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- II
Christain swiftly moved around in his kitchen, like he personally knew where everything was.
He patiently waited as the coffee machine worked, and once the cappuccino was ready, he placed the cup on the saucer in front of her. "Enjoy."
She glanced at it, scowled and looked back at him as he poured some for himself. "What the fuck?"
Christain paused and turned his body around halfway to look at her. "Do not swear, Grace."
Her frown deepened. "Don— I— you can't ask that of me. What are you doing?"
Did he even realise what was going on? After what had happened, all of this seemed weird to her. It did not make sense.
Christian turned around and raised his hands a little. "Having a cup myself?"
Her eyes went to his hands, and that was exactly what he was doing. He was having a cup of coffee himself. That was it, that was all what he had been doing.
She looked at her cup, still pulled to the brim with the design on the foam that she doesn't even know he could pull.
Shaking her head, Grace took a step back. "He brought him home last night."
"Yes, I did."
"To your place?"
"Was I supposed to drop you off somewhere else when you were dead drunk?"
"No," she realized he had a point. Other things that also dawned on her was that she couldn't exactly explain the situation to him when he was not looking at it, the same way.
Grace was not going to go out of our way to tell him what she was feeling about the entire situation when it was clearly not needed.
"You know what, thank you so much for bringing me to your house. I can't thank you enough for that. I'm really grateful but I have to leave." She said as she slowly stepped back and hopefully towards the door that she had not figured out where it was.
Was there even a door? She did not remember seeing it when she was looking around.
"You need to leave? He stared intently. "Where do you have to go?"
"Work." Grace blurted out. "Of course, I have to go to work. It's a Tuesday morning and it's um," she looked at her wrist, but did not find her wrist watch there. Her phone, was her phone?
Did she leave it at the bar?
"It is half past ten In the morning, grace. You have missed your work deadline. That is, in case you have a job."
Shit. "I missed the deadline.." The words died when she caught on to what he said later. "I have a job, Christian."
Christain's lip stretched but he was not smiling. "When did you start lying to me? I have always caught onto your lies, grace. Why would you bother lying then?"
"I-I am not lying." She denied.
"Stuttering and lying, what a deadly combination of tattletale." He whistled and slowly started getting closer. He stopped only when he came to the other side of the counter. "You don't have a job, Grace. You were fired. Do you really think I would not know?"