MARRY ME [American Story]: Episode 1 To 10

?? Marry Me ??

Written by Authoress Yesha ???

Episode 4

“I couldn’t even explain to you how good it feels to look up across a room and see you stand there.”

Arabella POV??
After 45 minutes of the ride that feel like forever, we finally arrived at his penthouse. He opened the door for me as he sensed my reluctance to leave the car.

I have no choice but to follow him since I refused to let him know my home address.

I won’t let this guy know more about me. We just met twice and he is still a stranger. I don’t even know his name and I’m not interested to know as well.

“We had arrived,” he spoke and stood near the door waiting for me to move from the seat. I looked at him without a smile on my face.

I really don’t know what his real intention is. He offered me his hand but I refused.

“I think maybe I can take a cab back home from here,” I spoke as I stood beside him, letting him shut the door for me.

“Not as you wish.” He said glancing at me. I swear I hate this guy. Such a control freak and I don’t even know if he is helping me or he adds one more problem to my life.

He grabbed my wrist and signaled me to follow his step to his penthouse as he mentioned earlier.

I tried to snatch my hand from his grip but it doesn’t help at all. In fact, he tightened his grip on my wrist and turned to the front with a smile.

“Don’t ever try.” He reminded with a smirk. I rolled my eyes as a response and without saying anything I obey his steps to his penthouse, pathetically.

I know I don’t have other choices but to follow him. Silently, I prayed he won’t do anything bad to me.

He pulled my hand until we finally reached his penthouse. I looked around at the house when the light being turned on.

It was a nice place with black and white as the theme color. I was amused for a moment. It looked so tidy to be a man’s house.

“Sit.” I heard his voice commanded me to sit on the black couch. I turned my head and saw that he locked the door behind him.

“What a devil,” I cursed inaudibly. Still, I follow what he commanded and settle myself on the black shining couch.

I saw he left for the kitchen and a moment later he appeared with two glasses of orange juice in his hand.

“Have a drink.” He handed me one of the glass. He sat across me. Our distance were separated by a black marble glass table that looks elegant in the living room.

“Thanks,” I muttered and reached for the orange juice. I took a sip of my drink before starting the conversation. “Why are you taking me here?”

“To keep you safe.” His eyes were staring at me. The deep stare made my heartbeat abnormal for a moment. It went wild maybe due to the fact that we were alone in the house. My inner voice whispered.

“Why bother?” I tried to act calm and turned my gaze away from him.
“Maybe because I like you.” He whispered some words which only can be heard by him.

“Pardon?” I look at him with a questioning look as I didn’t catch his words. I heard the sound of him clearing his throat.

“I mean I can’t let any violence happen in front of me and it happened for the second time. Ok, enough with me answering the questions. Now is your turn, girl.”

He placed his drink on the glass table. “Tell me what happened? Who is that guy? Why he kept chasing you? I noticed you’re scared of him.”

“Are we at the police station now? Am I in the interrogation room now?” I refused to answer his tons of questions.

“To answer that question, no we are not in the police station and yes, I’m interrogating you now. So, please girl, answer my questions. All of it.”

He exclaimed, with his eyes refused to leave my face. I shot him with annoying look.

“What if I tell you that I’m not interested to answer your questions? All. Of. It.” I muttered the last three words clearly hoping that he will get my point.

I saw how a smirk formed on his lips.
“Being stubborn is not a nice move, girl.”

“Stubborn is my middle name.” I snickered but instead of making him pissed off, he burst out laughing. Well, I never expected that answer to be that funny to him.

“Then let me tell you that persistent is my middle name.” He retorted at the end of his laughter.

I didn’t say anything after that as I knew nothing will work out with this guy. I’m getting tired of the bickering.

He raised his eyebrows while staring at me waiting for my answer. My brain busy thinking about any idea to trick the man that sat in front of me, with his eyes fixed on me.

I cleared my throat before saying anything, “Before that, let’s make a deal first.”

“Deal?” He narrowed his eyes. I nodded as a reply.
“Let me go once I answer all of your questions.”

“Ok, deal.” I never thought he will agree to me this fast with the so-called name; persistent.

“He, I mean that guy is my ex-boyfriend. We broke up recently, but he refused to accept my decision, so he kept chasing me to get me back.”

“If I may ask why you guys broke up?”
“Pass, I’m not answering that.” I hope he will stop asking about the reason which I don’t want to reveal to a stranger.

“Are you hiding something?” I was taken aback by his question but I tried to calm myself to avoid any suspicion from him.

“No, I’m telling you the truth.” I take a sip of the orange juice that I kept holding in my hand and tried to avoid looking at him.

“Ok, if you say so.” I turned my sight to him when I heard his voice again after a short silence.

There was a little happiness in me and I smiled without noticing it.

“Your smile looks beautiful.” His statement replaced the smile with a frown immediately. I’m not even realized that I smiled at him. No, I wasn’t smiling at him.

“So, you will let me go now?” I changed the topic, pretending that I didn’t hear him. I saw how he enjoyed the situation now.

“No.” One word that made me looked at him with a questioning look.

“You are not being fair,” my voice raised a bit louder than before. This guy is really testing my limit. Now I was convinced that being with him is a trouble to me.

“I never play fair, girl.” I glared at him, annoyed by his words while he just returned me a smirk.

I hate this man, especially when he sent me those smirks that made me want to punch him hard on the face.
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