The Cinderella Bride (NaNoWriMo14)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

I roll over to my side and feel something heavy wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling back into my slumber. Groaning, I try to shake whatever was on me off so I can continue to sleep peacefully, but the more I shake the thing off, the tighter the grip around my waist becomes.

Wait. What? Grip?

 I open my eyes and notice that a ray of sunlight has entered the almost-dark room, slightly illuminating it. It takes me a moment to realize where I am, and I squint as I attempt to adjust to the light that is shining right onto my face, and when I turn my head to the side I realize that something is next to me.

 Carter; a very half naked- with only his pants on- Carter. He is sleeping right next to me, with his arm looped around my waist, and I sigh as I realize he is a deep sleeper. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but his muscles flex, tightening the grip around me once more, and begins to mumble things, “Ella, stay please.”

 My eyes widen. What did he just call me, Ella? Who the hell is Ella? I never heard anything regarding a damn Ella from Carter.

 “C-Carter? This is Ava, not Ella; whoever that girl is.”

 He doesn’t seem to be able to hear me, and proceeds to bury his face in my hair, “You smell nice, Ella.”

 Okay-that’s where I draw the line. I turn to the left so I’m facing Carter, and glare at his sleeping face; only to pinch his cheeks. Hard. Well, as hard as I can with my left hand trapped between his body and mine.

 When that doesn’t work, I start hitting his cheek with my right hand, but harder than my previous act of retaliation.

 His eyes open and he sits up, his eyes proving how dazed he really is. Once he decides to finally let go of my waist, I sit up and glare at him. It takes him a moment to realize that I am sitting there and glaring, but when he does he definitely doesn't hesitate to let me know “Ahh!!” He shouts.

 He looks around and realizes that he is shirtless, his eyes widen with shock as he grabs the shirt that was lying on the floor only a minute ago. “D-Did we?” he gestures at himself, and then to me.

 “Yeah, we did actually. We made sweet love last night.” I inform him of this in a practical tone, emphasising the ‘sweet’ part.

 He stands up and starts pulling a hand through his hair, ruffling it as he walks back and forth in the room. “Oh. No, no! What have I done?”

 I roll my eyes, and decide to put him out of his misery“What kind of a girl do you take me for, Carter? We didn’t do anything!”

 “Oh, thank God!” he breathes a sigh of relief and puts on his T-Shirt, plopping back onto the bed,“I’m sorry. I was worried that I might have been drunk and come on to you and…” He trails off , looking away embarrassedly.

 I look at him incredulously, “Ugh. Please, the spoiled rotten rich playboy thing you’ve got going on here is not really my thing.” I shudder to add to the effect, I don't want him to think of me the same way he thinks of all the other girls he's been with, they're all over him.

 Please, I'm nothing like that. I'm not the kind of girl he likes to pick up, and then toss around when he has what he wants. I believe my first time should be with my husband. I look over at Carter, technically he’s my husband, but what we have is purely business; nothing related to love at all.