Living With Him

Six: A Powerful Paper

I sat at one of the white leather couches and he sat on the opposite one facing me. I crossed my legs and arms and shook my head after taking in everything that he said.

"I don't get it" I shrugged. "This whole 'I want my parents to be happy enough to finally sign the company over to me and at the same time I want to win her back' scenario. I thought you do own the company?"

He sighed and folded his arms as well.

"I already told you, I'm taking care of it for them. They will only sign it over once I have someone to bring to them."

"As a girlfriend?"

"Yes" he nodded.

"So winning her back," I unfolded my arms "will that come before your parents sign the company over or after?"

"I was hoping at the same time."

I furrowed my brows and rolled my eyes at the situation. Seriously, this sucks and I'm the one to get sucked into it.

"Then tell me this, why did you guys even break up? You're a handsome couple."

"Everyone thought so too for four years."

My eyes widened as far as they could. "Wow! So what happened?"

"She gave up."

"She gave up? Did you cheat on her?" I asked since of course, who would give four years up? Probably his uber controlling nature made her leave.

"No!"

Ooh...kay, I guess I asked the wrong question since he looked like I just accused him of being gay. Guess this asshole is loyal.

"Then why?"

"She got tired waiting for me to propose to her."

"Oh!" I laughed for a good two minutes and took a deep breath in and released it to compose myself."Women's top problem in a long term relationship! Are you scared making commitments?"

"I'm not scared of commitments" he answered and somehow my eyes caught glimpse of his arms flexing as he folded his arms tighter. "I won't ask you to help me officially own the company if I'm scared of commitments. I wouldn't employ people if I'm scared of committing."

"Did you have any plans—to propose to her?" I asked.

If he wasn't afraid of commitments then he should've plans to propose, right? Maybe she just had to wait a little longer.

"No" he answered spot on.

"But why?" I asked again.

The corner of his left eye twitched which made my ears move back just a bit. I'm probably annoying him again. It's amazing how fast I can annoy him though.

"I don't need a wife" he answered and the way his face relaxed with his answer made it evident that he's really standing by his answer.

"Oh you poor sap" I pouted and that made him glare at me. "You want to die alone."

"What made you think I want to die alone?"

Oh don't go yelling at me mister. Or maybe you should yell since your muscles flex deliciously when you do.

He started to unfold his arms and I clenched my jaw a bit.

Happiness gone—I thought when he did because I won't get to see his arms flex.

"I want to be with someone. I just don't see the need to marry. I'm still too young to marry."

"What are you, like eight years old?"