An Engagement Of PARALLELS

16- Reyna

I twist in my sleep. Somebody is shaking me up, gently yet I have no intention of waking up. My whole body is aching as if I have worked out four times for four hours in a single day.

But the person brushing away my hair from my face doesn't know that. They are pampering me to wake up. But that's no way to wake anyone, if possible they are only going to make me want to fall asleep more.

I sigh, willing my heavy eyelids to open. The room is dark and yet it takes a moment for my sight to get adjusted to my surroundings. The minute they land on Maverick, I sit bolt upright.

"Have I overslept? What time is it? Wait...where are we? This is not my room?"

He chuckles and I notice he is ready for somewhere. He is wearinga three piece suit. "Calm down,Reyna. We are in Canada. For a meeting."

I scratch my head and it all rush back. The early morning arrival, the deal, the evening party. The Volkovs. "Have I slept through all of the things we came for?"

"No." Maverick's expressions remain neutral even as worry flickers in his eyes. "Are you okay, though?"

I crack my neck. I'm not okay. My body feels like its shutting down on me. But if I tell him that, he will probably ask me to rest again and then what was the point? Me coming to Canada?  To crach on fluffy beds?

"I am."

"Great then, get ready because we have to attend this evening thing. This is where he'll officially sign the paperwork which we went through in the noon." He pauses and looks at the state I am in. "How much time do you need?"

Weariness creases my brows as I turn and look in the large mirror at the other end of the room.

Am I looking that bad? Yes I am.

"I'll be ready in twenty." I tell him assessing myself closely. Thank God its evening time. Nothing a bit of smoky eyes and nude lips can't fix. My hair is having a day so they have to be in an updo and I only know two styles. Since this is less business, more party, I decide with a semi messy-chic one and take my dress and makeup bag to the bathroom.

"Hey,do you want me to go out?" I hear Maverick call from the room.

While part of me appreciate him asking me that and it will be less nerve wreaking if he wasn't here but him standing out of our room or going alone downstairs to where the party is might draw a hell lot of suspicions.

"No, it's fine." I call back.

Relief spread across my face, as my hair and makeup session move towards an end. I don't look drastically different but at least I look presentable enough. Enough to pass for a billionaire's fiancee. I go to unpack my dress from the bag and admire Velma for her packing skills.

Since this trip was just after the engagement and I was busy with preparing the file work, I had asked Velma to pack for me and she did an excellen....

My breath knot in my throat when I see what's inside the bag. This is not from my wardrobe. This is one of Maverick's girlfriend's dresses. I remember it because its exquisite emerald color. One of the best from the thousands, that were showcased in my closet when I first moved to Maverick's house.

Shit!

He is going to be pissed. And rightfully so. Nobody wants to see his ex's dress on a pretend- wife. Hell, even I don't want to be wearing this. I look around for my phone to give Velma an earful over her adventures with my wardrobe but the damn phone is on the nightstand.

I twist my arm to hold the back of my neck sighing heavily. My head feels like it will tumble down on the floor.

"Reyna? We are getting late." Maverick calls.