mundivagant

Mr and Mrs Black

In which you see a couple that has been through three months of an arranged marriage

Mikayla's pov

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Three months, it's been three months of living in the same house as him, sleeping in the same bed, and eating on the same dining room table. Three months of emotionless kisses and hands on waists in front of the cameras for the world to see. Three months of being married to Alexander Black. Three months of being Mrs Black, Mrs Mikayla Black. It would be a lie if I were to say I was not attracted to him. The way he picks out his peas and separates them from the rest of his meal if I were to cook them for him; I stopped cooking them for him after a week or so after he declared to his house maids that he would not eat any other cooking than mine a day after we were married. The way he would laugh at my jokes as lines creased around his eyes as we sat to eat dinner together at the dinner table. The way he would listen and smile every time I tell him about my day. The way he would walk through the front door everyday at exactly 6.10 with his tie hanging loosely around his neck with his white dress shirt slightly crumpled from all the standing and sitting down at his office, suit in hand and briefcase in the other as he walked towards me giving me a brief kiss on the cheek, for the maids to see obviously.

I was sick and tired being used as a puppet, him touching me without any emotion behind it. I believed in love, after the countless romance books that I read to pass my time being a stay-home wife with no one to talk to, I believed that "I love yous" should not be said so openly and that my first time and kiss should be for the right person. My first kiss was to Alexander Black that is, before I knew I was attracted to him at the altar in front of a million people and news reporters to see.

Every night as I crawled into bed, I would lay there staring at the ceiling waiting and making scenarios in my head of what life would be like if Alexander were to like me back. He would come in shortly after getting under the covers but never touching me. Every night I would wait for him to make the first move and every night, after about ten minutes of him staring into space as well, not touching me or starting a conversation, I would then sigh before turning to my side and falling asleep.  Every morning when I awoke, the right side of the bed would be empty showing that he had left for work and that was my que to venture to the other side of the house after my breakfast and morning run to curl up in a comfy chair in the library he built for me. Now many people would say, after all he has done for you, do you honestly think he doesn't like you? Well, every time I feel like there is just a little bit of attraction between us, he shuts my hopes down by whispering the same statement, "This is all for show" as he glances up to look at a maid sccurying out of the room. And that act alone, breaks my heart into two.

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I sigh as I look up to the clock striking 4.30 PM before closing the book of a page that made me think about my life again. I straighten my skirt as I walk towards the door to the stairs so that I could start making dinner. I thought of whipping up my favorite meal tonight as I could not take this anymore. I was going to tell him how I felt tonight. And well, if he throws me out or does not talk to me anymore, then I will bear the consequences because, in the end, I do not want to regret the chances I didn't take.

Alexander's pov

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I sigh as I pack up my documents that I needed to bring home. Being a CEO of a company is hard but I wouldn't change it for the world. I call my secretary in to help file my things as a simple frown creases along my eyebrows as her flirtatious actions go unnoticed, her skirt was all the way up to her throat it seemed and as if her blouse was missing a few buttons. "What the fuck" I thought. After telling her to dress in more appropriate attire for the third time this week and asking her to make a reservation for Mikayla's and I's anniversary this coming Thursday, I walked to the basement of the building to drive home to my wife. My wife.

Yes, it has been three months since we had an arranged marriage but it seems that I have fallen head over heels for her in the first week of our marriage. Our marriage was a marriage of convenience by our fathers and I never really looked far into relationships as I never had the time to. It was usually just a quick lay and back to my daily schedule of running a company from six in the morning to nine at night. But ever since marrying Mikayla, I cut back on my working hours. Instead of going in at six, I lie in bed with her even if she does not know until eight in the morning before finally dragging myself out the door. I leave work everyday when the clock strikes 5.30 PM in order to get home for her dinner at the exact moment she places it on the dining table.

There was just something about her that pulls me in every, single, time. Whether it was the way her brown dusky hair cascaded down her back or the way she wears thick black framed glasses when she is curled up in the armchair that I placed for her inside the library that I no longer use, to which she has filled with her romance books reading the newest novel in her collection. The way she takes note of what I like or do not like to eat and cheers me up with her stories of her day which is usually just her ranting about her books, but I love listening nonetheless. Every night for the past three months, I would have an internal battle with myself on whether I should just pull her into my arms and run my fingers through her hair as we both fall asleep and every night when I finally win the battle with myself and is about the pull her into my arms and confess my love for her, she turns her back on me and sighs. She sighs, probably thinking what she has done in her life to be married to a guy like me because she deserves way better. She deserves the world.

As I turned into my driveway, I finally said to myself that enough was enough. I was going to tell her how I felt tonight. And if she doesn't feel the same way then, we will go back to our daily lives.