Imprisoned by the CEO
“You will have to marry me and bear me a child.” “What the fuck?!” Logic flew out of the window when Grace heard him say that. “Excuse me, what did you just say?” Maybe, she was the one who had heard him wrong. It could have been anything except marrying him and giving him a child. “You heard me,” Christian tsked, “but I’ll repeat it. Marry me and have my child.” Her mouth opened and gaped at me. In her mind, she was trying to make sense about what was going on. How in the world had it come to be? What in the world could make the situation come to this?! “No?” Grace replied, but then realized that the word was not firm enough. “No.” she said again. Christian frowned, and it seemed so innocent like he had not asked her the most unbelievable thing. “Why not? I thought you wanted to help me. You offered.” “I offered my help, my brain, my support not my,” she hesitated, “stomach!” What was the word for it? “Womb,” he provided. “Yes!” She slapped her hand on the table. “You don’t get my womb!” “I don’t?” He challenged. “No!” “What if helping me out means Lorelai coming out of a coma?” Grace felt her heart drop. “What?” Christian nodded. “What if helping me out, agreeing to what you have to do for me, means bringing your grandmother out of the, that she is in?” ******** Grace was one strong girl and with the people she put her trust in, that was only a small number, she knew she could conquer the world, or at least she thought to herself. When her best friend proposed a deal that could change their lives, she made a decision that was going to be mutually beneficial to both of them. But one renovation led to many and everything has been just a game, a manipulation from him. Everything was full of deceit, lies, planning and plotting against her. Every single thing, right down the fact that only he had been her friend… Everything was a lie and she had been living it, willingly. Tropes; Friends to lovers, office romance, best friends, frenemies, marriage of convenience, possessive villainous and morally gray heroes!
A cappuccino- III
"You don't have a job, Grace. You were fired. Do you really think I would not know?"
Grace opened her mouth to give him a reply, but the words took a few moments to come out. "I did not get fired—"
"Another lie."
"I didn't—" she huffed. "I did. What is it to you? It's for me to figure out."
"I am sure it is."
She frowned. "No, it's my issue."
Not only was it just her issue, I just had nothing to do with him. He could not come and waltze in her life after three years of silence.
Christian smiled a little, just a bit. She always did when he knew that she was thinking something, but was keeping it to herself. "Say it."
She did. "It has been more than three years since we last talked. I called you urgently, I called you the next day, every minute, in the middle middle of the night, there was no time I thought of calling you and did not call you."
"The only way I even got to know anything about you was through our mutual friends. They knew what was going on in your life and I did not. Your social media was off, your phone was off, your email was off, everything about you had just disappeared. There was no way of communicating to you. There has been nothing in between us for three years. You cannot come to me and tell me that my problem is all of a sudden, are your problems because they are not."
Any person, after hearing a confession of feelings from anyone, would have looked away, would have made a movement to dilute the tension that had started to build up. They would have done anything to just cause a little bit of distraction to lower the tension a little bit. But that was not Christian. Somehow, he stared right into her eyes, as if he could see her soul and find out how her brain was working.
"Three years of no communication and silence cannot bring you and me apart." He said. "You and I have been friends for as long as we have been alive and we will continue to be in each other's life. Communication or silence does not matter shit to me."
"Communication is all that matters in any kind of relationship. If you're not talking to someone, how in the world are you still related to them if not by blood!" She could not call someone her friend if she had not talked to them in three years. That friendship was over.
"No, Grace. It does not." Christain shook his head. "Only you matter to me. If you want to remain inside and for the rest of your life, You can, but you are the only one who matters to me."
Grace gaped at him open-mouthed. "That does not even make any kind of sense. Make it make sense!"
He smiled and raised his cup. "Have your drink first. Come on, let's go to the living room."