Sympathy For the Devil

Insanity.

" Now. What's your name again?" Mick said as he tried with great strength to keep his body from falling to the ground .
" Margaret. Margaret Alice Falpin." I said.
" Margaret Falpin." He whispered to himself ,trying to memorize it. " Well Margaret, I'll call you tomorrow from your work." He said as he opened the door.
" Wait!" I stopped him. I couldn't take a chance at my boss or workers getting the call and getting me to lose my job if this thing wasn't going to happen. " Call me from my home. " I scrambled through my bag to find a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote my number down and handed it to him. " Don't lose it, ok?"
He winked at me as he slid to the door. " I won't . And Margaret, you won't regret having me as a husband." He flashed a cheeky smile and walked out the door.
I shook my head and let out a small laugh. What have I done? It's like I made some deal with the devil? I am risking so much here. I came here to get an interview for my job and now I'm going to get married to some singer for a rock n roll band. What a life.

As I made my way to the door to leave the party , I saw Mick and he gave a smirk and sipped his probable 10th glass of wine. I shook my head as I made my way out the door and into a cab.

I woke up under the cold sheets in my small New York apartment. A dream. Thank God. I can't believe I thought I would actually marry a man who I know nothing about. I rolled over to the other side of the bed to look at my alarm clock. 7:30 . I groaned as I rolled back to the other side. I jolted at the sound of the damn telephone. " Hello?" I said in a groggy voice. Who the hell would call at this hour?

" Margaret? It's Mick." A thick cockney accent replied .
I shot up." Mick? Mick from the party Mick?"
" Yes." He chuckled." Mick from the party Mick. You aren't forgetting about our little deal are you?"
The deal. Shit. It wasn't a dream. I froze. " Margaret....you there?" I woke from my trance.
" Ye-yes. I'm still in on the deal."
" Good. Now I'm taking you to meet my parents today. Dress nice and put a smile on. "
His parents? No way. If he wants to impress his mother, I don't think bringing his fiancée that he met the night before is the way to go. " Uhm..alright. Don't they live in Britain?"
" Yes. We are taking my private jet. We will leave at around 9 am . Tomorrow I have to be back early. I have a show and I cannot be late. If you wish, you can stay in London at my home. There is plenty for you to do there and Missy , my housekeeper, will show you around. "
"Damn. That's quite the itinerary you've got there." I laughed .
" Yes well this has to be done right." He said in a firm tone.
" Oh uhm , Mick? When is the uh." I cleared my throat. " Wedding day?"
" Saturday. "
My mouth dropped . That's in 4 days. I don't want to be married to this guy forever. There has to be a point where we divorce or something . I know it is frowned upon, but I can't stay married to a man I don't even love. I want children. And I definitely do not want children with him." That's ..soon! Ha!" I anxiously laughed.
" Well we've got to get this done. Now I'm coming to get you now. What is your address?"
" 563 12th Avenue.I'll meet you outside."
" Well do hurry. I don't want the fans to see me. "
" Yes Mr.Rockstar." I said sarcastically.

I searched for an outfit. I found a white pencil skirt and a pastel pink shirt with a sweater. I slipped on some penny loafers and curled my hair . The clock read: 8:13. " God, he's probably already here!" I ran out the door.

I saw a limo sitting in front of the complex and I assumed it was him. I was unsure about how to approach it so I just tapped on the limo. None of the doors opened. " Oh will you just come out already?" I banged on the windows. A big man walked out of the car and towered over me. I gulped.
" Don't you know to keep your hands off a man's property, woman ?" He said in a deep raspy voice.
" I'm so sorry I-." I was stopped by hearing my name.
" Miss Margaret!" A man in a black suit with a hat shouted. " Miss Margaret he's waiting for you in the car!"
The man growled at me ." Well uhm, as you can see, I have to go now." I ran to the other limo and yanked on the door handle. " Open up! Open up! Open up!" I opened the door and slammed it behind me.
" Jesus Margaret don't hurt the car!" I looked over and Mick sat there with an angry look.
" That man was going to kill me! " I shouted.
" Well maybe you shouldn't bang on his limo! "
" You saw? And didn't do anything?"
He laughed." Yea. You were pounding on his car." He stopped to laugh.
" Oh forget it. " I crossed my arms.
" Come on now wifey, don't be so cross." He tickled my chin. I smacked his hand away.
" I'm not your wife yet. So keep your hands off. Plus, there are no paparazzi anywhere so there is no need to touch me."
" Well alright. But what is with the outfit?"
" What's wrong with it?" I looked up and down my clothes.
" I'm supposed to be marrying you, not adopting you as my 11 year old daughter!" He said in a thick British accent.
" Wha-I! You've got to be kidding me! You know this marriage isn't going to work out if you-."
" Ah,ah,ah. We aren't married, yet." He tapped my nose. He looked at me with this smirk.
I crossed my arms and faced the window the whole car ride to the airport.

We got to the jet and Mick stood there with his hands out. " Where are your bags?"
" What do you mean where are my bags?" I started to freak out. Then I remembered that he said I could stay at his home while he was gone.
" The bags of clothes. Which you need to change in. Unless you plan on dressing as Sally Brown for the next few days." He laughed as the chauffeur chuckled in sync.
" I don't need this." I stormed away from the jet.
" Margaret." Mick grabbed my arm. " They're just jokes , darling. Ever heard of them?" He said condescendingly.
" I'm not your 'darling'." I said imitating his British accent." And yes I know what a joke is, have you looked in the mirror lately?" I stormed towards the jet and I heard Mick's chuckle from behind me.

Mick's POV
" She's feisty, isn't she?" I asked Bernard, my chauffeur.
" Yes sir she is." He laughed.
I shook my head as I boarded the plane. She sure is something . She's lucky she's good looking.