"Do you guys think I should really make an appointment?" I ask my brother and his best friend warily.
"Yeah, you should, see what he wants and get this over with" Chris says dryly.
"What do you think he want though?" Liam asks and both Chris and I shrug in response.
"He did say you were going to talk about whether Tony wants his child or not" Chris chips in with a wary shrug.
"Um..correction, MY child" I scold, putting emphasis on the MY
He raises his hand in mock surrender "yeah, yours"
Make the call, Liv" Liam urges and Chris nods.
And that's my cue
"Chris, by the way, whose number did you call me with?" I wonder aloud, idly
"Ms. Hart?" She picks up, her tone one of surprise
"Yes, Andrea, I'd like to make an appointment with your boss now" I say dryly
"Oh alright, what time would you prefer?" she asks, trying and failing to hide her shaky voice from her last call
She's obviously still smarting from our last conversation.
"How about tomorrow? At 10" I offer
"Alright, ma'am, will that be all?"
"Yes.. um, Andrea?" I pause to check if she's still there.
"Ma'am?" she breathes
"I'm really sorry for earlier, I was just a little frustrated" I apologize quietly
"It's alright ma'am, good night" she says professionally and just hum in response before she ends the call.
"So that's that" I turn to face Chris and Liam who are staring impassively at me.
"What's for dinner?" I ask as my tummy begins to grumble.
"You just ate half an hour ago" Chris supplies with wide eyes
I stare impassively at him before opening my mouth to speak "I honestly fail to see your point"
"Just forget it. I don't think your IQ level is high enough for a simple conversation" He snorts, obviously pained
"Oh Chris, there's no need to cry" I pout and mock him
"Shut up" he rolls his eyes and I smile sweetly
"Do you want me to come with you?" Liam asks out of nowhere
"Tomorrow" he continues "To your meeting with his father"
"Why would you want to do that?" I frown
"To protect you. In case they try anything" his jaw clenches at the thought
"I'm old enough to take care of myself, you know" I muse. The thought of him in a brawl with Mr. Trevalyan is pretty amusing
"I'm coming with you" he deadpans
"Jeez, stow your twitching palm, I'll be fine" I say in a tone that says not to argue
"I just need to be sure you're alright" he says softly
"Do I sense your you brotherly instincts coming to play?" I grin but stop immediately I notice his unamused expression "I'll be fine, Liam"
"Or I could come" says Chris "You know, being the boyfriend and all it won't seem too out of place"
"No one's coming with me. Period" I say curtly
"Boyfriend?!!" Liam yells
His expression has me laughing my guts out.
"Relax, dude" Chris says quickly
He looks like he's gonna murder Chris.
"You're fucking my little sister?!!" He yells again
"Shh. The neighbors might hear you" I scold, ending my fits of laughter
"I don't give a fuck about the neighbors" He yells again and I burst out in laughter
"I'm not fucking your sister, okay?" Chris hisses out and though that stops Liam from plunging at him, he's still sending him death glares
"I mean, she's a mighty fine sight and anyone with a dick would want a piece of her" he shifts his gaze to me.
"Eww, man" I groan, wanting to puke at that.
"She's nothing but a little sister to me" he finishes
"Little sister" I scoff "Y'all are NOT older than me, alright? We're the same freaking age" I glare at both of them
"Then what did you mean by boyfriend?"Liam looks confused and relieved at the same time.
What's it with guys about their best friends not going out with their sisters anyway?
"Well, your little sister thought it a good idea to announce to the old man that she's my girlfriend"
Liam whirls around to meet my grinning gaze
"Oh" Liam lets out a sigh of relief
"Yeah, you almost had my balls, you know?" Chris muses
"You have no idea what I would have done to you. Just stay the fuck away from my sister" Liam says in equal amusement.
"Why?" I frown, deciding to voice my thoughts
They're both giving me confused looks so I continue "Why is Chris out of bounds just 'cause he's your best friend? Most guys have that weird mentality"
"I don't know about most guys but no one knows Chris like I do and I know that he's just gonna hurt you" he shrugs and Chris sports a smug smile
"Whatever, weirdos" I shake my head and make my way to the kitchen.
My tummy needs to be fed.
I'm dressed in a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, short and loose. My face is made up with nothing...I hate make up, makes my face itch.
As far as I know, I'm ready but the sudden anxiety that gripped me this morning has me staring continuously at my image in the mirror.
"You'll still have to face him someday, you know" Liam supplies from the doorway "but it doesn't have to be today, you can just call to cancel"
"No, I'm going, I have to know" I say more to convince myself than him
"Alright, you sure you don't want me to come?" he asks again and I just shake my head 'no'
"Good luck, then, baby sister" he acquiesces, though I sense it took an internal battle to force that out.
"Won't need it" I assure "Take care, baby brother"
I dash down the stairs, out the door and into my car before I can change my mind and decide not to go.
I take a deep, long, relaxing breath and rid my head of any thoughts of bailing out.
It's time to face the father of my worst nightmare.
