MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 51

Ann’s POV

The front door opens from outside, making me step aside as Luca strolls in.

I flash him a smile but he only regards me with a courtesy bow before walking past me.

I bite my lower lip, hesitation creeping in.

I've been back since last night and I haven't set my eyes on Vince. Bored to death, I decided to go meet with Tessa.

Luca is supposed to take me there but he seems busy so I walk out.

Vince has been so distant since the other day. At first, I couldn't believe he would leave me there just like that but as the day progressed into the next day, reality dawned on me.

Vince was doing everything he was doing because he liked me. He truly does.

He used to insist on taking me to the academy because he liked spending time with me.

He used to insist on my going with the guards because he wanted to protect me, not just for myself but because he didn't want any harm to befall me.

I probe, annoy and force him to talk but he doesn't get angry.

He is doing all of that because he likes me. He didn't outcast me even after he knew my connections with Isaac Rossi and Carter.

That would have been the deal breaker for most men. Especially men in the business like his.

But the more I think about all of this, the more confused I become. Vince told me he doesn't do love. Isabella said the same thing as well and I can see it.

Why he decided to tell me he liked me is what I don't get.

What comes next after a man tells you he likes you? Am I supposed to jump into his arms and tell him I liked him too with passion?

Is this the point where we make our marriage real?

At the thought of that, a dread fills me up. I haven't thought of a life here permanently.

None of the guards stop me like I think they will.

Everyone seems to be minding their business and it makes me wonder if Vince had told them not to have anything to do with me again.

To be honest, it makes me so sad. The fact that I haven't seen him in days is depressing.

I find myself worrying about him, wondering if he is fine and what he is doing.

This thing, between us- this new situation is the last thing I need right now.

I hop into the cab and dial Vince’s number as the cab drives away.
It rings for several minutes before going to voicemail.

I have been trying so hard to summon enough courage to call him since Tuesday after he left me at that hotel, but I haven't been able to call him.

When I came back, I went to his office but he wasn't there. I thought of calling but decided against it, thinking he might be busy.

I slept off while waiting for him to come home.

He never did.

I dial his number again and it goes to voice mail. Finally, I give up, sighing with anger brewing inside of me.

Apparently, he is avoiding me and it annoys the shit out of me. I never knew Vicente was this childish.

But on second thought, I feel bad for him. I feel bad for telling him off that way. I should have asked him what he meant when he told me he liked me.