CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"You wouldn't!” I whispered, reeling from the shock of his harsh words and the fear that he might mean it.
“I know you think I'm so soft where you're concerned and you are trying to use that to get your way around but I've paid for you and if it's a marriage I want with you, then you have no choice but to agree to it. This isn't a fairytale movie so sign that contract before I force you to do it!” He lashed out at me and I could see he was holding back his alien form.
I didn't see myself having much of a choice so I took the pen from him and signed it.
Immediately, he took it and walked out of the room angrily and I went under the duvet, crying uncontrollably
***
Five days after the incident, I had refused speaking to him and even tried sleeping in another room but he would always carry me back to our bed no matter how much I protested it. It was our routine now for me to find a vacant room where I felt he wouldn't find me and I'll lie there but somehow, he always knew where I was and would come get me back to our room.
This evening, he told me his parents and mine were coming over and he was going to tell them about the impending wedding.
It was of course simply formalities and I didn't have much of a choice since I had already signed the papers but I was going to see my parents today as well and nothing could stop the joy in my heart
For the first time in almost a week, I came downstairs for breakfast and I ate something, ignoring everyone except Theresa. They watched us with bated breaths as I ignored him every time he spoke to me.
Also, I hadn't seen Corbin and every question about him was either met with silence or the person suddenly remembered they had to do something. Xavier got pissed off and walked away the one time I asked him. It was like some big secret that I wasn't allowed in on and this actually had me very worried. I didn't know his room in particular and I had spent a good amount of time waiting for him in the dining room but I guess they had a secret passageway in the kitchen where they took food to him. I just knew he was still in the mansion. As tough as Xavier claims to be, he hadn't shipped the man away, after all, he literally saved his life
After breakfast, I went for a swim since my family wasn't coming in till mid-day and I didn't have much else to do. I'd been thinking of what to do with myself since coming into this new life.
Back at home, my life had a purpose; help Momma make the best out of our coffee and breakfast shop which sustained us. Her parents were very rich before the aliens came and took over so we were considered quite rich in today's terms. The shop wasn't that big but it was in a good spot and we always had customers.
My days were also filled with hanging out with my best friend and sometimes Anna and helping my dad out with whatever he needed as well as house chores. But here I had everyone do everything for me and it was a bit difficult to adjust to that.
I've been looking for a way to contact Roe but since I didn't have a picture of her, Xavier said it's until our first official outing that I might be able to run into her if she was bought by an ABC.
I hoped she would be allowed to reach out to me when we go public with the wedding announcements. I can imagine her shock at my current situation. I guess we'll have to make new plans since our old one has been destroyed by my now fiancee.
Theresa has been gushing about the wedding of the year and all the things she couldn't wait to see but I didn't want to think in that direction. She had gotten a bundle of wedding outfits magazines by top designers and tried to get me to choose one but I didn't feel like it. To me, it would be just another day where a nail is hammered into my figurative coffin of a lifetime of being with someone I couldn't love.
He didn't even care that he was dashing my dreams and all the plans I had for myself. And for someone obsessed with the idea of getting married to me, he didn't make any effort to get me to like him. I was more frustrated because I didn't understand the rationale behind this.
As I swam the length of the huge pool, lost in thoughts, I didn't hear anyone coming until I came up for air. Thank goodness I was on the shallow end as to my shock, Corbin was standing at the edge of the pool, a sandwich in hand, or else I would have inhaled the chlorine water. He was staring at me intently and I couldn't help checking him out, unaware of the anger beneath his gaze. His body had the power to flip my mood from its shallow pit of despair to something I couldn't name. I just knew I loved seeing him shirtless.
“You're not supposed to be eating at the poolside,” I said to him, my voice low but I knew he could hear me.
His face finally grew the emotion he was hiding and I realized that he was upset.
“I got tired of doing that in my room so excuse me your highness for looking for alternatives,” he grumbled.
“But why? What happened? I just woke up the morning after we got back and everyone decided to pretend you didn't exist,” I asked.
He looked confused at my words.
“But you are the one that said you didn't want to see me. Even if my demands were too high, you could have just said no and that's all but you had to tell Prince Xavier you didn't want to see me and he, obsessed with you in every way possible, decided to take it to the extreme and commanded me to stay away so don't come here pretending you care about me. I'm feeling much better now and I would be getting out of your hair soon,” he snapped at me, transferring the confusion to me and he began walking away angrily.
By the time I got a slice of calmness to process what I'd just heard, he had already gone far.
“Wait, what the heck are you talking about? What demands? Come back Corbin, there's been a misunderstanding somewhere!” I shouted at his receding form but he was too far to hear me or he just didn't care.
I quickly came out of the pool and ran after him. I wasn't fast enough so I decided to take the next option which was confronting Xavier. Somehow, I suspected his jealousy was at play here.
Corbin was right about one thing, the Prince was possessive and controlling and he'd been displaying that in so many ways. The reason I could run around the mansion in my swimwear is because he specifically chose this leggings and top for me, insisting I not wear the cuter ones I preferred despite my protests.
I ran out of the elevator, trying so hard to keep my anger in check but failing.
I didn't bother knocking at the door and I aggressively opened it and then regretted it immediately.
I shut it, my cheeks aflame with several emotions, prominent amongst them, a higher level of the anger I had before.
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