His last minute bride

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The headache I felt was beyond comprehension. I knew it was because of the fact Eri had occupied my thoughts and I knew I needed to work but she was always a distraction in my head.

Even when I sleep, she'd appear in my dreams ever since that stupid kiss.

“Man, I think you should order something. You look stressed, what's up?” Darien asked through the not so loud music. We were in the V.I.P section of the club, the music wasn't too loud from where we were.

Darien called a waiter for us. “I want the most expensive drink you have here.” I said, I really needed to clear my head but I most certainly mustn't get drunk.

“Make that two.” Darien said, and the waiter left, coming back with our drink and 2 cups.

He dropped the cups in the table in front of us, filling both cups before leaving.

“Now come on, tell me what's in that mind of yours.” Darien took a sip of his drink.

“I don't know, it's just,” I lifted my drink from the table, taking a sip from it, “it's Eri, she's occupied my mind. I don't know.”

Darien rose an eyebrow. “Eri? Your wife?” He asked rhetorically.

“My last minute wife.” I corrected.

“So?”

“Which means I don't like her or want to consider her a real wife, I don't want to have anything with her.”

“I never said you like her.”

I sighed. “I don't know why, but every new day that breaks, she seems to have magically gotten prettier, I don't understand.”

He chuckled earning a glare from me. What was so funny? I'm hear pouring out all my stress and worries and he finds it funny.

“I'm sorry but it's just surprising to find out my best friend, Don Jones can actually fall in love.” He laid more emphasis on my name.

I shifted back, shaking my head. “Whoa whoa man, don't get me wrong. It's nothing related to love, it's just—it’s-” what is it?

“It's love my friend, it's not like it's a bad thing.” His smile was unwavering.

“It is a bad thing.” I retorted, stressing the ‘is’.

“And why is that?”

“How can I fall in love with her? I mean we've only known each other for about two months or something and we've not even been married for a month.”

“So?” He stared at me like I was stupid. “You're not the first man on earth to fall in love with a girl after two months of being together. I mean you've been living together for almost a month, what did you think would happen?”

“This is not some movie or novel where the couples make a contract marriage and end up falling in love in the process. This is reality Darien, real life!” I wanted that to stick to his brain, there's no way I could fall in love. It's not in my dictionary.

“You know you like her, you just don't want to admit it.” He took another sip of his drink.

“I know I don't.” I think. *I can't even say she likes me back.”

“Well, how does she respond to your change in behavior?”

I rose an eyebrow to him. “What change in behavior?”

“How do you treat her?”

“Well, since she's always occupying my thoughts, I just feel like the best way to get her out of it is to overwork her.”

He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

“What?” I pulled my brows to a frown.

“So let me get this straight, you feel attracted to Eri and instead of you to act like every other normal male by trying to get her to like you, you're throwing her away by overworking her.”

“Why don't you understand? I don't like her and do not plan on doing so.” I think.

“Shut up, we can't just keep repeating the same thing over and over. You know you like her, we're both aware of that fact so just shut the fuck up and let's talk about how you'd get her.” He finished the wine in his glass.

Was he right? Did I really like her? But wasn't it too soon to fall in love with someone you just met for not up to two months?

Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe all this feelings were actually because I-I think I like her.

“I don't understand you. Why would you bring someone to Australia for your honeymoon just to overwork her?” He poured himself another glass full of drink.

“It's not like it's a real honeymoon. My company have started the trillion dollar mission and I'm not going to let any feelings get in the way of that.”

A smile played on his lips.

“What?” I asked with creased brows.

“You said any feelings, does that mean you've admitted to having feelings for her?” His smile was even wider.

“Has my friend finally opened his heart for a female to walk in?” I couldn't help but wonder why this made him so happy.

“Well, I guess I do have some feelings for her and maybe these feelings mean I like her.” Gosh I'd finally admitted what had been choking my heart for days.

Maybe it wasn't bad to like her, all I just had to do was to make the emotions die down and then I'd come back to being the old Don Jones who had no care for emotions.

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