Married to my Enemy

Chapter 6

As Kohl removed his arm off my waist he began to reach over me, holding onto the bed frame, he pulled on it and neared closer.

When he drew in closer I was pretty sure I stopped breathing. He was just mere inches away from me now.

I was about to push him off me when he reached over, to place his hand on top of the alarm clock that sat by my side. He grabbed it to adjust it and then placed it back. I didn't even realise it was ringing.

I looked at him with a confused expression. He grinned as he slid out of bed.

I carried on with the rest of my day, doing anything and everything to keep myself busy.

Honestly, before I was even here I would have never dreamed of picking up the vacuum cleaner or doing any cleaning whatsoever but I couldn't not do anything now.

Kohl had arrived earlier than he usually did, it was only 2:26 pm. "We're going out, get ready." He said as he quickly stripped out of his office outfit. I nervously glanced at him. "Where?" I asked cautiously, he didn't look like he was in the mood.

He sighed. I was right something was off. "I don't know. Ask mum she told me someone from my dad's side is getting married and we have to attend." He said bitterly. "We don't have to go right?" I asked since it didn't seem like he wanted to go, "I mean it's your dad's side, you don't need to if you don't want to." I said as calmly as I could.

A moment of silence passed. "Of course, I don't want to, but mum's worried they'll think something's up if no one turns up and she's not exactly here to go, so we have to. Will you just get ready already? We have to leave soon." "Oh. But what do I wear?"

He looked like he had enough of me already but then he handed me a box of neatly pressed new outfits, 3 new outfits.

I eyed each outfit one had been a blue figure-hugging dress - definitely not wearing that, another had been a pink and green floral formal dress - which looked like the only appropriate one out of these as the last one was a white backless short dress - over my dead body.

Who picked these outfits?

"Mum told me to pick some outfits out I just asked the lady at the store what women liked to wear at weddings and she chose these."

As I was about to pick the floral formal when Kohl had already reached for the first dress, the blue one and shoved it in my hands, "go" he pointed at the bathroom.

I went to change. I really didn't wanna wear this dress, it was just unbelievably revealing. More than not wanting to wear it to the party in front of everyone, I didn't wanna leave the bathroom to have him see me in this.

But he banged on the door impatiently telling me we needed to leave if we wanted to get there soon enough. No shit, sherlock.

I unlocked the door and stepped out, he backed away a few steps.

I swear he couldn't keep his eyes off me. His eyes opened wide. He was scanning me from head to toe and his gaze stopped at the low neckline. Although I had thrown all my collarbone length hair to the front to take the attention off of my chest, it hadn't helped much.

I nervously glanced at the ground then back at him. He was then watching how delicately the dress had been hugging my hips showing off my curves and then his eyes wandered off to the slits of this long dress exposing my long legs. Now it was his turn to flush red.

"Turn around," he said plainly. "What? No!" I said in embarrassment. "Turn around" he demanded and I obeyed. I turned around to show off the backless part of my dress. He walked closer towards me. I held my breath for a second and let it out.

He went around to face me. He had no idea where to look. Well, don't look at me then.

I looked at him and he nervously cleared his throat, he scratched the back of his neck. "Change," he said almost too quietly. I looked at him in confusion as if to ask him why with my eyes. He sighed once more and looked annoyed at me.

"You're not wearing this." I wanted to ask why. I didn't want to anyway but I was curious. He replied as if he knew what I was about to ask and then made sure that I couldn't ask it anymore as it had been a blow to my face.

He'd said "because you look like a whore. So, go and change please." I held back at any tears that would have dropped any second. I ran to the bathroom and locked it behind me.

Angrily wiping away my tears behind the door.

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Why does he keep calling her that 😡
Hope you enjoyed this part! What dress would you have picked for Dara or for yourself? :)