Marriage?

12 : Rough hands!

Ch 12: Rough hands!

Bella Richards

Everything's okay.

It's okay.

Don't over think about his words

Just smile and get the day over with.

I heaved a deep exhale as I stood in front of the mirror. I had just done my touch-up for my makeup after thinking about him and his words all the while. Yes, my eyes had gotten teary, but I didn't cry of course; henceforth I had to touch up a little. I stride towards my closet to find a suitable pair of shoes for my dress - which is obviously black heels.

I took out the black Saint Laurent heels that I adored with all my heart. It was the best gift that I ever got from my in-laws. Beside it, my white wedding heels were neatly placed - reminding me about the memories of my wedding. The way he helped me up...the way he looked at me...the way our lips indirectly touched...I could kill for it to happen again - but without the thumbs pressed on my lips.

And then his words ringed in my head...

I can promise you everything, Bella; but not a relationship. You'll end up shattered.

ARGHHHH GET A HOLD ON YOURSELF BELLA EVANS

I shook my head to get out of my thoughts and wore my heels. I quickly grabbed my clutch bag - not wanting to get late. It was 7:05, and we still had time, but I cannot mess up. And who knows if he has some work and wants me to dress quickly.

Christiana had texted me that she was ready, and she will be there just some blocks ahead of the venue. I went out of my room and stepped down the stairs after crossing the huge hallway. I saw him talking to someone on the phone as I got down. His eyes captured mine—not moving one bit from me. My heart started drumming in my chest as I saw his hazel eyes turning a shade darker and his jaw clenching and unclenching at that very moment. I gulped down a lump of saliva and stepped down. As I was near the last step, I saw his hand in my view. I looked up to see him extend his hands for me to take. I didn't need it, but I wanted it.

I slowly placed my fingertips on my rough big hands, while my feet touched the last step of the stairs. His thumb was caressing my fingers gently, with care, which boosted my condition even more.

Finally when I got down, he gently pulled me towards him, yet still maintaining a distance between us. I internally smiled because of his gentleman nature - which makes me feel attracted to him even more.

His eyes were stuck on me, while the other person on the other line was blabbering about some stuff, and he didn't pay his attention to it - as it seemed like. I couldn't look up at him, mostly because of my lowered confidence in front of him. I MEAN- imagine a fucking hot guy is in this kinda close proximity with you, WHAT WOULD YOU BE LIKE?! And the fact that he's holding your hand makes the situation worse!

I dunno why she is justifying herself. She's dumb. Whatever

"Huh?" His attention was back on the phone line when the other guy called his name out. He answered some of his questions with a curt yes, or no, or maybe just a hum.. I could see that stoic expression on his face which only reflected anger and irritation. I felt a little uneasy, I dunno why.

"Hm, yes." He responded to whoever he was talking to and took his phone off his ears and cut the call. His hands are still in mine.

I waited for him to say something while he put his phone in his pockets and clenched his jaw. He turned towards me and said, "Is the girl you were bringing ready?" I simply nodded at his question.