Short Stories/ One Shots

His Bride III

Blake's POV

The place is beautiful, I can't believe this is where I'm gonna be living from now on. Well that is until we get the divorce.

I don't know but just thinking about the divorce leaves a bitter taste to mouth and an ache in my heart.

Dinner was amazing, we had a wonderful conversation.

We shared things about eachother, who knew Gustavo was sweet and kind, those magazines and news were just exaggerating about him.

His favourite colour is purple, which is weird for men like him. seeing as most of them love black or red.

He wanted to be a chef but his dad convinced him to study Business so he could take over the business.

He loves cooking and baking, 'it calms him' he said......

🔵🔵🔵🔵🔵Flashback🔵🔵🔵🔵🔵🔵

"When I was small I would always be in the kitchen with our maid lola, she was a beautiful woman, she treated me like her son, she wasn't fortunate enough to give birth so she took me as hers and I'm grateful to her, she taught me how to cook, bake, make my bed, laundry and many other things, she was a wonderful woman" he finished, I noticed a smile on his face and his watery eyes caught my attention too. Making me reach for his hand, rubbing it slowly showing him I was listening to him and he could let it out.

"So where is she, I didn't see her at the wedding" I asked, a sad smile also evident on my face.

"She died" he chuckled, a sad one, one that is often let out by a hurt person, and that made my heart squeeze.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, I'm sure she's in a better place now" I said, still rubbing his hand in a sympathetic way.

"Thank you" he said giving me a smile.

"And I'm sorry for my sister's departure and her almost basically embarrassing your family....and mine too" I don't know why I was apologising but I felt like it was the best thing to do. Since she wasn't here to do it, I figured why not do it. I mean what she did was rude and stupid.

"It's not your fault, and I can't force her into a marriage she doesn't want to be a part of" he shrug.

"But.." I was about to talk

"I didn't force you, you could have easily rejected the wedding, I only wanted to go further with the marriage because of Lola"

"She always wanted me to get married and have kids and that's what I plan on doing" he finished before standing up.

"So if I want a divorce, you'll let me" I asked, even though the ache in my heart was getting stronger each time I think about or mention the word divorce.

"Yes" he said

"Oh okay" I said playing with my left over food.

"When do you want it?" I heard making me look up

"Huh?" I asked.

"The divorce, when do you want it?, I can ask my lawyer to start with the divorce papers" He said, and that's when I noticed something, he looked defeated, sad. His eyes held so much emotions.

"I don't know" I whispered not sure about it. It was like I emotionally and physically can't bring myself to accept the divorce now.

"When you decide, let me know" he said as he walked up to me.

"Okay?" I looked up meeting his brown huge eyes that heard sincerity in it

"Okay" I said with a small voice.

I know damn well I'm blushing hard af.

I think I should give this marriage a chance. I watched him walk upstairs, clearly leaving for our room.

Our Room.

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Last chapter for these two♥️