It's 9:56am when I finally find the Trevalyan Enterprise . At this point, I can't be more grateful for the existence of G****e Map. I hand my car keys to the parking valet, a fine young man with a pretty attractive smile. Walking in to the building, I'm met with rude blonde at the receptionist who calls up Andrea. Andrea is a red-haired super-professional, polite young lady. She leads me up to the very last floor. My nerves suddenly kick in. "Mr. Trevalyan. Ms. Hart has arrived" Andrea says professionally as she pokes her head through a stylish wooden brown door with a tag 'J. Trevalyan' Few seconds later, she's ushering me through the door "Ms. Hart" Mr. Trevalyan beams at me with a subtle smile from behind his work desk. His office is very well decorated. There are only a few details but that's what makes it so nice. The walls are painted white with a few paintings I recognize to be Picasso's. "H
"Liam, I'm getting married" I call casually from the kitchen."Alright, baby sis. To who¿" he calls back, blankly. He probably thinks this is a joke.Who wouldn't? 'I'm getting married' isn't something people just throw around."Anthony Trevalyan"Just that name and the TV turns blank as he strides into the kitchen with a 'stop joking with the devil, Missy' look."Say that again" he murmurs"Anthony" I shrug and look away"What the f**k are you saying, Liv?" he says with gritted teeth.My brother loathes the man.And so do I. But now I have to get married to him."That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I say slowly"Where the f**k did this come from?" he breathes out in exasperation. His hands running through his hair. "What did the old man tell you?""That I'm getting married to Anthony Trevalyan" I murmur quietly"Why would you do that?" his voice is a lot more quiet and I know he's trying to
I'm dressed in a long, grey halter neck dress. My housemate, Stella, slept over at some Frat house so I have the apartment all to myself. Stella styled my hair yesterday before she left so I just have to make sure it stays that way. Against my better judgement, I decide on some make up. I stroll into Stella's room and right to her dressing table. I really should get make up of my own but I almost never use it, mostly because it makes my face itch but also because I'm too lazy most of the time. I dab on some foundation- much too little, in hopes to reduce the itching. Powder up my face with Stella's fluffy powder brush, then I opt for a nude, almost unnoticeable eye shadow. Then, with the eye liner, I gradually stroke a line from one corner of my eye to the other and repeat the process for the other side. I groom my brows and fill them with an eyebrow pencil then apply a coat of mascara on my lashes.
It's Saturday. 3 days after my graduation and it's my wedding.Well, fake wedding.I stare at the big, white box delivered this morning that holds my 'wedding dress'.I tear my gaze away from the box and make my way into the bathroom.Taking my time in the bathroom, it's 9:20 by the time I return.The sound of my hair drier soon fills the room.Soon enough, my hair is dry and I gently massage my scalp with my hair cream.Then I head for the white box, excitement bubbling in me.I'm irritated by how excited I am for this dress.Opening it up, I find a really beautiful, silk dress that probably costs a fortune but one glance and I know I'm not wearing that.It's pretty and all but, it's too revealing and I'm pregnant. I can't wear that.'Trust the Trevalyan's to totally f**k this up' I snort"Now I'm talking to myself" I raise my hands in exasperationGoing through every potential wedding dress replacement i
"How was that?" I ask, turning to face Anthony with a shit-eating grin plastered on my lips.Why the heck am I joyed so over-joyed?Surprisingly though, he grins right back "Not bad for a girl"Maybe it won't be total hell living with this guy for a few months after all"A girl? What's that supposed to mean?" I try to frown but fail miserably"Oh nothing" he raises his hand in a 'surrender' gesture"Good. Thought I'd be having your head for my first meal"He chuckles, a light, quiet one laced with amusement "I see I've married a feisty soul""Oh, trust me you don't know yet"He makes no move to leave so I hop out first and turn in the direction of the house but I freeze on the spot as the house comes into full view.It's not a house. Mansion hardly describes it. Palace comes close. It is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass. It's unapologetically modern.The sides are polished
"Dad says to give you this" Anthony says in his usual impassive tone as he stretches a brand new IPhone 12 towards me.The phone pack glitters in my eyes and the imaginary sound of a magic wand in a fairy tale movie fills my ears.Tempting as it is though, I have to decline. I will not allow myself to be indebted to these people in any way."No" I say simply and go back to scrolling through my Instagram feed on my iPhone 8.I glance up just in time to see his impassive look morph into one of confusion."What do you mean 'no'?" He mutters, his look and tone impassive once again."Mr. Trevelyan, I'm sure you're not dumb. The word 'no' can be defined as an act or instance of denying or refusing. It is a negative vote or decision. What don't you understand, Sir?" I blink up at him with an innocent smile playing on my lips.He's not the playful guy I met the day I married him. As the days went by he's morphed into something humourless, with
I stumble my way through the front door at exactly 12:23 am.I'm so tired.If there's one thing I'm glad about...it's that I don't have to see Violet or Anthony this night.Ugh...they annoy me when they're together."Seriously¿ A Club?" A deep, authoritative voice resonates through the room as I step into the living room.I freeze in my spot, startled greatly by how calm yet fear-inspiring the voice is.Recovering from my state, I turn slowly to the direction of the voice."Hi" I breathe, because honestly the expression on Anthony's face has me shitting myself on the inside."What kind of married, heavily pregnant woman goes to a club?" He growlsHe makes me feel like a child caught stealing candy."I'm not heavily pregnant" I whisper."You're married. What will others think of you?" He says through gritted teeth.In a moment of confience, I square my shoulders and scoff at him "You're married and you go arou
The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up from my alarming dream.Without even bothering to check the caller ID, I slide towards 'receive' and bring it to my ear."Mrs. Trevelyan?" I hear a familiar voice say politely."Hmm?" I mumble sleepily."I apologize if this is a bad time. I'm calling to inform you that you are scheduled to be in Maldives tomorrow for your honeymoon" Andrea mutters formallyNow that snaps sleepiness right out of me."Say that again?" I say slowly."Mr. Trevelyan has asked me to inform you of your trip to Maldives, South Asia for your honeymoon ma'am" she repeats.I know she's not talking about Anthony because she works for his father and Anthony can't make such a ridiculous decision.I want to yell at her and all but she's nothing but a messenger who bears a dumb message, I shouldn't take it out on her."Thanks, Andrea" I mutter quickly before disconnecting the call.Immediately, I scroll throu