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ERIC’s POVConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Why did you marry me?”

I noticed the disappointment in her eyes when I didn’t say anything. But how could I give her an answer when I didn’t even know the reason myself? Putting a ring on her finger was something I had done out of reflex. I had always had a reason for my actions, but that had been until that night when I had envisioned a little strange woman in a wedding dress, and without much thought, I had taken off my ring and worn it on her. Since that night, it was difficult to understand me anymore.

She was sitting close to the window yet again and I couldn’t help but sigh. How was I supposed to tell her that I had engaged her without thinking? But that was it, I lost my mind after spending a night with her which makes me wonder how she could possess such power in a little body…

…. and maybe because of the mood between us, the journey back to the house seemed rather short. She opened the door herself and immediately we entered the house, she headed straight to her room. I allowed her. Once she was out of sight, I took the private elevator to the study.

“Why did you marry me?” She had asked that question all so suddenly as if something had triggered it. Did someone say something to her at the tea party? Taking out my phone from my suit pocket, I dialed Ann’s number.

“In detail, tell me how the tea party went.”

RAYNE’S POV

I lay in bed after having my shower, my eyes fixed on the ceiling high above. I felt disgusted with myself for feeling the way I had earlier about Eric. What did it matter the reason he married me? I didn’t want it, that was all that mattered. Or, did I?

I heard a gentle rasp at the door and I rolled onto my side so that I was backing the door. The creaking of the door came next and a familiar masculine cologne filled the air. I heard the gentle sound of his slippers tapping the tiled floor as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. As he approached my side, he suddenly stopped. Next, I heard the clattering of glass against glass.

“I had the maids make Chicken Broccoli and Rice, heard they’re your favorites.” My eyes and stomach sprang up in alarm at the sound of that combination of a mouth-watering meal, but I refused to get up from my position on the bed. “I’d just ignore him and act like I’m asleep,” I thought to myself.

He sighed. “I know you’re not asleep, so come eat?” He said as if he had read through my thoughts, but I still didn’t get up.

“You shouldn’t starve yourself, you’re so small already, you don’t want to vanish from the surface of the earth.”

“Varnish? Was he mocking me right now?” I got up from the bed and faced him, but the smirk of victory I saw on his face made me see how stupid I was. This was an ambush. He had said that just to get me out of bed. Right. With slow, but steady calculated steps, he walked toward me, nearing closer and closer until he had me stuck in between him and the bed. Then he bent to my level, and using his strong arms as some sort of prison, he trapped me in there. I felt my heart begin to drum so loudly. He was so close that his lips were just an inch away. Any little movement and I’d be locking lips with him. The thought of that made my stomach churn and I felt heat creep onto my cheeks.

“You were going to say something, wife.” Although I had lowered my gaze from him, I could still imagine that playful smirk lingering on his perfectly chiseled face as he asked me that.

Probably because of his warm breath fanning my face, I felt my face turning hotter than it had been earlier. “Gosh!” How had I fallen for his trap?

ERIC’s POV

She just sat there still, unmoving like a statue with her cheeks already as hot and red as a knife put in the fire. She looked cute and for a moment, I couldn’t help but stop to stare. Had I married her because of this? Her shyness, or the way she blushed. Or, it was just one of the reasons. Involuntarily, my eyes trailed down to her small plump kissable lips, and I felt a sudden constriction in my throat. I felt the urge to kiss her, but I had to ask her permission first.

RAYNE’S POV

I saw the way he looked at my lips with a certain attention that confused me. Then slowly, his eyes crept up to meet mine and for a moment, I was lost in them. In those gray eyes was an emotion I could barely fathom, it was as if they were pleading for something.

My heart was racing so much that I feared it was going to explode. How was he able to get my heart to do this each time he was around? It was never like this with Fred. What was new? He was a man just like Fred, wasn’t he? Plus, Fred had gotten this close to me at some point, but I never felt my heart beat so much the way it did now, and each time Eric was around or got even the tiniest bit close to me. Fred was an equally handsome man as Eric was so what was different?

Wait! Did I just say Fred was equally as handsome as Eric? That was nonsense. If Fred was handsome on a scale of forty percent, then Eric was a hundred. Ever heard of a perfect man? That was Eric. He was the definition of masculine beauty, perfect in all appearances.