His Obsession

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''Let me introduce you to Mr.s Jacobs.''

Hold the Eff up.

Did he seriously just say what I think he said?

My mind came to a stop as everything around me seemed to exist, I continued to replay his words in my head. 

Was he doing this to humiliate me? Was this his way of taking revenge for the multiple times I rejected him and didn't give him a chance? Slapped him? Ignored him?

Because if it was, then it wouldn't be good for him in the end.

If this was his form of revenge, then mine would put his to shame, that  I can assure. 

And I'll make sure he regrets it.

I was pulled out of my vengeful thoughts by a flash that nearly blinded me, Why are people allowed to have cameras again? 

I blinked a couple of times to get rid of the black and white spots that were dancing in front of my eyes and though the flash may have temporarily blinded it also seemed to unfreeze everything that was frozen a couple of minutes ago. It all seemed to happen too fast, I registered the number of people in the room, acknowledged the fact that almost all of them were reporters and all were... shouting?

Why were they all shouting?

It took me a couple of more seconds to figure out that they were shouting questions, Wow, he really shocked me into being stupid, blind, and deaf.  Their voices were gradually rising, as each shouted their own questions, waving and pointing at themselves to get noticed, to not have their question being avoided. 

Man, how can people do this for a living? Doesn't it hurt to always shout? I shook my head at my own thoughts, Of course, it doesn't, that's why they signed up for it.

My eyes widened as each of their questions got easier to understand; 

''When is your wedding?''

''Did you two set a date for the wedding yet?''

''Are you pregnant?'' I choked on that one.

''Yeah, Ms. Ava. Are you pregnant? Is that the reason the most sought-after bachelor settled?

''Did you blackmail him?''

''Are you marrying him for money?''

I can't breathe. That was the thought that was running through my mind and body, I can't breathe. I couldn't do anything besides standing still, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, and convince myself not to an anxious break down in the middle of a huge crowd of men that have cameras with them and are recording every single moment and event that's taking place.

I feel a warm body slide up to mine before a concerned and slightly panicked voice of Evan enters my ears, ''Are you, alright?'' His voice is the last one on the earth I want to listen to right now and it's equivalent to nails sliding down on a chalkboard. ''No,'' I whisper in a calm and controlled voice, ''I'm not.''

''I'm so sorry, I never meant for it to happen this way, but I had to prove it to you.'' Prove it to me. Prove it to me?! What in the living HELL would he want to prove to me right now? I want to ask, I really do but I feel light-headed and woozy, wow the room is spinning now, I know I'm gonna faint before it happens and I let the darkness consume me and succumbed to it immediately. The last thing I hear before fainting is Evan's panicked and angry voice shouting for everyone to, ''Get the fuck out of this room.''

God, I think as I fall and feel strong envelope me, the paps are gonna have a field day with this one.

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