I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 35

It took Darson a few days to really break free of the dejection he had fallen into after telling me about his past. I gave him the time he needed to pull himself together. I gave him time to cut himself some slack. When he truly did pull himself together, it's almost like a weight was no longer on his shoulder. He is lighter on his feet. He's smiling brighter. He's a little more than okay now. Giving him time was exactly what he needed.

I stare at the paper in my hands. Huh?

Is this a joke? Is it possible to become illiterate? Or is it that I was always illiterate? I squint at the paper.

"I don't get it?" I say while looking over at Darson. We are in his home office. He's relaxing in his office chair and I am sitting across from him.

"Are you stupid?" He asks casually. I glare at him. "Isn't it clear?" I blink at the paper. "It's my wedding gift to you." I stare at him like he has gone mad.

"Who gives a whole company away as a wedding gift?!" Has Darson been drinking? Okay, who forgot to tighten the screws in his brain? My mind cannot process the words on the paper.

"I'm not your average husband. I'm Darson Meldeev. CEO of Meldeev Corporation and owner of your heart." I glower at him. That smug look.

"Your heart belongs to you and my heart belongs to me. Each to our own." He pouts. "Darson, what is this?" I snap. Why does this say I'm the new Director of DM Starlight Magazine? "Omg, did you blackmail someone into doing this?" My eyes widen.

"How'd you know?" My mouth drops open. "Normal Darson would never do this? Lovestruck Darson blackmailed normal Darson into doing this." What?

"Darson, just shut up." I wave him off with a wave of my hand as my eyes rake over the paper again. He isn't helping. He's just confusing my confusion.

"DM Starlight Magazine belongs to me. I am the owner of DM Starlight Magazine. It is runned by me. I am-"

"Okay okay, I get it." I stop him from repeating himself again. "Wait, what?" Darson snorts.

"For someone who placed fourth in the entire school in Senior year, you sure are slow." I glower at him. He knuckles me on the forehead and I mutter an ouch. "What do you have in that huge forehead of yours? It sure isn't knowledge." My hands unconsciously go up to cover my forehead.

"I don't have a huge forehead." My eyebrows crease while I pout and try to look up at my forehead. This causes Darson to laugh and stand. He pulls me in for a hug.

"No, you don't. I am only teasing." He kisses me multiple times on the forehead. "Mrs. Hardroff resigned and I decided to make you the new Director. Well I want you to be." I look up at him.

"Why? I know nothing of this."

"Because you're the only person I trust. When I first bought this magazine, in all honesty it was an act to show off to my father." Of course. "I don't have time to run this business. Not with the multiple business chains I have here in the US, the UK and Australia." Wow. I didn't know he was so global. "Truthfully, the Meldeevs have always believed in family business. I hated the fact that I had to have someone outside our family run the magazine. Mrs. Hardroff is a family friend. So I trusted her. Now, I am hoping I can let you take care of it."

I understand what he's saying. I just...I don't know. "But I don't know how to run a business. I'm just a journalist." He runs his hands through my hair.

"That's where I come in. All you have to do is report to me." I am hesitant about this. What if I have no idea what I'm doing and runs the magazine into the ground? "You're Khara Bain Meldeev. Business runs in your blood." Hands come up to cup my cheeks. "You can still be a journalist. You can do whatever you want. Sorry to say but I don't really care about magazines." I hit him on the arm and he grins. "That is after you started writing columns." He corrects to save himself. "It's best if someone who loves it runs it." I think about it. "Think about it, okay? You'll give me an answer when you're ready."