It was against my parents wish to breach the marriage contract between Romans and I, but I couldn't force myself on a man that won't love me straight ahead.
He needs to love me for me and not because of my wealth or because of a signature.
I don't want a marriage by paper.
Desmond and I started in a rough path. He was overbearing while I was hotheaded. Like I was a total rude rich bitch when I first met him but gradually, he tamed me.
He game me reason to fall in love with him without caring about his net worth or status.
I sat at the window in my apartment as thoughts raced through my mind. It's two years now.
Eliora successfully married the man of her dream and they were living happily.
I was still here, battling with my parents to give me freedom to love.
After I ended with Romans, they paired me up with another partner's son who was a drug addict.
It was as though they saw me as a products or valuable material to use for their own benefits.
Desmond strolled into the room with smile ok his face. He knew the matter at hand but doesn't seem to care.
He promised to stay with me as long as he can, not caring if he gets accepted or not.
It wasn't like he was very poor or something. But my parents were too greedy, honestly. They were looking for an extremely rich suitor for me which I can never adjourn.
"Hey, whatsup? What's on your mind?" He asked taking a sit beside me on the bed.
I sighed and narrowed my gaze back to the window.
"You're not saying anything, love." He stroked my arm softly and I turned to him.
"What do you want me to say?" I began.
"It's one year and counting, my parents aren't thinking about my happiness." I frowned staring into his sad eyes. He couldn't say a word.
"They don't want me to get married to you, don't you think they are selfish?" I raised a brow at him and he smirked, pulling me into his arms.
"I have told you not to think too much about this." he said softly, stroking my back.
I leaned on his warm chest, listening to his skeptic heart beat that soothed me at that moment.
"I'm going to wait until they get tired of seeing us together." he said and I smiled.
"But, wouldn't I be holding you back? All your mates are married and..." he sealed my lips with a deep kiss that I wasn't expecting. I was stunned gradually shutting my eyes to enjoy the warmth from his lips.
How could I lose such person that I can risk my wealth for? Never.
Our lips connected with our eyes closed, he kissed my passionately whilst cupping my face and I moaned softly, embracing him tightly.
We broke apart immediately his phone started ringing. It was an awkward moment.
"Who is it?" I asked shyly with my face stylishly lowered to the ground.
"I really have to take this call, it's from my colleague." He left into the balcony and I sighed plopping on the bed.
He was so graceful and kind. Having respect especially for women.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the bed and I took it up.
It was a message from Eliora, a big smile spread out on my lips on seeing the content.
I beeline straight to my wardrobe, rummaging everything in search of a nice outfit.
Unknowingly, the dresses I threw on the bed ended up on Desmond's head - we exchanged weird stares and I laughed.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." I said.
He approached me and embraced me from the with his chin resting on my shoulder.
"Where are you rushing off to?" he whispered closer to my earlobe, causing chills to rush up my spine.
"It's Eliora. She is back from rehabilitation." I informed him with my voice filled with excitement.
"Oh! Pretty Eliora?" I looked at him fringing jealousy.
"I told you never to call her that again." He laughed at me before becoming serious.
"Fine, fine , fine." he kissed me on my cheek.
"But why rehabilitation? Was she sick?" he asked a few minutes later.
I took a look at the two dress in my hands.
"No. Mr. Romans doesn't want anything to happen to his dear wife." I said.
"Oh!" he slid his hand through his hair, walking back to the bed.
"Babe, which dress fit?" I asked, pouting my lips.
"The green." He turned to leave but stopped.
"Finish quickly so I can drive you there. I'm leaving." He said picking up the car key.
Actually, it was the car I gifted him on his thirty three birthday party. He seemed to cherish it more than anything.
"Leaving? To where?" I dumped the dresses on the bed and followed him to the living room.
"Jenny, I came to visit you last night because I had few engagement nearby. But I can't live with you." He said seriously.
This side of him, I haven't seen it before. My gaze increased on him as I looked at him in confusion.
"Why can't you live with me? I mean, we are couple." I reminded him.
"Couple? Seriously?" He smirked tucking his hand into his trouser pocket.
"Jenny, we ain't married yet. We can only live together when we are rightfully married." he informed me vividly and turned to leave.
"Are you cheating on me?" he stopped moving upon hearing my question, then he turned to me, taking a few step closer.
"When has it gotten to this point?" He asked me looking perplexed.
"That's because you are acting weird. Can't you live with me? I want you to live with me." I urged him seriously as my eyes started holding tears.
I tried my best to rein them in.
"I'm a man, enny." He was now closer to me, we locked our eyes.
"You can't control me." He said lividly staring into my eyes.
Maybe, I haven't truly known this man as I had claimed.