THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Chapter 6

Yes people! Another update!  Sheesh this was a big one. Took me the whole day to type up. Hope its worth it. Also  updates are sporadic. I know. That's how they are going to be for a while. So just enjoy. And dont stop reading or commenting or voting. It's your choice. Thanks for reading my story!

Miles POV

I was in the office going through plans and documents and strategies. All over again. It had been a month and the fucking deal was not getting closed. We had tried every possible way. And were still trying. It was getting frustrating.

“Damn it damn it damn it. You know what. I hate this. I hate this negotiation. I hate this office. I hate everything so much right now. All I wanna do is shove these papers down those bastards throat. Ugh….” I got so angry I threw the papers all over the floor.

Rebekah, head negotiator for the Barden deal was looking at me like I was out of my mind. Which I was.

“Dude. You gotta chill yourself. Are you ok? ‘coz we have had negotiations lasting for months and sometimes years in the past. And this had been going on for just a month. So! what’s with you?” Rebekah asked looking at me bewildered.

Rebekah was a really nice girl. She was a good friend of mine too. And damn good at her job. A lot of projects that we had acquired had been because she could talk a snake out of its skin. That’s how amazing she was. Many companies had been head hunting her. But I don’t know why, she always chose to be with our company even though she probably had gotten much better offers. Plus I had a really good rapport with her.

“Yeah. I am fine. It’s just that this shoulda been easy you know. But god! these Bardens are a pain in the ass. And I hate Washington.” I stopped short before I realised what I had said. It was common knowledge that I lived in London. Away from my wife. And believe me I have gotten a lot of flake for it. So I thought that Rebekah would probably direct towards me a barrage of questions. She didn’t. Instead all she said was,

“Oh!”

That’s the best thing about Rebekah. She never interfered in other people’s matters. She did her job and kept her way. Never was in other people’s way. If Vanessa or Victoria had been here they would have probably tried to pry things out of me. But not Rebekah. She was cool. Then suddenly she got up and started packing her things.

“Umm.. where the hell do you think you are going?”

“Home. And you should probably too. At least today cut the work down.”

“Really! Why? What is so special about today”

She looked at me strangely. “ Wow. Today is Valentine’s day. And I got a date. So I am gonna go. As much as I love busting my ass and head on a deal that is not going to be closing any time soon, I do need my sugar(winks at me). Hence the reason.”

My eyes widened. “ Then you leave. I will complete whatever I can.” She left.

 Today was Valentine’s day. How could I forget? The last few days had been so stressful that I was fed up. And to top it off my own wife told me to get out of my own home because us being together in the same place was an utter disaster. It was true. Of course she never said it directly but had subtly gone out of her way to avoid me. It was like I was living alone. I guess I was trying to avoid her too because even though it shouldn’t, the fact that I was caught having sex with another woman by her and she did not even care was getting to me. Not that I gave a hoot what she thought about me. It was just that this was the first time I was caught cheating on her and I didn’t know anything about her indiscretions. We both had relations outside of this marriage, and we both knew it. But had been elusive about it for all these years. But the way Laine reacted was not normal. I know I wouldn’t react that way. I probably would have made her feel guilty and utterly humiliated. I wanted her to react. I wanted her to be angry. I wanted to know that I was not the only one affected by our totally abnormal and dysfunctional marriage. I also hated the fact that she was so close to my father. That made me jealous. And I hated being jealous because I never had been jealous for my father my whole life.