Eugene's POV
The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the foyer was a family of three. A man, who I assumed was Dominic Crimson, father's good friend, was standing to the right whilst two women stood on the left side of him. The one I could tell was Clementine Crimson because my sister has her whole clothing line in her closets, and Melissa has shown me a few photo's of her to give me a heads up about the Crimsons'. The other woman was standing with her head bent down, but as I was looking at her, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She looked very much like Clementine and a little bit like Dominic, and then it hit me. Father never mentioned that the Crimsons' had a daughter! What have I gotten myself into? She looks like one of those girls who will follow me around the whole time. Still, that doesn't help the fact that we are staying with them for a few weeks! I'm going to lock myself in my room and never come out to avoid her.
While I'm battling with my thoughts in my head, Dominic approaches me with an outstretched hand to greet me. I take his hand into a firm greeting, and he begins to speak.
"Welcome to Paris, Eugene. You look as excellent as your father described you. Not to mention you are also as good as he is in business, maybe even better. I'm Dominic Crimson, but I'm sure you knew that already."
"I did," I say confidently. There was nothing I didn't know about the man standing in front of me. Father made sure I knew his friend well. "It's nice to finally meet my father's good friend. He's told me a lot about you and your way of doing business. Excellent work you do, if I do say so myself."
"We'll thank you, Eugene," He says, flattered by my statement. "I think we'll be good business partners as soon as you start working in your father position."
"Why, thank you."
I give him a gentle smile and stop shaking his hand. He gives me a nod and walks towards my father, and start to talk. Hmph. Businesspeople are always working, never stopping.
Clementine walks towards me and greets me with a beautiful smile before she greets me with a gentle handshake.
"Bonne journée monsieur. I'm Clementine Crimson. It's nice to make your acquaintance. I hope you enjoy your stay here with us."
"Thank you, madam. I'm sure I will."
Clementine gives me another smile before she turns and walks towards my mother to talk about her latest fashion line, I assume. I look away from my mother to notice the daughter walking towards me. She is beautiful, no doubt about that, but I don't like women like her. They only follow you around because they have nothing better to do, and they only want to get into your bed. Just the thought of it makes me dislike her even more.
As soon as she was in front of me, she looks me dead in the eye and stretches out her hand to greet me. I take her hand gently and almost thought I didn't take her hand. Her hand is so soft and delicate. I fear I will break it if I touch it any harder.
But enough of that, I still don't want to touch her.Before I could even think about removing my hand from hers, she removed her hand quickly from my grip and started to speak.
"Bonne journée monsieur. I'm Rose Crimson. You needn't worry about me. I won't bother you even if you wanted me to, but I hope you enjoy your stay here with us. There's a library to the left of the stairs, the first door. You can help yourself to it then."
She smiles at me, I couldn't help but wonder if she forced it or not, but she turns and leaves the room in a natural way up the stairs.
What the hell was that? Was she disgusted about me just now? No girl has ever been disgusted about me. It's something new, but I can't help but feel a little bit pissed about it. I don't even like her, and I didn't even want to see her. So tell me, why do I feel so angry that she rejected me like that? And how did she know I like to read?! Only my family knows that. This girl is something else. I underestimated her.
I stood there standing in shock, I don't know how to describe how I felt, but I could hear Melissa snicker beside me. I turned and looked at her to see that she has that evil grin on her face. She only grins like that when something happens to me that she finds amusing. I knew it was because she witnessed everything that happened just now.
"What are you giggling about?" I ask, annoyed.
Melissa shakes her head before she speaks.
"I knew I liked her when I saw her."
"What did you tell her? How did she know I like to read?"
Melissa holds her hands up in surrender. "Believe me, Eugene, I would like to know that as much as you, but you've got to admit. She is different from the other girls you know. She rejected you on the spot. That, you don't see every day."
I look at Melissa. She has a point.
I look back at the stairs where Rose went up. She is different.
Rose's POVAs soon as I walked into my room, I locked the door and started pacing up and down.That was awkward. Eugene might be handsome, but he is cold-hearted. I could see it in the way he looked at me when I walked towards him. I didn't even do anything to deserve the way he just looked at me! Luckily, I searched the web for information about him before I greeted him. I found that he dislikes all girls because of personal reasons, and I went on some girl called Cassidy Opera's Instagram, where she posted a photo of him reading a book, so I assumed he liked to read. I think he might be thankful that I don't want anything to do with him because I sure am.I look at the time on my wall clock.It's almost 4 o'clock. The make-up artist and hairstylist Mama arranged will be arriving soon.
