Jane
Mr. Brown showed me to a large room with huge sofa sets and an enormous chandelier hanging as centerpiece. As usual the whole decor screamed luxury and elegance. I blinked my eyes trying to get rid of the fatigue. Last night was a sleepless one. I tried to sleep but to no avail. Every time Mr. Alexander's proposition popped up. I must admit that it was an excellent solution for both of us.
In a contract marriage you must go through every possible bad turn. The main ones being blackmailed to wanting something more physical from it. I got a bit hot thinking about the latter. Emilio was drop dead gorgeous. He was well built, not the lean athletic type. There was more body and muscles and I have been close to that hard body of his. I felt my cheeks become hot and flushed. His face was built in arrogance and pure confidence with strong jawlines and piercing blue eyes which could stir any dead soul. But I knew I was not his type and nor was he mine.
In my life everything was supposed to be logical and practical. A relationship even only a physical one was impossible between the two of us. He would never like to be with a fat girl like myself. His type was used to classy girls dripping in pearls and diamonds with designer everything. I was way way out of his league. This did hurt a little bit but at least I was aware of this fact. So, this might turn out to be a good deal. Here in this case, we both had something on the line so it was obvious no one would go behind the other to create a complicated situation.
Also, Emilio was super rich, I didn't have to bother about him trying to take my little savings. But I guess he might think that I would go for his wealth and status. I would have to convince him that I was not this type of person. I was dragged out my reverie when I heard my name
'Jane' he called.
I turned to see him standing next to me and looking at me with a perplexed expression on his face. Oh my god how long has he been here? I did not think aloud, did I? I blinked fast, tried to regain my posture, and put my hand forward
'Good morning, Mr. Alexander.'
He moved a bit closer and took my hand into his. I never thought that my plus size hands would feel small in his large and rough ones. I felt a sort of electricity when our skin touched. I looked at him to see if he felt the same, but his face was blank. I should stop thinking about him. He dropped my hand and said.
'Good morning Jane. I think you should call me by my name now that we are going to be husband and wife.'
I quickly look away from him and tried not to stutter
'You... You mean you agree to get into this contract thing?'
Get a hold on yourself girl I screamed mentally at myself.
' Yes, were you expecting something else? Did you come here to refuse the deal?'
I inhaled deeply and moved closer to the window. The view was spectacular from this room. I needed a bit of space away from him, he was too close, and I was afraid I would let my wayward hormones get in between logic and sense. I did not look at him still and said.
' I was 90% percent sure that you will refuse this deal. After all, as I pointed out yesterday, we have nothing in common.'
He quickly asked.
'What about the 10% then? What will be your response if the situation was within those 10%?'
I smiled. I must admit he was quite witty and quick. I turned to face him.
'My answer is yes.... But we must go over many things including conditions'
'Conditions?' he asked.
I was about to tell him when his father walked towards us.
'Hello Jane, how are you? Please have a seat.'
I sat on the closest sofa which was a three-seater one and was a bit surprised when Emilio chose to sit next to me. I did not know why I was bothered so much by his closeness. He was not even that close to me.
Damn hormones... Reel yourself in I mentally scolded myself.
' I know about Emilio's decision. What about yours Jane?' Mr. Alexander asked
'As I told your son before, I was expecting him to disagree...'
'Why were you expecting him to say no?' interrupted Mr. Alexander.
I continued.
'Well first we are a complete mismatch. I believe your son here, if ever he chooses to get married, will choose someone closer to his lifestyle and needless to say I am not that. I still think that going ahead with this will be very difficult. People will have a hard time believing that this business tycoon fell for a nobody. I mean you could have a line of pretty and famous people willing to enter a contract marriage with him and yet you choose me. Why me? My visa problem could have been solved another way. '