Every Day Is A Second Chance

Chapter 6: You Don't Know Me

HENRY

"Don't leave the press will suspect. Did you ever think that?" I asked angrily. What is she thinking? Is she out of her mind?

"Okay then. Where am I supposed to stay?" She asked. Obviously looking irritated.

"Here. With me. Security will be close by." I stated and signaled her to follow me. As we move inside the Villa I go up the stairs. I glance at the mirrors around to see if she followed, and she did.

"There are only 2 rooms here. You stay there." I say as I pointed at the room with the floral door. The room I wish was never here.

"And I'll be staying here, just beside your room. So don't make too much noise and don't break anything cause we're the only ones in the house. No maids or butlers. Just you and me." I continued explaining.

"Henry, I get it. Now go. I am too tired for bickering." she said sounding tired and pissed. As she shuts the door, I sigh. 

I am never going to like that brat. I have to sleep, Paris is not going to be a joke. I won't just go there because of the "honeymoon publicity" I'm going there to get away. 

Away from everyone and everything.

I should drink this out. Drinking has been a hobby. Alcohol is the only thing that understands me. I walk to the fridge to get pint and wine, maybe a little beer as well and milk. And then I sit back to the sofa. What the hell happened to my life? Am I really a jerk? A prick? Everything I do is because of my father and everything I mostly am now is because of Catherine. Ahh! That bitch. I lay down the sofa and think. It is cold here. Suddenly I hear footsteps, I swiftly close my eyes and listen.

"What is it with this guy and the lack of food in the fridge? Ahh, here's the milk" It's just my newly wed spoiled brat wife. I think she's too much for me to handle. As I fell eyes staring at me, I felt the chills? That never happens and then I suddenly felt something warm, like a hand touch my head and then a blanket over my body. Is this really Casey I'm with? Maybe this is part of an act. After that I heard a door close. Well I should probably stop thinking about it and start thinking that tomorrow is going to be a big day.

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I take her hand and escort her out of the car. She was wearing shorts with her black sleeve less and white cardigan paired with her black short boots. Damn. She has long flawless legs. I felt a sudden wave of desire and my little friend down there is starting to awaken. I groan. Why does she have to be a hottie? Ugh. I'm suppose to hate her. Not lust for her. Someone else will have to answer my libido. We went inside my private plane and sat across beach other.
Ah, this is boring. It's time for her to meet the legendary Bridgerton.

"Let's see if you'll survive a plane ride with me. I'm sure you like this. Admit it. A plane ride with Henry Adriane Bridgerton has always been your dream. After all, you like me." I told her.

"Oh, it's on Bridgerton. I will never admit anything to you. After all, there's nothing to admit." An awkward silence seems to have come to the scenario. She was staring at a God foresaking boring girly book. Is she seriously not affected by my presence? I then start to stare at her legs. Damn.

"I just realized, you're actually sexy" with that she blushed. Ha! One point goes to Henry Bridgerton.

"Well, your a jerk who sleeps with models so, I don't know if I'd believe you. You don't only look like a maniac, you also talk like one. How does the world deal with this guy?" She says aloud.