An Engagement Of PARALLELS

10- MAVERICK

She raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at me and frown. "I didn't know you were coming."

I rub my jaws with my palms as I attempt to think of a reason to give her. Its really pathetic. She could have done this herself and I am not needed here, yet here I'm standing in her house for the first time since I met her.

"Just came to check the stuffs you'll be taking." I blatantly lie and head straight past her prying eyes to the small kitchen.

She seems satisfied with my answer and nods. Her eyes wear a look I rarely catch on her. I recognize it- Fear. I am sure my unexpected appearance have triggered a fight-or-flight.

"I don't have much. None that would be messing with your space for sure." She says scaning the hall that is supposed to be her living room.

I am not the one to brag but my employees get a good amount on the check that I sign them every month. We take care of them for the efforts they put in building my company.

And an employee like Reyna- I am positive that she is among the one percent that is taking home a seven figures salary. So the claustrophobic apartment is not making much sense and spiking the levels of my curiosity.

Gripping her shoulders I spin her around to face me. A strand of hair falls out of her messy bun and I suppress the urge to tug them behind her ear. "You're going to be living with me for several years Reyna. You can mess the space all you want."

She folds her arms across her chest , trying her hardest to stop the smile threatening to break through. The press of her hands deepen her cleavage and I cock goes borderline angry and murderous at the sight.

This is the opposite of what I was supposed to be feeling on a Saturday afternoon. But here we are. My calendar is fucked because of my urgent engagement and I'm irritated as hell because my body parts or part does not give a flying fuck about the situation I'm in. And who I'm with.

I sink my fingers into the tense muscles of my arms. "The movers will be here any minute now. So you might want to seperate the stuff and we can donate the rest."

"Ok- wait donate! Why?" She asks frowning again.

I throw myself into the catch. "What do you need it for. You'll be staying with me and after calling it quits you sure as hell won't be returning here." My tongue sours at the word quit.

She initially looked eager, but now with the disdain she's sporting deepening the lines on her forehead, she looks anything but.

"A- what if my dad comes back before we call it quits. I need a place for him to stay. B- Respectfully, what if you manage to piss me off," she says matter of factly and I cock an eyebrow at her. Nonchalantly, she continues. "C- I do not need you to tell me where I can or can not stay at after divorce."

I sigh, exhausted. And she makes sense. But that doesn't mean I am letting her get her wishes.

Renting this shit hole of an apartment will draw too many suspicion and as many questions. I have time for neither.

Pushing my hands into my suit pants pockets, I look everywhere except her. "What if I buy this thing?"

"What! No!"she almost squeaks but I don't let her finish her sentence.

"Realistically I am gonna be your husband. If I buy this place people will assume that its my gift to you and you can easily spin some stories around the sentimentality of it all." My lips are pulled together in a tightline. Our girl is relentless and stubborn. But I can't let her get this one.

Turning quickly she scoffs and heads across the hall to what seems like her bedroom.

Her eyes narrow because she clearly doesn't believe me, so I naturally have to say, "I promise Reyna."