Vindicta

Price Residence (Part 2)

Chapter Eight - Price Residence (Part 2)

James was surprisingly ecstatic about the whole marriage thing now. I still don't know what Alec said to him but now James couldn't stop suggesting ideas about the marriage.

I was busy packing some more of my stuff in my room and I could hear hear him from up here. 'Dad I want a new tuxedo,' 'Alec are you really marrying her? She's so clumsy,' 'Dad do you think Scarlet will trip down the aisle?' 'Alec don't make her wear heels' and so on.......

I pulled my hair in frustration and kicked the door shut to block his voice out.

The last thing I wanted from this situation was to see my family planning it. I can't believe this. I was supposed to get out of this, now everyone knows I am getting married to Alec. How am I going to run away if everyone is expecting me at the altar?

The door to my room opened, pulling me out of my train of thoughts and Alec stepped in. He had an unusual scowl on his face and I raised a brow at him.

"What?"

"We can't leave,"

"Why not?"

He walked over to my window and lifted the blinds up. It was now when I noticed the lightning in the dark sky. It was pouring heavily and I was surprised I didn't hear anything at all.

I averted my gaze to Alec who seemed to have frozen at the window, his hand resting firmly against the frame as he looked outside.

A warm feeling erupted in my chest at the sight of him looking so calm and contented for once. His face muscles were relaxed as the breeze pushed his hair back and I felt goosebumps forming on my skin, a strange feeling taking over me.

Just then, he cleared his throat and turned to me.

I blinked. "Uh so what? We have to drive anyway,"

"Your dad insists on staying,"

"And you agreed?" I raised a brow.

"I had to, seeing that the weather may get worse and it's not a short drive from here,"

"You're right,"

I could feel his gaze on me as I folded my clothes and placed them in the suitcase. I looked up to find him glaring at me and was a bit taken aback. What did I do now?

"Just so you know, I didn't cause the storm," I spoke.

"But we would have been back at the apartment by now if you didn't want to pack your stuff," He snapped.

"Excuse me? It's not like I knew it was going to rain. Also, I had to pack my clothes eventually. I've got nothing in my wardrobe at your place,"

"With all the money I own Scarlet Price, it wouldn't be laborious to change your entire wardrobe to new," He rolled his eyes.

"No thanks Richie Rich. I don't need your money," I gave him a sarcastic smile.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "How ironic,"

I raised a brow at him. "What?"

"Says the one who is marrying me for my money," He smirked.

My jaw dropped at his words. The way he said it, made them seem so wrong. Like I was a gold digger and was marrying him for money. Well, the statement was partially true. I did need his money, but I wasn't a gold digger.

I kept my eyes down, not really wanting to meet his gaze. It's not like he was completely wrong. I was marrying him for money.

But his words did tick off some nerve of mine.