I beg you don't stain my image".He stood up and walked out of the shop.

What the fuck just happened?I shouldn't stain his image? I'm an embarrassment to him just cause I laughed?

What the heck?!!

I also walked out and didn't see any sight of his car....he left! without me!!! what a stupid asshole!!!

"To think I started admiring him! Fuck you Lopéz!". I almost yelled with anger before taking a cab home.

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I got home and yelled at myself for being so stupid and acting all gentle with him. He's literally the biggest jerk I've ever met in my entire life but I'm deciding to let it go. I'mma act like nothing ever happened like we just didn't smile and joke with each other mins ago.

If he chose to be a jerk I'll act like a bitch as well!!! Lopéz hasn't gotten home yet.... how's that possible?or else he'd branch somewhere else. I wonder where he branched to....who cares anyway?

I thought of my parents. I haven't heard from them ever since I got married to Lopéz, it's like they just straight up abandoned me here with him. No calls or messages.....  not even my own mom could call to check up..... Where they really that eager to pay off their debt that they both forget they still have a daughter?

I felt little tears in my eyes and I quickly wipe them off,yes I do resent them for the bad decision they made but I honestly still miss them at the same time. I brought out my phone from my purse and dialed my house number hoping one of them would pick up.

"Hello?".

I heard my mom's voice and I quickly reply,"Mom?".

"It's me..... Isabel".

"I know.....what is it?".

Her voice was so distant like she wasn't expecting me to call.

"Nothing um..... I-I just wanted to hear your voice and-",

"Isabel hope you're taking care of Lopéz?".

I was left confuse with her question,"what?".

"I know it was a rushed and arranged marriage but just be loyal to him,do not think of Steven and just be with only Lopéz.....his older brother has done so much for us".

"Marquez Fernandéz has settled all our loans and bills, we're finally free Isabel......your father is finally happy and that's what matters".

"What if I'm not happy?does it not matters to you?".

"Having the Fernandéz last name is enough reason to be happy Isabel!....do you know how many girls would trade to be in your position right now?....... don't fumble it up".

"Do you understand me Isabel?".

I blink away the tears about to come out,my anger and pain knew no bounds. At this point, I've never hated anyone as much as I hated my parents.

"This is the last time you and Dad will ever hear from me Mom".

"What?".

"Goodbye mother".I cut the call and allowed my tears to flow out freely.

The sad realization that I've absolutely nowhere to run to or cry to for help is overwhelming. I'm basically no different from an orphan.

It was already 12pm in the midnight and Lopéz still hasn't gotten home yet, I called him numerous times but no response,I sent some messages but he left me on delivered.

I made dinner for both of us thinking he would get back but it eventually got cold and I had to threw it away. I spent some time waiting up for him before almost dozing off on the couch.

He's definitely not planning on coming home tonight....

Urgh!!! I shouldn't be this stressed out for that disrespectful and egoistic jerk! He's literally the worst of his brothers! How can he not come home and keep me this worried?....he doesn't respect me enough!

I loathe him!

But here I am still gazing up at the clock stuck to the wall waiting up for him...regardless of how he treats me,he's still my husband.

Unfortunately,we're lawfully wedded and I can't do anything about it.

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