Marc Anthony's POV
Walking through the cold somewhat misty morning with a gun, hunting ducks isn't all that bad. When I was a boy, my brother Ray and I used to do so with our father. The part I find to be scary is Bea Bianca walking behind me with a gun as well.I do not feel safe.
I can bet a million pounds that she is probably contemplating shooting me dead so that she can be free from marrying me.
Her father thought it a good idea to chaperone us. He couldn't send us duck hunting on our own with guns. He feared one of us would die and it would not be from friendly fire.
I am struggling to see through the misty morning but Bea seems to know her way through the place. Even with a blindfold she will probably find her way out of the woods. Maybe her father brings her shooting.
We remained quiet with the rest of the hunting party fanned out a little further behind until a loud deafening shot from Bea's gun ceased the silence. A duck fell dead at my feet. I think my heart dropped too.
I am glad for my ear muffs. She could have shattered my ear drum. I turned slowly with my jaw clenched to look at her smug self. "Really now?" I turned and asked her. "Couldn't you ask me to move?"
"Ask you? Did you ask me whether I wanted to be your bloody wife?" She snapped at me viciously.
"And so you shall kill me even before I propose you insolent mule!"
"You are knob head!" She lashed back.
I hate that her gun was pointed at me. It is a wrong move to pick a fight with a angry woman holding a gun but I can't help myself.
"What's your bloody problem exactly? I don't make the cut for your dream man? What do you want? Bloody Prince Charming on a white horse in a knight's armor? Grow up! This isn't a bloody fairytale!"
She aimed her gun at me and I aimed mine at her. This is just how much we can't tolerate each other.
"I have a twenty twenty vision, I won't miss." She told me.
"I'm agile, you're not. So princess, will you fire the gun or will you run your mouth all day?" I asked.
"That's enough!" Her father came to stand between us. "Give me the guns."
We took our time to surrender them but our eyes remained locked in a stare down.
"Let's head over to the lake. We'll take the boats to the other side of the forest. Marc Anthony's father is hosting brunch and we are invited. Chop chop now! Time waits for no man. One foot in front of the other! Let's go!"
He proceeded ahead of us.
"After you." Bianca offered with an evil smile.
She has her hands folded behind her back and so I honestly don't trust her.
"Ladies first."
"Don't patronize me Marc Anthony. I insist, you go first. I wouldn't want your spoilt privileged ass to get lost in this mist. It would be a tragedy you know." She feigned remorse.
"Well Bianca I would be lying if I say I'm trying to be a gentleman. I simply don't trust you walking behind me. After you. I insist."
"Just walk side by side for pits sake!" Her father yelled.
We did just that taking calculated steps so that no one would get ahead or fall behind of the other. For every step I took, she took two just so that she could keep up.
Our wellington boots helped us wade through a particularly murky part of the forest. At some point Bea almost tripped and I had to steady her as much as I was about ready to burst out laughing
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The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife
RomanceWhen he is given an choice between prison and a loveless marriage, Marc chooses to be trapped with a woman he does't know. But what he thinks will be the lesser of two evils turns out to be the greater one as they both drown into a whirlwind romance...