Hate And Love At It's Best

Chapter eight

The next morning I woke up with a headache and I don't even know why.

I got out of bed and went straight to the bathing room to do every thing that you in the bathroom with my head still pounding.

I went inside the walk in closet to find something to wear and what do I find Christian fuckin Grey's closet but more vintage and with women clothes on one side that has a note
'Here are the clothes I promised to by'

It doesn't take a genius to know Cole placed them there but when? I must be a heavy sleeper if I didn't hear him come in and out.

I chose dark blue denim  jeans with a maroon v-neck. And black sneakers.

I went out of the room moving towards the vintage corridors finding the stairs, walking downwards in search for the kitchen and lucky me I found it in 5 minutes.

Cole was sitting there talking to two men with black clothes. He looked up at me and asked "Hey what are you doing here?"

"Oh I don't know I'm hunting elephants in side the kitchen because that's exactly what you do in a kitchen." I reply with a duh face.

"Why so grumpy early in the morning?"

"Oh I don't know maybe the fact that you practically kidnapped me and forced me to marry you." I say this while opening the cupboard looking for something to eat.

"Okay please tell me when your done being bitchy and eating so we can go ring shopping. " He says getting up with those men leaving me alone.

I take out a box of cereal and milk. I start eating and when I'm done I wash the dish that I was using. After that I head straight out of the kitchen in search for the living room.

I found it in 10 minutes I sat down and watched T.V.

I've been watching 'Gods of Egypt' for 45 minutes and Cole enters his minions vanished like dust.

"Come on Africa we have shopping to do up!" How dare he? I mean how rude is that? I was watching my movie peacefully and he didn't even have the decency to let me pause because I missed the most romantic part of the movie.

"You are so rude!" I complain as I stomp on his foot and walking out.

"How the hell was I rude?"
Cole says after me as I enter the black SUV and he enters on the other side still waiting for my answer.

But I ignore him instead I ask him this. "When is the dinner with your parents?"

"6 pm...." He trails off unsure. Ugh so disorganized.

In 30 minutes we arrive a the jewellery shop and Cole asks me what colour would I want my wedding to be.

"I want a white and red themed wedding. the ring must be a ruby and the dress must have a bit of red in it."

"Why red?" Why red? Why red? It's such an easy answer that even a fool can get it right.

"Because I love red and it represents new beginnings for me oh and the most obvious is that it symbolizes the colour of love." I say with a duh tone.

"Oh..." Oh? Oh? I pity the male species.

We finally decide on a ring and we go shopping for wedding dress which he doesn't not see because it's bad luck blah blah blah yep you get my point. Me and Cole are entering the car now.

I never saw my parent's wedding because I was still a dream to them.

I never saw their wedding pictures because I think when they got married it was apartheid time.