Natalia’s POV

In the evening, I finally decided to visit Micheal about the message he sent to me. I still didn’t know why he was concerned, despite what he was doing himself. He knew our deal but he was concerned.

I didn’t want to think much of it, so, I knocked at his office door. A familiar voice oozed ‘coming’ and I pushed open the door.

He was seated at his chair, tie halfway undone, jacket wrapped on the chair and sleeves of his white shirt rolled above the elbow.

He gestured for me to take a seat on the opposite chair and I just did that, putting my bag on the table.

“You wanted to talk to me?” I said, keeping my calm.

He didn’t smile, or gave away anything. He just looked at me blankly. “Why did you say you were sick when you were with that Scott boy?”

I flinched in the chair. Part of me was wondering how he found out about Scott been at my house, and the other part, was worried he might not want to go ahead with marrying me. But I did nothing wrong.

“Because I was genuinely sick,” I began. “When I got home from the hospital, I found him there. I didn’t invite him.”

His brows creased. “But you allowed him to kiss you?”

My heart dropped in the pit of my stomach. How did he knew that? Was he watching me? Following me around.

I stared at him studiously. “Are you following me?”

“Just answer the question?”

What did he think this was? “Listen, Micheal, I don’t know what you saw and how you saw it. But if you stuck around enough, you could have seen I didn’t concern to that kiss.” I explained despite not wanting to.

He was silent for a while and then walked to my side of the table. He held my hand and helped me up. I didn’t know what was happening but I just went along with it.

His hand slowly slipped around my waist and then he pulled me closer to him. I wanted to pull away, but something kept me glued to him.

I couldn’t have been this confused about my feelings, could I?

Before I could feel the touch of his soft lips again, he pulled away and walked to his side of the table.

What game was he playing? Why did he do that for?

“Did you resist just like you have demonstrated?” he asked and took his seat back.

I didn’t know what to say. I looked at him for a few seconds and then took my seat back. “I didn’t resist you because you are soon to be my husband, and we are expected to do things like that in public. So, consider it practice.” But even I didn’t believe any word I just said. “And even if I kissed Scott on purpose, I don’t see why that should worry you. We are not getting married for love. You have Kim and I can have someone. Or does this only work one way?”

He thought about what I just said for a while. “I’m not worried because of the reasons you are thinking. I’m worried because someone else might see you do that. Something you told me about Kim. If you want to go to that stupid cheating boy, fine.” He said and his hand folded into a fist.

He couldn’t have been jealous of Scott, could he?

“I’m sorry,” I finally said. “But again, I didn’t want him to kiss me. He just did. Don’t worry, I made sure he never does it again.” I added as I heard him groan. “I want this to work more than you think. I will keep Scot t away from you and expect you to do the same with Kim. And just so we are clear, I don’t want you to keep tabs on me. Ever.” I said and got up.

He sighed and stood up as well. “We are not done here.” he said and pulled his top drawer and then pulled a file. “You need to sign this contract form. We will be married for as long as my father is satisfied and you father gets better. And they are some rules here we each are supposed to follow. You can go through it if you want.” He pushed the file to me.

I opened it and it was as he said it was. A contract of why we are getting married. I read some rules of the contract and none made me want to step down.

I got the pen from the table and imprinted my signature below my name, even though my heart was threatening to rip out of my chest. I looked up at him and a small smile split on his face.

“Can I go now?” I asked getting my bag.

He waited for a few minutes and then he also signed below his name. “Father wants us to get married the day after tomorrow. It’s a suggestion, but knowing him and how badly he wants this to happen, he will push for that day. He hasn’t called you, has he?”

I nodded. But I couldn’t marry him the day after tomorrow. I was still not fully ready and my father just learned about this last night. I can’t go and tell him my wedding is the day after tomorrow.

“I will try talking to him. But I can’t make any promises,” he added and took a sip from his wine glass. “And I have paid for your father’s surgery.”

A cold wave travelled down my spine. I really didn’t expect this to work out so well.

“Huh… thank you.” I said looking into his gorgeous eyes.

“Come on, I will take you home it’s getting late.” Before I could protest, he took his jacket and walked to open the door for me.

I just followed and we walked outside the office together. His workers looking at us as they whispered in each other’s ears. As expected, some looked happy for us, some snared as we passed. And who would blame them? One of them wanted the life I just obtained for myself.

Micheal is handsome and he has all the qualities any woman would want in a man. But they couldn’t have him, that would make me mad as well if I was ever interested in him.

But again, contract and nothing more or less.

He opened the passenger seat for me and I entered, saying thank as I took my seat. He rounded the car and entered the car.

Was he doing all these little things because we were in public, or was I been delusional about my feelings again?

I didn’t know what came over me but the words left my mouth. “Does Kim know about the contract?”

He looked at me in stunned disbelief, before returning to the road again. “No.”

Could I believe him?

“And Scot?” he asked.

“No.” I said.

And silence took over again. I didn’t know what was exciting, the fact that he hadn’t told the love of his life about the contract, or that he was concerned if Scott knew about it or not.

But either way, my heart began doing that weird stupid thing again.