(THIS STORY IS ON HOLD!!!)
Sasha is anything but a lovebird. But what happens when she's forced to marry a man she had an old tie with?
Read to find out how Sasha Sinclair became The Wife Of Dorian Gray.
Three weeks have passed and I pretty much forgot about Dorian. Yes his name would come up here and then but never frequently.
It was a Saturday and I didn't have to work in my mother's shop today.
I graduated high school five month ago and I have no clue what I want to be. So I've been helping my mother with work on weekdays.
I got up and took a shower then got dressed. I wore a dress that was my great grandmothers.
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I headed downstairs and saw my father and... Dorian?!
They both looked at me and smiled.
"Good morning Pumpkin!" Said dad, I always feel a little embarrassed when he calls me Pumpkin in front of guests.
"Good morning Father, Good morning Mr. Gray." I said, bowing as I held my dress with my hands to curtsy.
I called him Mr. Gray so my dad doesn't get any assumptions about our relationship. Me and him are nothing but friends... I guess.
"Hello Sasha, it's a pleasure to see you this morning." Dorian grinned.
The way he looked at me was like he wasn't afraid to do me in front of a million eyes.
I just smiled shyly and looked at my father hoping he would explain why he's here.
"Sasha Mr. Gray is here because he's going to be your future husband."
After I heard those words everything went quiet. Like my world was changing before my eyes. Like everything around me was paused leaving me stuck in the never ending haze.
Me and Dorian had a good time that evening but it was just one evening. No... No! This has to be some kind of dream.
"M-my husband?" I asked.
"Yes, Mr. Gray offered and we agreed of course."
"B-but I'm only 18! Does Mother know about this?"
"Yes. She was the first one to agree."
"Oh..." I frowned. I didn't want to offend Dorian but this was all so new.
I ran to my room and shut the door. I couldn't stand there anymore. I popped on my bed and cried into my pillow.
I know Dorian seemed nice but being his wife? I heard stories about marriages. And how a person can change overtime.
I heard a knock on the door. I wiped my tears and sat up.
"Come in!"
The door opened and I saw Dorian. He walked in slowly and looked at me.
"I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm sorry I know this is really new for you." He apologized.
"You should've talked to me first. I just feel like I don't know you."
"You will get to know me soon, and I promise you I'll be the best husband."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Thanks, I'll try to be a good wife as well."
It was quiet for a few seconds. We looked at each other and our heads moved closer together.
Then I stopped it. I don't know why I didn't want to kiss him. He was so handsome and kind. But something inside still felt uncomfy.
He cleared his throat then looked at me.
"I just stopped by to say hello. Have everything packed by Monday. You'll be moving in with me."
I nodded and he grabbed my hand and kissed it. It made me melt just like the last time. He walked out and left.
I went to Sianna's room and saw her lying on her bed. She was doing her makeup.
"Don't you ever knock!" She complained,
"Not when I need my little sister's help!"
"What is it this time?" She sighed, putting down her lipstick and turning to me.
"I'm going to be marrying Dorian Gray!"
"WHAT!?"
"Did he propose? What's going to happen now? Can I have your room when you leave!" She questioned.
"No,I don't know, and never!"
"Aww... well, why didn't he propose?"
"He asked to marry me and Mother and Father agreed."
"Maybe he doesn't know what proposing is." Said Sianna.
"Haha, very funny." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't understand why you aren't happy. Dorian Gray is the talk of the town; he's super rich and good-looking."
"It's just that everything is moving so quickly. I don't think I'm ready for this whole wife thing."
"Sasha, you'll be fine. Truth is I alway looked up to you. I can see why he likes you."
"Thanks Anna," I smile, giving her a tight hug.
I walk back to my room and begin to pack all my belongings. I grew up in this house and I'm finally leaving. Are things ever going to be the same?
