Chapter thirty nine

"So tell me,did you have a fight with her or is it a life changing decision you are about to take," Pablo questioned bringing a glass of alcohol to his lips.
I inhaled deeply and shrugged my shoulders, "I will be getting married pretty soon."
"Just as I had guessed," Pablo reminded me with a smug smile before raising a glass to me.
"Good luck with that."
"Yeah thanks," I acknowledged and pursed my lips but Pablo caught my expression.
"And I am guessing that rollercoaster emotions on your face is a legendary showstopper but?" Pablo guessed correctly again.
" So tell me Archer," Pablo called me by my name without the usual tittle attached to it, "what's bothering you?"
I grabbed a drink and guggled it down in one clean smooth gulp bit it didn't have the calming effect I wanted.
"Though I haven't like... proposed to her yet but I feel like I am going to fail her and that scares me slot."
" Hmm," Pablo scratched his hair muttering, " you know this is quite rich coming from your mouth."
My brow lifted, " excuse me?"
" I never imagined that it would come a day when boy wonder Archer, world's most notorious player,the lady's men, the impalpable heartbreaker, every lady's heartthrob, the heart doctor-"
I winced at the coarseness of his words as Pablo went on singing my praise- note the sarcasm. I never thought in my entire life I would say this but I am extremely grateful Maya is not around to hear all these right now.
By the way how did this guy even hear all these? Has he been stalking me all his life?
"The lady's choice, the playboy prince-"
"Fine, I get it," I put up a hand and cut in, " I know my fiddle diddling and intimate rendezvous is a stuff of legend but just go straight to the point," I restarted, "the main point."
Pablo cleared his throat and readjusted his tie, "you are simply having a cold feet."
"Cold feet?" I snorted, "that's ridiculous."
But it seems Pablo was determined, " you have become faint hearted, fearful and you are seriously reconsidering your decisions, you are having second thoughts because you know you are about to embark on a life changing journey," he explained and gulped down a drink.
I shook my head, "that's impossible, I didn't even get a cold feet when I married my wife at age sixteen!"
" Holy shit!" Pablo dropped his glass on the table creating a clinking sound while his eyes registered a shock, "the rumour is true, you married at age sixteen?"
I chided him, " focus on the point not the story."
"Fine, continue," he pouted himself another drink,probably still processing the information.
Well, I didn't exactly blame him, the public have little to no information about my marriage life. All they know is that I have a daughter and a late wife. Any information past this was carefully concealed from the public by my family.
"The point is, I have never questioned my decision, never reconsidered them because they always workout the way I want them though life always play it down fiddle but I always have plan B to back it up, but now..."
"But now?"
" I don't know men," I sighed and looked away.
There was a short silence before Pablo asks, "but do you love her?"
"No."
A friend curled up Pablo's forehead, "you don't love her but you want to marry her?"
" Yeah, is there a problem with that?" I shot almost sending a glare in the process.
Pablo scratched his scalp awkwardly, it seems he has gotten himself in a problem that wasn't his to solve in the first place.
Sometimes being a good Samaritan sucks.
"Then it must be an arranged marriage?"
I shook my head, "though the idea of an arranged marriage sounds appealing to me since no feeling of love is involved, but I can assure you that we both are very much into this of our own accord, no one's holding a knife to our throats."
I answered honestly, but wondered why I was saying all these to this guy? Maybe he rich like me? A CEO like me? I just felt the need to pour out my pent-up emotions to him.
Sweat trickled down Pablo's face, this guy wasn't normal. Though he might be a genius in the business world but knowing him socially, he wasn't I expected at all.
And damn it, he was a fucking therapist.
[A/N]:Well, you offered your service in the first place willingly. So continue your social minded do-gooder type of citizen.
: I Had To Murder Someone
Archer's POV
Where in the world has this guy been in my life? How was I not friends with him? Pablo is interesting and I am actually learning alot from him.
"I have never loved anyone apart from my late ex-wife Kay, and will never love untill I pay Hades a visit. You see this heart here," I confessed pointing at my chest.
" This heart here is Kevlar protected,platinum guarded and nothing can penetrate through it. I am absolutely immune to love."
Pablo stared at me with an odd look while stroking his jaw, " from all you have just said now, in conclusion, you are just marrying her to atisfy your needs?"
" No, we are marrying each other to satisfy our needs," I corrected.
He raised a questioning brow, " the needs are?"
"Firstly, I have bed breaking sex," I answered staright away and just the thought of it set my groin on fire. I tried to imagine Maya sprawled out on my bed naked, all womanly curves in the right places waiting for me.
Snap out of Archer or an abrupt cold shower awaits you. Fine I grumbled inwardly, lets go to the unsexual part then.
Pablo stared at Archer dumbfounded, was this guy really serious? Sure, sex was one of the reasons people get married but making it first priority, wasn't it a little bit...ugh forget it.
Sure it wasn't surprising, his good stamina was suitable for a bed breaking sex; the guy surely has all the money in the world to change his bed daily.
"Secondly; care for each other," I stared my next reason and was surprised to find Pablo staring at me strangely.
Aah, it must sound foreign to him since this is the first time I am admitting I care and would care for my lady Maya.
Pablo narrowed his eyes suspiciously, why did this particular comment strike pleasantly close to home?
"Thirdly, give birth to lore kids. Honestly, I will prefer Maya to give me three more kids and hope they all turn out to be boys cause my only daughter has made me develop a phobia for girls - but maybe, I won't mind if she gives me more girls that look exactly like her - a spitting image, especially one that carries that vein that threatens to burst whenever she is angry. She doesn't even realize she looks like a chipmunk with those puffy cheeks whenever she is angry. Though I wish whatever gender they turn out to be, they luckily inherit her good looks but my brains instead," I prattled for the first time in my entire life without realizing it. And why is Pablo giving me the strange look again?

Pablo crossed his arms across his chest, shaking his head sympathetically. For someone who claims not to be in love with the girl he sure knows and talk alot about her. Tsk. Tsk. So much for a Kevlar protected heart.
"But wait a minute, what even brought this discussion?" I suddenly asked realizing I might have drifted off the topic.
"The cold feet, ring a bell," Pablo the ever I serving CEO reminded me again.
I clapped my hands,"yes that's right," I recalled at once, "So tell me Pablo, why do you think I Archer who has never experienced a cold feet get it just because of a wedding that doesn't exist yet?"
Pablo gulped, " about that, I think you will have to contact your therapist."
I frowned, " therapist?"
"Yes, that's right," he affirmed, "the matter is quite complicated and bigger than me," Pablo lied through his white sparkling teeth.
Pablo wasn't stipid, how could he tell someone that just claimed his heart Kevlar protected that his kevlar has been penetrated and his heart captured?
How could he relay to the world's greatest player that contrary to what he believes, that cupid's arrow has struck him? How can he tell Archer that he is in love?
Truth be told, he doesn't even understand why Archer is sitting down here like a love starved puppy seeking counsel from him. He knows of Archer's exploits, his cruelty, his dominance and the devil may care attitude.
But why? Why? I was the almighty and one of the most feared business moguls sitting down obediently and listening to the gibberish he was uttering. It could be he had gone soft? Has that girl finally melted down his heart? Fine, he must applaud that girl for a job well done.