Love Found In the Contract

CHAPTER SIX 🦋

week five 

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My first week sleeping in the service room was not bad. It was more comfortable knowing that I had the bed to myself, but it was also heartbreaking. I was getting used to having his warm body next to me. Of feeling his small slender finders rose my arms. 

We no longer have a silent breakfast. Either he leaves for work earlier or I go on a run. We don't cross paths. The only sight of life that I have of him is the mess he leaves behind in the kitchen the noise his car makes as he comes and goes from and to work. 

And the disgusting loud noises that come from his room at night. It turns out I was right, it was a matter of time before he brought a mistress home. I have not seen them but I know that its a different girl every time.  He is such a fuck boi. 

But I understand, he and I are nothing but a contract between our parents. He is straight and I am not. He is in all his right to have a mistress. Mistress? Should I even call them that, do I have the right? 

That's right I don't. We are not even friends.  They are not mistresses but rather his one night stands. I should be happy that he is getting some rather than sad. I should be cheering him on for enjoying his life. He is handsome and at the right age to enjoy life.

putting my earphones back on, I block the noises coming from his room and attempt to continue my reading.  

Five hours pass and the noises continue. He has great stamina, good for him. 

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As the sun peaks inside the red room, that I now call mine, I get up ignoring the noises that keep going. I shower and let tears fall. Tears for what I am not sure. I have nothing to be sad about. 

After my shower, I put on my favorite suit, and walk out from the back door. 

I'm glad that my cars arrived last night because its the perfect time to explore California. 

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I watch as Brittany, or maybe Sarah, I don't remember her name, to be honest, put on her clothes back on. She was hot but that was about it. Her voice was too high for my liking and her skin was rough compared to his.  Her laugh and eyes were dull and annoying compared to his. 

During this week I have seen and been with twenty women and I constantly find myself comparing them to him. It's absurd really, he is a man that happens to me my husband and they are attractive women. Women that can give me pleasure and he is just a male that... 

Britney or whatever her name is, smiles at me as if I enjoyed the night and morning just like she apparently did. 

" Same time next week baby?" she purred seductively in my ear

"No, I don't think it will work our between us Britney"

her face contorted due to her anger, "Its Hailey, you ass"  

With the flip of her hair, she walks out of my room. 

My room. It used to be our room but I am to blame for him no longer sleeping in the same bed as me. I was the one who suggested different sleeping rooms and the one who chose to bring all those girls here and the one who choose to avoid him. 

I am the one. Who ended any potential friendship between us.  and I don't think that I will ever forgive myself, but regardless of the pain that I feel I know that I will not change my ways. 

I cannot let my parents win. I cannot let them be successful at finding the person that I fall in love with. 

I asked him to switch rooms because I was beginning to like him in a friendly way, and we all know how thin the line between friendship and love is. And In the four weeks that we slept in the same bed, I had gotten attached to him and his many suits. He wore suits all the time, different colors, but all in the dark shade range. My favorite color of him was the red one and the blue one. It made his porcelain skin more prominent. 

There was one time where he, I think he was not aware that I was home, anyways, he began playing the piano, and it produced one of the most angelic melodies I have ever heard. He was softly singing a song in Koren, I assume, and he had such an angelic smile on his face. He looked beautiful and so peaceful. It was also the one time that I saw him wear something other than a suit. 

He was wearing red sweats and a white sweater, he looked very comfy and just at home. 

After I saw him and heard him that day, I knew that it was a matter of time before I would gladly fall madly in love with him. If it were a different situation and our parents had nothing to do with us, I see myself chasing after him. I see myself marrying him, a grand wedding, just like he deserves. I see myself falling every day for him. I see myself having children if he were to desire and travel the world with him. I see myself give up everything I have if it meant to keep him in my life. 

If only we were in a normal situation. if only 

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