Forced To Love

Chapter 1

MEGHAN

I woke up to soft sunlight streaming through the full sized window of the room. I could see the water sparkling in broad daylight. Water? Where did that come from? I turned in my bed and saw cream-colored walls with olive green curtains. The bed was in the middle of the room, chocolate brown, and so were the side tables. I sat up and saw a cream-colored plush love seat with olive green cushions. The room gave a warm and cozy feeling.

All of a sudden, as sleep escaped me, I realized where I was, my husband's house, in Melbourne. It definitely looked like a beach house. To be honest, I don't think he even lived here and that's why I was asked to shift here. It was nothing like my pent house apartment in Toronto that had the view of tall buildings. But this house was beautiful, at least the view was.

I was too irritated to take a look at the entire house last night. I was tired and grumpy, new in Melbourne, having no idea where to get food from since the fridge was not even stocked. His dad's secretary told me that the spare key would be underneath a pot, behind the bushes near the front door and I could let myself in. I've never even spoken to him ever before.

I found the first empty room and dragged my suitcases in. Fortunately, the view from the room was beautiful. The beach looked beautiful shining under the moonlight. I left the curtains open so I could soothe myself with the view and try to get some sleep.

I turned around to grab my phone and saw that it was eight already and I had a meeting at ten for the post of a Public Relations' manager in one of the firms. I had to shower, eat and look for the address and find a cab to reach there. I hope I won't be late; I don't want my first impression to be ruined. I've worked really hard to not be a part of my dad's firm. Even though he has a son, I don't know why he still wanted me to be a part of it. After long, tiring arguments that exhausted the both of us, he knew that I won't give up because I was as stubborn as my mom and wont budge from my decision.

I got out of the bed and went to the kitchen in search of something to eat. I opened the cabinets looking for plates, cookies, and coffee, anything that slightly resembled to my morning ritual.

ASTHON

I woke up to the sounds of somebody slamming the cabinet doors downstairs. I groaned in pain because I had a splintering headache. I was way too hung-over from the drinks I had with my friends last night. It was definitely an all boys night out. I don't remember bringing any girl home with me. I looked down at myself and I was still wearing my jeans from last night. Wow, I must be really out of it that I slept with them on. I don't even remember coming home.

I heard another cabinet door slammed. I quickly stumbled out of the bed, grabbing my phone and looked for my baseball bat. I quietly climbed down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. I peered through the door, my stance ready to hit anyone I see in sight. But to my surprise, I saw the back of a woman bent down, searching through my fridge. She was wearing a pair of red short shorts with her cute little bums popping out and a white tank top. She had dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail. I relaxed my stance and stared at her ass. Who was she?

Suddenly she turned around with a loaf of bread and the bottle of milk in her hands. Within a split second, she froze, her eyes widened like they would pop out of their sockets and she screamed, "Who are you?"

"Who the fuck are YOU?" I retorted. "And what are you doing in my house?"

"Ashton?" she asked.

"Yes," I said a little unsurely, raising my baseball bat again, not sure who this woman was. And how did she know my name? I don't remember ever seeing her before.

Her eyes on the other hand relaxed, all the fear evaporated and I could see them roaming all over my body, like she was shamelessly checking me out.