The Deal

Chapter 25

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I was currently getting ready for dinner. Not only was Christian forcing me to go because he "always had a better time with me around" but my mother has also made it a requirement for me to go as well. She said she needed to make a good impression. Not only that but she also added that she needed her and Christians engagement to seem genuine. I have no idea what isn't genuine about a false marriage.

Maybe I was a bit bitter about the marriage because of the situation it puts me in with Christian. If today has taught me anything, it's that whatever I have with Christian is way past just friends or two people being slightly attracted to each other.

Today I was given the chance to come completely clean to Christian, to tell him that I did not want any sort of relationship with him outside of the slight friendship we did have. I had the chance, and I decided not to take it because I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to!

Am I a horrible person for that? Am I horrible for wanting to keep whatever has been going on to continue to go on? Nonetheless, you can say that I'm very confused about the whole situation. I'm not even sure what to do next or how to act around him at this point.

Christian is clearly a very blunt person. He didn't hesitate to make it clear to me that he "liked" me and that he wanted a bit more then what we have going on at the moment. Only thing is that I'm not some single girl! I'm with Alexander, or at least I'm supposed to be with Alexander, yet I'm daydreaming about Christian. How can I not?

Christian is not only a wonderful man but he's good looking and he has this charm to him that drags you in, literally, every word he speaks has me melting.

I seriously need to get help because I'm obviously just a horrible person, right?!

Anyways my mother had forced me to wear some very nice dress. It was a royal blue color that went to my knees. I paired it with some white heels and before I knew it the car was here to pick us all up.

Christian was dressed in a white button up with a beige jacket over it. He wore some dark black pants and some nice black dress shoes to match. I swear this man kept constantly dressing better.

I have no idea how he does it! I suck at attempting to dress fancy in any sort of way that my own mother is usually the one picking out my outfits.

"You look beautiful as always," Christian said as I walked out of my room. Even though every part of me wanted to shut it down, shut him down, I couldn't help but blush in response. "Come on, your mother is waiting." He nods his head towards the staircase, motioning me to go before him.

I walk down the stairs, struggling quite some bit with my high heels on. At this point you'd think I'd get used to wearing them let alone walking with them.

I was halfway down the steps when my feet basically got tangled within each other. I was ready to just accept my fate and fall down the stairs when two strong hands wrapped around my waist, catching me from falling down the marble staircase and to the ground with what I assume would be a bunch of bruised and maybe even a few broken bones.

"Shall I carry you the rest of the way?" He whispered jokingly. I shake my head, looking down at my feet and mentally cursing them because now I was wrapped in his arms and God did it feel good despite the fact that I was only wrapped in his arms because he was saving me from falling.

"Sorry." I murmur. I felt quite embarrassed. But boy was I thankful that he was there to stop me from falling the rest of the way down. If I had fallen it would've been 200 times more embarrassing.