The Agreement •MXM• (Book 1)

Back home

Cyrus

We spent one last night in Paris before going back on Sunday. Which was pretty hectic.
Me and Aaron made it though. Opening the door to the apartment at last feels long overdue,the air isn't any different here but I take a deep breath. It feels nice,the same way taking advantage of Aaron's handle everything mindset feels nice. It means I can have him carry all my bags. I stretch once we're inside,
"God that took forever. I want a new clause by the way..."I say waiting for Aaron's reaction he raises a brow encouraging me to continue,"Two actually. You can't wear shorts anymore."I say pointing to his maroon shorts that he deliberately matched up with his cream button down with a map of somewhere familiar but distance at the back. He looks like he wants to go to some tropical island when you pair all of this with sunglasses.
"Well,same goes for you then."
"Not fair."
"Oh and restricting me from wearing what I want is? What next I can't wear button downs?"
"You just took the words out of my mouth!"he grunts exasperated turning back to the kitchen sink,
"And more over we have to get some candy in this house,like a candy bowl or something?"A pause for me to look at his flat eyes,"I have some good ideas and you know it."
"Good? Or life altering? If I get you a candy bowl you'll just eat all of them in a day. You know it's-"
"Bad for me,I know,I know. But look if we just-"
"Cyrus I am not getting you a candy bowl and if I come back home and find something like that on the counter,I'll stop cooking you supper."now I should tell him I don't care but I've become quite dependent on his meals and yeah... I've been having less stomach aches.
"Whatever- when are we going to see Austin?"
"Austin? Why the hell do you want to see him?"
"The dogs,duh?"he gives me a sideways glance and I stare at him thinking of why I always find myself with him in a room alone in the middle of the night. Things don't go well when that happens. Heck,when ever we talk for more than two seconds stuff goes down,not the good down the bad down. Like rock bottom but SUDDENLY the ground collapses furthering us to rock bottom level two. "I want to see them."I add,amd he nods,
"No."
"Why?"I narrow my eyes at the way his eyes wander,as though he's pondering multiple things. His thinking face,"Aaron?"
"Because I said so-"
"I heard he's also a big shot,like you."
"You think I'm a big shot?"I throw an empty water bottle in his direction and he annoyingly catches it and shows off by throwing it into the trash can without looking. I hate this man.
"Besides the point,I want to see them."
"I'll consider it."he says simply going to his room,
"Consider? You're not the boss of my life."
"You're right,I'm the boss of his address."it's his luck that I'm out of water bottles

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I sling my bag over one shoulder ready to go home after my classes. I walk out and the sun is still yelling in the sky,what a jerk... doesn't he know its time to leave already? I stop squinting at it and face my phone to find a new text from Zahir. I smile instantly,we've been talking everyday since the showcase. It's been the best,I love having this type of mutual connection. That doesn't involve clauses and papers,
I scowl at the picture of a white family in cowboy hats he sent me,
Zahir:isn't this your cousin's family?
Me:oh my gosh shut up.
Zahir: that's not even remotely what you really want me to do,if I did you wouldn't get the publicity :3
Me: why are you acting like I didn't thank you for posting about me on your page???
Zahir: how come I don't remember? Anyways got to go hun,too busy being a celebrity.
That's a quick real-time demonstration of how our conversations go. And to be honest here,I was pretty shocked when I found out Zahir is literally a celebrity. In addition to being a household name designer at only twenty two. I'm glad we'll be close because he signed a contract with our company for a couple years. That's a lot of time to get to know each other.
"Hey."the sound of an unfamiliar voice startles me and I look up to find a man eye level with me. Alarms are going off,I don't recognise him. Like at all. He's way too young to be one of Aaron's business partner buddies and that's why his smile is sending shivers down my spine. The alarms are blaring at this point,like I'm seven again whispering stranger danger.
"Hi- how can I help you?"I shift uncomfortably until I'm further away from him. I better place to get a size down of his body. Faded jeans and a grey shirt,unruly brown hair and a designer shirt,I recognise it because it's a brand Aaron's team got me. From what I know it costs a leg and an arm.
"If you want to help... you can start by giving me your number."what's the first thing that comes to mind? What the hell do you think you're on about,is the first option of words. No is the second. My mind goes for third without my approval,
"I'm married."it's a little embarrassing to say but it's true. Might be the thing that's getting me out of here,
"Well... he doesn't have to know."have you ever felt like slapping a smug look off of someone's face? Heck,I've never been hit on. I don't know what I'm supposed to say- someone give me a guide book! "And that's the ring..."he says looking down at my ring finger like its some second rate piece of trash. Now I'm mad,like furious- how dare he come over here and talk to me like this? I have an urge to yell at the top of my lungs that the ring is in fact twenty four-caret pure gold on my finger and IF my husband wanted he could get me a diamond brighter than his future. Two of them if I want them. My fists are balling nearly shaking when I hear a car pull up behind me,
A blood shot red convertible,black leather seats and a man who looks like he belongs in a movie set with shades on. Otherwise known as my ticket out of here. Aaron,
He tilts his sunglasses down and looks at me then the guy then again. Telepathically he's asking me who the hell this guy is. Telepathically,I ignore him. Turning back to Mr know it all with a grin that screams I'm better that you. "Sorry,got to go,it's my husband."bite the dust you ringworm,
I get in the car and smile,"Let's go."and then we leave.
I wish that was it and right under it was big capital letters that say THE END. But no that's not the case,the case is Aaron's gonna ask questions. "Cyrus,who was that?"
"I have no idea. A nobody."I wish I believed that with as much confidence as I say it,because inside I have this terrible feeling. A feeling that tells me a storm's brewing. I leave it be for now.
"Oh,well okay."then in silence we make it back to the apartment and just like Thursday last week Preeti calls me back,
"Please tell me its not another package for me?"I plea with her,near begging. She smiles nervously in return,
"Sorry to disappoint,Cyrus."then she hands me the gift box,and I stare at it for a long time,
"You're seeing this right?"I say to the unfazed Aaron. He jumps through fifty different facial expressions before saying,simply,
"Yeah,I mean can you believe this guy?"then very strangely he wraps his arm around my shoulder,I want to jerk back but were in public so that wouldn't be advantageous to us.
"He just sent me this huge box of chocolates and you don't seem to care all that much."I remark at his face and he raises a brow,but he's not looking at me. He's looking at Preeti,as though he's bored but threatening at the same time. She looks back with a very irritated expression,
"What am I not in on?"
"Nothing honey. Let's go."he takes me up to the apartment,