I don't know how to survive this without ruining this nice, semi normal moment the three of us are having right now.
For everyone's sake, the minute Velma turned on her heel, I ask Maverick about my room and followed him when he offered to show.
Nodding and mumbling at the extravagance of the room meant for his temporary wife, I thank him again and again for his troubles.
The room is bigger than my entire apartment. The bathroom is straight out of those celebrity skincare videos and I have a closet which is full of somebody's clothes.
"This is...," I start but am unable to find the right words for it. I don't want to sound rude but I also don't want to appear as if I'm robbing Maverick under the pretense of marriage- because this is what its going to look like with all this luxury.
"Is there a problem?" Maverick asks. The little line between his eyebrows appears.
"No, no there is none. It's just you don't have to do all this."
"I do." The line deepens and he turn around but stops.
Maverick looks over his shoulder and takes me in one last time before he leaves me in my architectural digest room.
It takes thirty seconds for the panic to subside and then the adrenaline pumping through my body is enough to make me unpack and organize what little stuff I brought from my home. I could tell by the interior that there have been some recent changes in the decor which resembles a lot like my older room. The curtains are same sage green and the dressing table have similar lights as mine did- only these looks expensive.
Ive been in this house a few times for work but Now that I am living here, weirdly my fight or flight response seems like its been switched on.
Will I ever know peace again?
Three hours after our arrival, I've unpacked all of my stuff and arranged them neatly to maintain the decor of the room. Also I'm famished and am having anxiety about going downstairs to the kitchen. Not to mention, facing Maverick in this whole setting feels strange.
Changing appropriately in a comfortable trouser and t-shirt, I go downstairs, holding all my courage with both hands. My eyes scan the living room but its empty.
Turning around to move to kitchen, I yelp seeing a tall figure behind me, gripping him at an arms length.
"Fuck! Didn't mean to scare you. I just came to call you at the dining. Velma is serving dinner." Maverick says but I'm not listening anything. I can't. My heart is pounding so loudly and drowning every other voice and I'm surprised I haven't bruised his hand because I am holding him that tight.
"No, its just me. This is all very new," I tell him ignoring the mischievous glint in his eyes.
He holds my wrist and I finally let go of the grip. "You don't want to make Velma wait," he says navigating us to the dining hall.
I wish I wasn't here. I wish I was at my home so I could eat Chinese takeout in my actual pajamas in peace.
My hammering heart comes to a halt when I see the dinner table. I look wide eyed at the table and then at the only two people except me.
"Are we expecting guest?" I question stupidly, gawking at the loaded food.
"No, Velma went a bit overboard in honor of your arrival." Maverick answers.
I am acting like I've never seen so much food in my life. "I wasn't aware I gave an impression of such a foodie but alright."
"Nonsense! You're thin like a stick. This is to make you put some weight on. If you want to work like a horse you have to eat like one."
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