I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 12

I wake up to the smell off eggs, bacon, pancake and toast. I drag my feet all the way to the small kitchen, my hand scratching my head. The sight I see sure surprises me. Darson in an apron? Darson scraping eggs from a frying pan? Darson flipping pancakes? I look around the hotel room for any signs of alien activity.

He looks up at me. "You look horrible." He greets and I give him a tight lipped smile. "Back in New York you are always the first to leave your room so I never get to see what you actually look like after being lovey dovey with your bed."

"Normal people tend to look like that too. Excuse us oh handsome, greek God. We do not possess the same beauty as you." I state solemnly with my right hand over my heart. "Grant me some of your beauty, dear royalty."

"You're asking me to help you bear children? Isn't it a bit too early in our marriage?" The cocky smile he gives after saying that really irritates me.

"Like I would want a mini you running around in my eyesight." I snatch a piece of bacon from the plate and he gives me a look. I silently dare him to protest. I take a plate and load two pancakes, some eggs and a few bacon onto it. Darson does the same and we proceed to the small glass dining table. We eat in silence, each to our own business.

He seems to be reading a magazine of some sort which is kind of weird. I never saw him as the magazine type.

I continue scrolling through my giant stack of messages. Seventy two from Bella demanding that I tell her how the honeymoon is going. She acts like I actually wanted to come to this. I guess it's not going completely bad. That is, Darson and I haven't killed each other yet. We are merely tolerating each other.

Mother also messaged me forty seven times. She, too wants to know how the honeymoon is going. She also wants to know if I'm being good to Darson. Why can't she ask if Darson is being good to me? He pretends to be some kind of angel in their presence but he's the devil himself when he's with me. Good to him my ass.

He throws the magazine onto the table before taking a sip of his coffee. On the front of this magazine is Darson's picture. He is in a black business suit, his stare piercing. The title reads 'Young Billionaire, Darson Meldeev ties the knot?' I frown. One introduction last night and we're already front page? These people don't waste any time. "They're quick." I say.

"It's too cringy. You read it. I can't." He orders. There he goes passing out orders again. I feel pity for his employees. They must hear him nag all the time.

"Why should I read it? I don't want to."

"Because like it or not we have to know what nonsense they've published in there." He really is unbelievable.

"Like. It. Or. Not." I emphasise. "Hold your cringe." I stand and leave the table. Who does he think he is? Prince William of Cambridge?

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So actually I did read the magazine. Well the section that is related to Darson and I. I read it not because of his order but because of my curiosity. I wanted to know what these people are saying about me. Apparently they didn't have much to say. To my honourable glory though, they did say and I'll quote, 'According to sources, the woman is said to be a walking beauty with as much presence as Darson himself. However, not much is known about her background or previous relation to the Meldeevs.' They also talked about Darson being an ideal businessman who seems to be dominating the market effortlessly. That's not important though. What's important is that people think highly of me despite Darson's nonsensical banter.

I have reasons to believe he did read the magazine but deems it cringe because of my praising.

We pull up in front a building near the beach and I smile at the scenery. I really do have to visit the beach before I leave Australia. The sea breeze whips my ponytail as we exit the car. Darson gives his orders to Dean before walking towards the building and I follow.