Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
I almost laughed out loud at how forced this whole set up seemed.
“Miss Grace, you should take a seat. I’m sure that Master Sebastian will be arriving soon,” Auntie said reassuringly as if I was anxiously waiting for his arrival.
I was about to open my mouth to tell her that I didn’t mind if he never turned up when the door to the suite opened with a loud bang.
Someone should check for cracks in the wall later tonight, I thought.
“Master Sebastian!” Auntie exclaimed as she headed over to greet Sebastian.
I tried my best to keep my face emotionless as I stared straight forward at the still-empty seat opposite to where I was seated at the dinner table. Within a few minutes, without uttering a word to Auntie or to me, Sebastian entered my view of vision as he plopped himself down in the chair opposite to me.
Sebastian was dressed in a black leather jacket that he wore on top of a white T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. His light blond hair shone in the candlelight and so did his bright blue eyes as he stared at my face.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I just stared back into his captivating blue eyes.
Sebastian had arrived and is sitting very close to me opposite the dinner table. This is the closest that we’ve gotten since we met at the church at what was supposed to be our wedding. Although, it failed miserably at my relief.
Well, at least, he isn’t dead drunk this time, I thought as I looked at the man sitting opposite to me.
Now that I had a chance to see him up close, I had to admit that Sebastian is extremely handsome and attractive. Light blond hair, flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and a very handsome face with a straight nose. He looks like an angel, a prince, a Greek god, and everything else along those lines.
As I have observed before at the church, Sebastian was very tall, and I barely reached his shoulders even in those ultra-high heels I was forced to wear at our failure of a wedding. I wasn’t surprised that he had a girlfriend or at least a lover…or two…or more…?
I was also sure that someone as dazzlingly attractive and charismatic as him would not be interested in a girl like me. I wouldn’t say that I was a plain jane, but I wasn’t exactly supermodel material either. I bet Sebastian only dates supermodels and superstars based on his wealth, social status, and his looks.
I hated to admit it, but it actually works in my favor…
Despite his handsome and attractive face, I found that there was nothing about Sebastian’s character that resembled his face. The aura he had been emanating since he stepped into the room was purely dark and suffocatingly intimidating.
The silence is choking me, and this tension is unbearable. What should I do? Should I start a conversation first? Or should I just start eating? Would that be rude?
Sigh…why am I overthinking everything right now?
“Umm…I’m Grace Swift. It’s…nice to meet you,” I said as I tried to smile a little. I couldn’t see what my face looked like at that moment, but I was sure that the smiling part failed.
“I already know your name and I know that you don’t truly think that it’s nice to meet me. I could say the same thing…” Sebastian replied flatly.
“I guess you’re right. I already know your name too, so I guess, I’ll just start eating,” I said, equally flatly.
To my surprise, Sebastian continued with the conversation that I had started.
“I heard that you’re here because you owe my old man five hundred million dollars. Thirty days of your company is worth that much? You’re pretty expensive…what’s your ‘professional name’, I want to look you up,” Sebastian asked as he continued staring at my face.
“I…don’t do that type of work…” I replied.
“Of course, you don’t. You don’t look the part,” Sebastian said as he flicked his eyes from the top of my head down to my waist which was all that was visible to him since I was seated.
“What?” I said without hiding my annoyance.
“Your face is plain, and your figure is so-so. I wouldn’t buy you, let alone for five hundred million bucks and to be honest, I’m surprised that my old man has such low standards,” Sebastian stated as if he was merely appraising a product on sale.
“For your information, I don’t want to be here either,” I snapped.
“Good. I don’t need another gold digger on my hands, especially one that doesn’t have the looks. So, listen carefully to what I’m going to say,” Sebastian said as he placed his hands under his chin and looked straight at me.
“…I’m listening,” I said firmly.
“Just to make this clear between us, after 30 days, we’re both going to tell my old man to end this crazy deal. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to leave and debt-free just like that,” he said quite clearly.
“Agreed. Great! Music to my ears!” I replied in joy, speaking much louder than I had intended.
“While we’re stuck living here together, I have a few rules…” Sebastian continued, ignoring my loud outburst.
“Ok…” I replied, softly this time.
“Rule number one, you must never…ever…enter my bedroom,” Sebastian stated, his blue eyes still on me.
“Sure…” I agreed without needing to think. I mean, why would I even think of entering his bedroom?
“Rule number two, you will not touch me without my permission,” he continued.
“Ok…of course,” I agreed readily. Why would I want to…touch him?
“Rule number three, you won’t speak to me unless you’re spoken to,” he said, as he stared deep into my eyes to ensure that I understood his every word.
“What about when we’re sorting out whether I’m doing something for you or you’re asking me for a favor thing?” I asked, curious. I didn’t think I would want to start a conversation with him, but it could be necessary and unavoidable sometimes.
“…we can talk then, I guess…” Sebastian replied after a few seconds of thought.
“Ok…then…anything else?” I asked.
“Final rule. Rule number four, you will do everything that I ask you to no matter what, no matter when and no matter where you are,” Sebastian stated slowly and clearly.