the fate played

05 - we talk

Chris Langford

I was standing near the window, while she was seated on the chair - tapping her foot slightly. I do get that she is nervous too, but I was a fucking train wreck. Her presence itself made my mind pick up my senses and throw them out of a fucking window in the freakin ocean.

She looks way more pretty and calm in her nature, as in when you compare victor robinson to his eldest daughter- she got nothing from him. No behaviour no looks, no voice- nothing. Her voice was dripping of honey, the fresh one a person would like to have on an early winter morning. The clothes she was wearing were shutting down the doors of my guesses on her curves, not that I was a pervert, but she looks too pretty and too soft for this world.

Why would god even give a daughter like her to someone like victor?

I mean, her face is devoid of any needless attitude or conceited behaviour that one might find in others who appear to be naturally gifted in terms of appearance. Her appearance made me wonder what she was like beneath the surface of our commercial arrangement, or, if I may say, our so-called marriage disguised as a financial transaction.

I decided to start the conversation, "so ummm, why did you agreed in this in first place?" She looks like in deep thoughts, "I don't have a choice, why did you agree?"

choice? Huhhh? She is getting forced in this?

My mind was cussing at me to be very honest to her so I gave in, "My father thinks getting me married will make me a responsible man, so according to him I should get married before he hands me over the company."

She nodded and there was an awkward silence settled between us once again. I don't know how to carry forward this talk, something was telling me to say even any random shit but fuck I was so fucking self conscious.

She broke the tense air around us, "Your father specified that he wanted me for this"-waving a hand between us-"deal or whatever they name it, is it that by any chance we've known each other before?"

I so badly wanted to explain the shit my dad had thrown on me about his conspiracy theory on Hailey but fuck I am not going to tell her that because it fucking confused me as well, "No, so far I remember I didn't know who you are before today, although my dad knows Victor Robinson and family."

She nodded in understanding, "I don't know you either, it's just I have this feeling maybe I did infact may have seen your dad once somewhere, but again can't remember." I simply nodded instead of saying something, because I didn't want her to join the pieces of puzzle and find the answers by herself. Because fuck even I didn't knew them.

She went on, "What are we going to do with this? I mean do you really want to get married to me?", her voice was so soft. There was so much of fucking tension in the freakin air like where the fuck is oxygen? I so badly wanted to reply her that any guy would kill to be able to be with you and count me in the list as well but there was some uncertainty going inside me as my mind was still looking for some answers before I can find my self answering for the questions Hailey asked for.

Ignoring all the weird stuff I cleared my throat, "No I am not in the state to undergo any kind of matrimonial shit." "Me neither, so what do we do now?" and here I thought she may have some kind of solution but after hearing her question my thinking action paused.

"Do you think you can do something about this, like convince my father or even yours to take this deal back, like we can carry out business, if that's what they want without me or you being dragged in this mess?" woah my mouth lost it's pause button and my mind it's function, way to go to ask her if she can do anything. I feel like a coward to even talk to her because its me who's gonna have the company, what dose she has in this anyway?