Oblivious To Love |ON HOLD|

Chapter 5

I'd be lying if I say I wasn't furious by this man's behavior. First he tells me to fetch him a notepad, which I didn't find in my hotel room, so I rushed to the notorious receptionist, asking for a paper. Running back up, looking like I've ran a marathon, he says their is no need of writing anything. He'd just simply tell me the rules. Tell me, my ass. He just wants to make me suffer. Pesky man.

"A simple set of rules: One, you are not to date anyone. Two, you are to satisfy my needs. And third, you won't disobey me." He said.

Satisfy his needs?

"What do you mean by satisfy your needs?" I asked quizzically.

"I am a man, Alessandra. What do you expect?" His eyebrows furrowed and then he stared at me, "You're not that innocent of a person to not know what I'm talking about now are you, cara?"

As realization dawned on me, I looked at him as if he's lost his mind. After a few minutes of our staring conquest, I spoke out icily, "I won't be sleeping with you."

"You would be my wife in a few days Alessandra. It'd be better to act like one." Few days? This man is bound on giving me heart attacks.

"I won't be your wife as you put it, Mr. Anderson, I would be your spouse. There is a difference between these words. I would not play a role as your personal bed warmer. And since you specifically told me that I am not allowed to date, I can't see a reason of why can't you get yourself a mistress to have se- to please you?" Crossing my arms, I glared at him. And he glared at me back.

"Now now. What did I say of disobeying me, cara? You'll have to work on that spitfire inside of you. And besides, you have no say in this marriage, Alessandra. You just do as I tell." With one hard glance, he stood up and walked to the door. Turning his head sideways, he added, "Pack your bags by tomorrow. We'll be leaving to San Diego. I also have some things that I wish to discuss with you. I'll talk to you torromorrow." And with that, he was gone.

I climbed onto my bed and clutched the pillows tightly against my chest, crying my heart out. What have I gotten myself into? Thinking about this marriage, now scared me more than ever. Was this the first step of making me regret living in this world? By making me his whore? Was he really that cold-hearted to force me in having sex with him? I've always wanted my first to be special. Yes, I am a virgin. A 22 year old virgin. How ironic. But I wanted to wait for the one. Not the man who'd barely look at me with a friendly expression. Apart from a few miraculous moments where Christian was in a sarcastic mood, his gaze on me was either hard, or emotionless. He wasn't a douchebag. I knew that. He was just being a douchebag. He was hurt. He thought I killed my sister and her baby, which he thought was his as well. Seeing what his mind forced him to think, he'd obviously treat me the way he does. My heart did clench at the thought of him seeing me as a murderer but my heart also felt his sadness. Sadness of loosing the opportunity of entering fatherhood.

Not knowing what to do, I carried my puffy eyes to Felicia's room. As she opened her door, I was met with her jovial face.

"Cat! Good news! I found the apartment. I'll be moving out in a few- Catherine? Are you okay? Why are you even standing outside? Come on in." Her once exciting face was now decorated with concern.

"What is it?" She asked me once we sat down on her bed.

"I've something to tell you. But please, promise me you'll listen to the end." I sniffled.

"Ofcourse." And with that one word, I started telling her everything. And by everything, I mean everything. It's funny how I started trusting her in such a short time. I've known her for what? A week? But we both knew it felt as if we'd known each other way back.

During the time I told her my drawn out story, her face remained expressionless. And like promised she didn't interrupt me at all. She let me say what I wanted to say.

After I finished, we both stayed silent for a few moments, until she broke it by clearing her throat.

"Sooo... Alessandra Gideon?" I nodded faintly, waiting for her outburst, but it never came.

"But I'll still call you 'Cat.' That nickname suits you." She said.

Nickname? I told this woman the story of my life and she is thinking about nicknames? Felicia Summers is an unbelievable person!

"So you're not going to through pillows at me and ask me to get out of your room and never show you my face again because I lied to you?" I asked, completely shocked by her reaction.

She laughed, "Pffffft. Obviously not. I knew there was something you were not telling me. I wanted you to tell me when you felt like it." She stood up and hugged me, whispering some soothing words in my ears.

Pulling back, she looked at me seriously. Now I was scared. I haven't seen Felicia serious before.

"Cat, you have to tell him the truth. You have to tell him everything before he founds out and hates you more for not telling him. Knowing the truth from you, he might even cease to be hard on you. You deserve all the happiness in the world and he does too. With the truth out, he'll be able to move on. Marrying would make you both miserable."

"I know but, I can't. Lillian-" I was cut off by her again.

"Lillian is dead, Cat. She wouldn't want you to ruin your life just because the person she was going to marry misunderstood the fight that happened before the accident and would hate her for lying about the baby's paternity. And as you told me before, they didn't love each other. They were together for the baby that wasn't even his. He wouldn't sulk on her death. He would understand that you tried." With a sigh, she continued, "He deserves to know the truth Cat. The pain you don't want him to feel would be much less than the pain he felt when he got to know of the baby's death."

I didn't know what to say. Maybe she was right. He ought to know. But do I have the courage to tell him?

"I'll miss you Fel." I told her, teary-eyed.

"I'll miss you too. But we'll talk everyday, right? Now, how about a girl's night out before you disappear into thin air the next day?"

I smiled. I am glad she bumped into me that day. I wouldn't have had this amazing woman by my side otherwise.