[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Life is humbling.
Unexpected, unnerving and most of all pretty surprising.
Although nothing and I mean nothing surprises me as it used to, ofcourse there had to be an exception in my life. That without me even saying should be clear.
My wife.
Was I humbled? surprised? and most of all disappointed? when she left me alone after igniting a flame inside of me, a flame of hope? That this-us could possibly go somewhere after all.
Yes, she did.
And I am so angry at myself for thinking that she won't do me dirty this time, to think that maybe she too sees that's something has shifted between us, that's I don't just protect anyone with my life and miss them when they're not around.
But Amaya as before has herself drawn up tight, and after the recent event of her abandoning me again after we shared a moment? I don't think I can handle any more rejection at the moment.
That is the particular reason to why I am giving her my silence as I drive to the hotel where I've reserved seats for us while trying my level best to not look at the magnificent beauty that is her, sitting right beside me.
We had to keep up the public appearances and my ego is still a bit bruised, cut me some fucking slack because I really didn't want to go out with her right now.
Liar. Shut up.
The maroon of her silk dress compliments her well as her dair hair cascades down her back in beachy waves. The makeup she attempted is light-although she needs none and the sight of her has me failing to stop from gazing her.
Yes, my tie matches hers thanks to Mira who sneaked me the color Amaya was wearing and as if sensing my hesitation made sure I wore it infornt of her before doing anything else.
There is silence in the car, the one I don't like but can't break either. It wavers a moment later when the girl besides me speaks. "How far along are we?" her voice is hesitant, alarmed yet mine still stays cold, distant.
"15 more minutes."
She looks at me while I still have my gaze straight on the road, Amaya looks taken aback? Surprised maybe that I spoke with her in a tone I speak with any ordinary person.
