United

Chapitre 16

I pace around the office, occasionally looking down at my phone to check the time. It's 7, and Leandro still hasn't come to his office, where I am. Should I be worried? I don't want to call him, or text him in fear of bothering him, but it's getting late.

I know that he's a grown man, but he dragged me here, and he acts all cold to me. I didn't ask for this, I'm tired, and I still have jet lag. I thought that since we were engaged, he'd at least make some time out for me...

Who am I kidding, he doesn't care for me. He's just here to help my father come out of bankruptcy, and I'm guessing he gets paid for it. 

Speaking of my father, I haven't heard from him in a while. What happened to him? Did he find someone else to hurt?

I'm simply glad it's not my mother. She did not deserve to be abused for multiple years with no end, only to suffer a horrible death.

I sigh, plop down on the couch, and pick my phone up. I pull up a book and start reading, and soon enough, I get sucked into the fictional world. They say that readers and book lovers are reading to escape reality, and it's true. We read to separate ourselves from the real world, to be transported somewhere else, even if it might be for just a few minutes. 

I started reading as an outlet, and escape from my father. I realized, that with books, you can't be judged. Yes, you might be called a bookworm, or a nerd, but there is no better feeling than to be attached to one of the characters in a book and to have lived their experiences.

I walk back into my office after a few hours of exhausting work. I look over to my couch, and I see my fiancée sleeping sitting down, her phone in hand. I chuckle and proceed to finish organizing the papers.

I left her here, expecting her to have gone back to her friend, but she really stayed. I kept my distance trying not to make her uncomfortable, but that resulted in me working and leaving her alone like this. Even though the office wasn't locked, it was like she was confined between these walls, waiting for my arrival.

Waiting for me.

I can't believe that I'm getting married so young. For a business deal, no less. But it will help me secure my business, and keep me on top as I like it. And I'm getting paid for this, so might as well enjoy it. I don't mean to hurt her, but the most she'll get from me is an allowance every month.

She probably won't need it, since she's the daughter of a very rich man. I'm sure she cares more about material things than anything else. We both don't care about each other, which makes this the best deal ever. She's a spoiled princess, and I'm a busy man, simply give her my credit card, and we'll be fine.

"Just because I'm his daughter, that doesn't mean that I went out with him, or that I was ever fo"lowed"

"With all respect due, you know nothing about what happened with my father, so your making assumptions will only put you in a bad spot, especially about my life"

Her words from the other day still ring in my head. What does she mean, she never went out with him? It would make sense that she didn't go out with him often, because of the paparazzi, but never? I find that extremely hard to think about.

Shrugging off the remainder of my thoughts, I shrug my suit jacket back on and make my way to the couch. I gently pick her up and make my way out of my office. I just said I wanted nothing to do with her, and here I am, carrying her to my car.

I slowly lower her to the car seat and buckle her in. I close the door, get in my seat and drive off. When we get to my penthouse, the driver keeps the door open for me, as I continue to carry the still-asleep Lunae. I feel a few pairs of weird eyes, but I ignore them, as I make my way up.

The elevator doors open, and I go straight for the guest room, not even sparing the view a glance. It's always the same thing, all the time, so it doesn't bother me anymore. I open the door of the room and pull back the covers, making sure not to wake her up. Once the bed is made, I lay her light body on the bed, take her heels off, and put the covers over her. I take one last look at her, and walk out of the room.

I walk back to my room, take a quick shower, and change. My phone pings and i pick it up, looking at the notification.

Vincent

Eric Jacobsen is actually getting out of bankruptcy, as the press heard about your engagement with Miss Marlenis.

I roll my eyes as I get in bed. Glad that old hag is getting his business back after cheating several people out of money. I'm just hoping he doesn't, and even if he does, that's guaranteed to land him in jail, according to the contract.

I throw the covers over my body, and slowly drift to sleep, thinking about everything, but most importantly,

Lunae.

Why is Leandro thinking about Lunae? Also, Triple update, since I keep forgetting to post.

Dioné Valentine, Out!