"Actually gorgeous," he said, lifting a piece of my hair. I slapped his hand and stood up. Okay, this was getting really creepy.
"Can we head back now? Darius should be joining us soon," I said. I wasn't sure whether he would or not but at least I felt safer on the beach sand...where I could leave.
"He doesn't appreciate what he has. You should be with someone who does."
I wrinkled my nose as he stepped close, his hand twirling around my neck.
"Haha...Okay, perve, back off. I’m married,” I mentioned again in case he didn’t get it. George smiled as he looked into my eyes.
"You know you don't want me to," he said.
He leaned in closer and I ducked, kicking his shin. Not hard but just enough for me to turn around and run to the rail and jump into the water. I heard him yell something but oh well.
I was a swimming champion in my school. Well, fourth place was better than nothing, right? I swam back to the shore as fast as I could, my breath nearly running out. Okay, maybe I wasn't the best swimmer.
Great! So much for trying to keep my clothes dry. I pulled the clingy wet top and looked over my shoulder, annoyed that the boat was already back. I looked at the car park and sighed, happy to see the familiar Mercedes parked there.
Darius seemed to have just got back and he stepped out of the car as I approached it.
"Done already?' he asked.
"Yes," I huffed, getting in and slamming the door behind me.
"Why are you wet?" he asked.
"’Cause some idiot decided to leave me with a hormonal teenager."
"What?"
“Never mind," I sighed, slouching in my chair. Not like he would understand it. The car started and I closed my eyes. Boy, if only I could just sleep and wake up five years earlier, things would have been so different then.
The car came to a stop soon and I opened my eyes and looked around.
"Where are we?"
"Um, I thought we could eat out for dinner," said Darius, rubbing the back of his neck. He got out and I groaned, slamming my head against the back seat. I threw open the door and stomped out, trying to ignore the fact I was dripping on the pavement.
"Seriously," I asked, pointing to my wet clothes. Boy, was I glad I wasn't wearing anything see-through.
"What?" he asked.
I realised I was being little miss grumpy pants and smiled. At least he thought of taking me to dinner and that was a pretty good start.
Or maybe not.
He walked ahead as though he had completely forgotten about me. He took out his phone and answered a phone call while I quietly followed behind him, ignoring the looks I was getting because of my wet clothes.
He seemed to have returned to his normal self inside, completely ignoring me and texting someone and flicking through the menu. Well, that lasted long.
The waiter came by, clearly ogling him, and Darius ordered-for both of us-seafood.
Seriously? Can’t he just ask me what I want?
Great! Looks like I wasn't going to have a proper meal today either. I sighed, tapping my fingers as he went back to texting on the phone.
"Well, hello there, babe. Wanna join us for dessert?" I glanced up as two men walked by winking and making a gesture at me. I wrinkled my nose and looked at Darius who barely glanced at them.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"What?"
"You're just going to let them walk off?"
"Of course. They didn't say anything to me," he said.
"Oh my god," I said, leaning back in my chair. I was his bloody wife. Whether he likes it or not. Other guys get possessive over the smallest things and this guy looked like he was going to hand me up to the first guy who bids a million or something.
"What else do I do?"
"What other normal guys do," I muttered under my breath, playing with the cloth.
"What's that?" he asked, hearing me.
"Well, punch them of something."
"So you want me to bash them up?"
I looked up at him. Would he? For me?
Chapter Ten
6 Months Ago
Opening the door, I stepped out carefully, wrinkling my nose. After twenty minutes of mother pounding on the door, I had finally stepped out. My mother’s face was worth it, especially when she saw the jeans and top I was wearing.
"I said wear a dress."
I shrugged. If he didn't like me when I looked my 'worst' according to my mum, then he didn't deserve me in my best.
I walked down with her and entered the drawing room, it going eerily quiet.
"Where is Darius?"
"He had a phone call. He'll be back later," said my father and I smiled. Yes! Victory!
I walked over to sit down next to my dad and looked at the couple across from us. The woman had long blond hair with sparkling green eyes with features that belonged on the catwalk and I frowned. Damn it, why did some people get lucky?
The man wasn't any worse. He looked like a male model with his sharp features and dark eyes and dark hair. He actually looked deadly.
Then it hit me.
My parents were making me marry a mafia gang lord!
Present Time
I sat up, smiling. Well, maybe things were finally looking up.
"You will?"
He snorted, going back to his phone.