Words I never said (Forced MARRIAGE)

Chapter 3

I sneaked through the front door of the house, and saw Damon waiting by the black limo. I had my black convers on, a white raffle top and black skinny jeans. I didn't feel like doing anything to my hair so I let it fall among my shoulders.

I checked my iPhone 5 while walking towards the limo and realised it was 3pm. Shoving my phone in my white Gucci purse I smiled at Damon. He send me back a smile and opened the limo door for me.

I felt like screaming at that point, I know a gentlemen must open a door for a lady and yadda, yadda, yadda! but for once I just want to do it. And yes I know I sound bratty but seriously I'm sick of this. I stepped forward and slammed the door shut, without entering.

Damon eyed me like 'I was stupid or gone mad perhaps'. "what are you doing?"

Ignoring his question I re-opened the door and entered sliding in the long leather cold seats. Damon followed still glaring at me.

"what?"

"why did you do?"

"did what?"

Damon took a deep calming breath. "never-mind" was all he said. A smile playing on my lips as I fought myself to control it.

"wasn't planning to." I love annoying him for some reason. I know I met him today, but his funny and surprisingly easy to talk too. "oh where are we going?"

"you said you wanted to get your frustrations out right?"

I frowned slightly confused but nodded slowly, not sure where this is going.

"well I know just the place" he answered too confident for my liking

"where?"

"you'll find out soon, think of it as a surprise" he answered while whispering something to the limo driver. And off we go.

"what kind of a surprise?" I eyed him curiously

"the kind that you don't need to know"

"the kind you don't need to know" I imitated underneath my breath. Crossing my hands to chest stubbornly.

"herd that"

not looking at him, I grumbled in Spanish "tan?." with a frown coated on my face, I hate surprises.

this silence was killing me, we've been driving for what felt like hours but I knew it was less then 30mins or so. Moving to London was sure a bad idea, now that I have to get married. How did my life become so difficult. Sigh.

"are we there yet?" I whined

"no"

"now are we there?" I pouted

"no!"

"are we almost there?"

"No"

"are we here now?"

"No!"

"Damon where are we going?"

"just have to wait and you'll find out!"

"are we there ye-"

"for crying out loud Summer! You can't just keep querying every second. It's not going to make a difference, if I said no just a second ago what makes you think we're there already? So I advise you stop asking and be patient!" he said calmingly, but I thought I heard a hint of annoyance and irritation along the lines.

"well if you told me I wouldn't be asking right now. So it's basically your fault!" I scowled then looked outside the window, watching the trees past by. Why did I even trust him? I could've just stayed in my room and sulked!