She

chapter Two

How is she?” I heard a not so familiar voice ask.
“She is still emotionally unstable! She needs more time before she is able to handle stress as any normal person. I advise visiting a psychiatrist. He can prescribe some medicines to ease her reactions to stress” I opened my eyes to see the doctor hold his bag ready to leave the room.
I took in my surroundings and realized that I am in my room. How did I get here? Did I ruin the meeting with my fiancé? Realization hit me at the mention of that man.
I saw him sitting with a board expression on the mustered armed chair near my bed.
“Your alive it seems” he said the moment our eyes met. “We have a conversation to finish. You will reject this marriage and things will be over with” I remembered grandfather’s words, you have to marry him no matter what you will be sacrificing. Wither it was your dignity or your body this marriage must be fulfilled.
“l can’t” I whispered not knowing if I want him to hear it or not.
The rage that filled his face gave me a very good idea that he has heard me very clearly. He took two strokes towards me and hissed his words “Well you must”, and stomped his way out of the room.

It has been three weeks since my encounter with Jonah. 
Today we are going to his house for lunch. I am in a red Mercedes-Maybach. Wearing a knee length red skirt and an elegant white blouse. My hair was tide and my lips were painted in red.
This is very flashy but it was George’s instructions and I could never win over this man.
His warm hand pulled me out of my daze. “Oh we’re here” I felt his finger caressing my cheek “You will be fine.” he said and helped me out of the car. Grandfather is already here. He had a business meeting with Mr. Dawson. The deal will be sealed by the marriage they are arranging for Jonah and me. The marriage that we both loath.
I took a deep breath before I pressed the bell. I can do this.

“You are late” grandfather scolded me as I walked into the dining room and he did that in front of everyone. “A lady should have her time Mr. Harold” Mr. Dawson defended me and I was so grateful. “You look gorgeous honey.” Mrs. Dawson complemented and I thanked her shyly.
Dinner was awkward. It is normally silent but this silence was too awkward to go unnoticed.
“So we will set the wedding date after one month from now. What do you two think?” Mrs. Dawson started and I felt a lump form in my throat.
“I am not marring her.” Jonah said with a blank expression. “Jon! How dare you. I am so sorry Mr. Harold!” started Mrs. Dawson “I am not” she was interrupted by her son.
“You know we have a deal and dare disobey?” Mr. Dawson was burning in rage.
I blocked all arguments around the table and drifted in my own thoughts. I should avoid things that will hurt if I want to get better.
“You know I love someone” him screaming those words broke my train of thoughts. I felt sorry for him. A stupid thought came into my mind and I am not sure where this is coming from.
“We don’t have to really get married” I said and got everyone’s attention. “The problem is that the media knows about the marriage and the companies are at risk if we don’t. Right?” I started panicking I should have kept silent.
“Yes! See we don’t have to get married” Jonah said misinterpreting my words.
“No you got this wrong. I mean we only need to show that we are married to people and that is it.” “Hailey” grandfather scolded. I tried to look at George for reassurance but he avoided looking my way. “For how long do we have to keep that façade” Jonah seems to like this idea. I looked the elderlies way for an answer but they were too shocked to comprehend what is going on.
“One year.” Jonah suggested. Is one year enough. Would it look fake to everyone if we get a divorce after one year?
“Two” I blurted unconsciously  “And you can sign the divorce papers with the marriage ones” he looked satisfied “the papers will stay with me and when the time comes I’ll sign them and file for a divorce without even bothering you.” I am trying to give him the best package but he seems hesitant
“I will not know of your existence” he continued.
“And I will not bother with yours” I concluded seeing satisfaction wash over his face. “Do we have a deal Mr. Dawson” I put my hand out for a shack and he immediately took it as if I was about to change my mind. “Deal”

Our families were furious with the deal we have made but it was the best choice I could find at that time. They are only worried about stocks after all.
We agreed not to have a contract for it may be used against us if someone found out about this. Moreover, I promised that I would never fall in love with him and go back on my words.
We will singe the marriage papers and I will have a signed divorce papers in my grasp.
“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU MADE THAT DEAL” grandfather must be fuming as his voice was never heard this load and he is walking in circles around the room.
I remembered the conversation I heard grandfather and George having a few days ago the words “she might be dumped at the aisle” kept ringing in my ears for days and my answer was “I don’t want to be dumped at the aisle. I am afraid of that day. I never want it to come” my breaths became shallow and my vision started blurring.
I need to calm my nerves or I would pass out very soon. The panicked look of George’s face was the last thing I remember seeing.

Our wedding is a few days from now. Despite it being a fake marriage, his mother worked very hard to prepare for the party. Everything was perfectly planned and as a rich family would have it.
I visited our supposed marriage house. He refused to get a new one so I had to change his study to a bedroom so I can live here.
His so-called girlfriend Kylie Page also lives in the house. She sleeps with him of course. 
I am mentally broken. I feel as if I am being rejected. Still, I would never break my promise. I would never fall in love with that man.
We will sign the marriage papers with him signing the divorce ones in two days.
I will keep the divorce papers safe for the next two years. When the time comes, I shall disappear as if I never existed in his life.
I am afraid of what will come my way. Of how things will turn and what will life lay on in the coming days.

“Come in.” someone was knocking on my door. George entered my room head first, his hazel eyes shining in the room lighting. “Does it fit well?” I was trying the wedding dress and it is flashy. It has a very deep V-neck that reaches my stomach; the chest area is sheer except in the breast area and the skirt slit reaches my mid-thigh. It is backless and I do not think grandfather would approve of such a dress.
“You look stunning” he eyed me up and down. I saw his breath hitch when he reached my chest area. That gave a boost to my ego it made me feel more confident than I thought it would.
He took a few deep breaths and walked my way. When he reach me he grabbed my black hair in his hand and tied it up in a messy updo.
His lips touched the crook of my neck. And blood drained off my body at his action. I don’t know how to react. I can’t even breathe because of what he did.
“You can do this” he whispered in my ear “You can seduce him just the way you are seducing me.” He finished his words with a kiss on my shoulder.
His finger touched my lips and he did not take his eyes off them as his lips came closer and closer to mine. When his touched mine I felt tingle run down my stomach. He tried to open my mouth with his hand and tong and when it did, he invaded my mouth kissing me aggressively, his tong did wonders inside my mouth and all type of bad thoughts crossed my mind.
When I was desperate for air, I hit his chest ever so lightly and he backed off, smirking at my red cheeks and out of breath look.
“You need more practice before the wedding” practice? Was that a practice?
“The wedding kiss must be perfect if you two want to avoid any questioning eyes” Practice for the wedding kiss.
I could not stop the hurt from invading my face. “I need to change.” I used it as an excuse.
I really need to be alone.