Fitted For Each Other

_Chapter Three_

"The First of the Many"

After Vernice said Yes to Dillon.

Do not look back. Do not look back! Never look back!!

I have too!!

I look back at the cafe after  I said yes to him. This is so irrational! Why did I say yes? Am I really getting married? Me? The Lazy girl who never thought this things would happen to her! And not just getting married, but the fact that I am a marrying  the Dillon Mathews!! It all dawned on me, like someone just poured a bucket of ice cold water.

"What have I done??" I murmured as I walk at the busy street of New York.

All I ever wanted was to marry a guy who love's me the way I am. But that won't happen. Because I'm not marrying for love, I'm marrying for money.. that's  the only explanation for my decision. He can give me the things I only see on TV or on the computer! Or the things I've seen on magazines. He can give me the world and all I have to be, is be his wife. There's no harm in that right? I mean, it's not like he is marrying me out of love.  This is a chance to finally escape my old life, an opportunity for me to be the person I wanted to be.

But why do I feel sad and that this isn't right? Marriage is a union of two souls that is bound together to holy matrimony by LOVE!!!
It's like mocking marriage! Me and my stupid beliefs! I'm a catholic and I'm a little conservative so yeah.. put a sock on it!

This is bad, I may have a tinie tiny bit.. okey not just a tinie tiny bit...but a huge crush on the guy.
Sue me! He is like a freaking walking Sex God!! How can I keep my hands to myself?? I might just loose all my self control and pounce on him!

Its okey, when he becomes your husband you will have all the right to him!! Just imagine his lips on yours...

A sudden surge of shiver went to my body at the thought, Im such a pervert! He is technically my fiance now. But he didnt propose you know!

Yeah, he didnt even bought me a ring!! Bastard! I huffed. I want romance, I want to be in love but I'm scared.. I'm terrified. Aside from being afraid of my feelings, is the expectations of people, I'm not marrying any man.. I am marrying the CEO of Mathews Hotel and Group of companies! A freaking billionaire!!

He makes hundreds and thousands of dollars a minute! And what do I make? A couple of bucks a day! And those paparazzi will be all over me! Digging dirt and exposing some unwanted skeletons inside my closet! And people will judge me! They will say a lot of nasty things to me and my family! All the stress! Yes I may become  rich but what will happen to my family? Yes I will be supporting them financially but emotionally.. I dont know if I can.

My phone starts ringing, its an unkwown private number. I answered it.

"Be ready tonight, I'll be at your house 6pm to tell your parents then at 8 we will head at my place for you to officially meet my parents. I had hire a personal secretary for you. We have little time left so we need to do everything hastily but you dont have to worry, everything is settled down. Starting tomorrow..." He didnt stop talking..from image stylist to my personal publicist to my work out trainer to my wardrobe stylist, and some I dont know. His words floats in my mind. This is the life that I will be in.

"You all need them, especially with your fashion taste-"

"Woah! What's wrong with my fashion taste?" I demanded.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" He sounded bored.

"As far as I know, I like my style okey? What if I prefer comfort over style? I wear what I want to wear and you Sir are very rude to point it out!" I cut him off and scolded him.