Rose's POVEugene took me to the seat next to Papa and drew the chair out, indicating I may be seated."Je vous remercie, Eugene.""Don't mention it."He gives me a forced smile before he walks to the seat opposite me.I know he is only putting on a show for his parents, but who am I kidding? I'm also putting on a show for my parents.It didn't take long for everyone to be seated. As soon as everyone was at the table, the waitresses started serving the starters. I could see the waitresses eyeing Eugene, but he didn't look at them even if they wanted him to. Well, it was nothing less than what I expected it from the cold heir.
Rose's POV I didn't even wait for the driver to open my door when we arrived at the villa. I rushed into the house, up the stairs and into my room, locking the door. I ran to my bed and cried. I didn't care if my make-up ran onto my clean sheets. I didn't care what the household maids thought of me at that time because I knew they saw me rushing to my room. I didn't care at all.How could Papa sell me out like that? HOW?! I'm his only daughter, and he treasures me so much. I know this because he tells me that every day of my life. Or was that all a lie? If he cared about me that much, he wouldn't sell me off like that. He would ask me for my feelings first. That's the Papa I know. Not the one who announced the wedding between Eugene and me tonight. That's not my Papa. I cried. I
Early the following morning, I heard a knock on my door. Still struggling to wake up, I put on my bathrobe and walk to my locked door unlocking it. While opening, I could smell the oh so familiar perfume of Mama and looked up at her. She gave me a heartwarming smile, and I smiled back as nicely as I could because I could barely open my eyes. "May I come in?" She asks politely. "Sure." I step away from the opening of the door to give her some space to come into my room. Although she is as skinny as a broomstick, I still make way for her out of respect. She walks around my room and sits on one of the sofas. She folds her legs casually like she always does and looks up at me.Oh boy. I know that look. I'm so in trouble this time. I give her a sheepish grin as she opens her
Two hours later, after taking a relaxing bath and dressing up for the day, I meet mama and the rest downstairs at nine o'clock. They were all gathered in the living room, chatting with one another. Papa and Alistair stood in the far right corner, away from the rest, along with Eugene nodding his head from time to time. I assumed they were talking about the business they had to do these following weeks. I shake my head.In the world of businessmen, business is never finished. It didn't take long since I came into view in the living room before Coraline invited me to sit with her, Mama and Melissa. They chit-chatting while waiting for the men and me to finish. The things we women do to waste time.I walk over towards them and seat myself next to Meli
Breakfast was long and uncomfortable. The maids kept on giggling like little girls whenever they would see Eugene or come near him. It's so annoying. It's not annoying because I like Eugene or anything; it's annoying because the giggling didn't stop for one second. Sure enough, it didn't disturb anyone else except me. Everyone was chatting and having a great time. Meanwhile, I was struggling to control my annoyance and confusion. And who else's fault could it be if it is not Eugene's? After breakfast, I went up to my room to cool down. I just needed a little time for myself. My bed looked welcoming with its softness, so I invited myself to lie down. My thoughts overwhelmed me.What was Eugene thinking? What was going through his mind when he did that? Was his intention only to scare me? My
I cried in my room after Eugene left. I couldn't believe that he would say something like that.Does Eugene have any feelings for his parents at all? Doesn't he care that he would hurt them if they knew about this? Does he care at all? It's is all just a game to him - some business matters which he can handle without emotions because that's what this marriage is. That's all it ever will be. I cried until I had swollen eyes before deciding to go out to the garden. I wanted to be alone for a while. I need to figure out a way to make this marriage work because Eugene doesn't care. He doesn't know the first thing of love or happiness. Eugene doesn't care. He plays with people's emotions as if it's only some toys he could throw around all day long.I'm sick of it!
Eugene's POV Two years ago "Eugene, can we go to the amusement park today? You promised you would take me on a date today." Amy looks at me with that hope in her eyes like she usually does. She knows all too well that I'm a sucker for her begging eyes. I always fall for it, and she gets what she wants...ALWAYS. I sigh and throw my head back onto the couch. "What did I do to be punished with this little devil of a girlfriend?" I ask myself rhetorically. Amy laughs at me and comes to stand with her face over mine. She has that devilish smile on her face again...Oh boy. I'm in for something now.