Immigrant girl

Chapter 15. Anya.

Fiancee? What the hell?! He was offering a fake marriage just a couple of hours ago! I stopped understanding anything. I stood at the top of the stairs, just staring at the two of them downstairs.

"I'm asking you again, who are you?" the well-dressed brunette placed her small, neat hands on her chest.

"I'm Anya," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest too. Why should I even answer her questions? I turned my gaze to Alex. Are you just going to stay silent?

"Sam, let's go talk somewhere else and not disturb Anya with our arguments," he took the girl's hand, but she pulled it away sharply.

"No way I'm going anywhere until you explain everything to me! Who is this girl? Why is she here? Why are you here?" She stared at Alex with wide eyes.

"You know, I'm getting tired of your tantrums. I don't owe you any explanations. Stop this circus! And stop calling yourself my fiancee!" Alex's voice contained a hidden threat. What's going on? Is she the fiancee or not? I was getting more and more confused.

"Anya is my coworker. She had a conflict with Mendez, and he tried to harm her. To keep her safe, I offered her three days here while we sort things out with him," he looked at Sam, and not a single muscle moved on his face. "Will you calm down now?"

"So, you mean there's nothing between you except work? Don't make a fool out of me, Alex!" Sam seemed to be on the verge of another tantrum.

"You're making a fool out of yourself, Sam, and I don't need to help with that. My assistance is not required here. Let's go to the main house and stop embarrassing ourselves in front of my colleagues," he turned towards the front door, but Sam stood still and looked at me. "Sam! I said we're leaving!" This was no longer a voice; it was a full-on roar. 

"Anya, I apologize for this disgraceful scene," he added, placing his right hand over his chest in a gesture of apology. I didn't respond.

Sam cast one more angry glance in my direction and followed Alex to the exit. I remained standing there motionless until I heard the door slam.

What. 

The. 

Fuck. 

Was. 

That?

I thought there was nothing left to surprise me, but I was wrong. The girl didn't seem insane, but she claimed to be his fiancee, and Alex immediately denied it. Unrequited love? The last time Alex spoke to her on the phone, it sounded like some kind of family relationship, so I assumed she might be his sister. So, Alex has a beautiful and wealthy friend in the friend zone? That's interesting. She could very well fit the role of his significant other.

I went back to the bedroom, picked up Alex's note from the pillow, and placed it on the table next to the flowers and his welcome letter. Naively and childishly, I wanted to preserve the memories of the days spent here. I climbed back under the covers and drifted back to sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that it was already getting dark outside the window. Well, I must have slept a lot. But on the other hand, these three days were meant for eating and sleeping. So, it was time to eat. I got out from under the covers, walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and first listened for any signs of someone being downstairs. It was quiet. That meant the path was clear.

As I descended the stairs and made my way to the kitchen, I saw a small, beautiful bouquet of pink chrysanthemums on the table. There was a note attached to the flowers:

"Sorry for the morning nightmare. I'll explain everything tonight. A."

Indeed, some explanations wouldn't hurt. Although, to be honest, I shouldn't be concerned about this at all. I have no right to be upset or demand explanations. But, there was still a nasty worm of offense and even jealousy stirring inside me. I hated myself for it. Did it mean that I was in love with Alex? I really liked him, that was a fact. I desired him to the point of insanity, that was also a fact. Was I in love with him? I didn't think so. Or maybe I was hoping I wasn't in love.