Chapter 2
"We're here," I said, pulling the iron door open.
"Perfect."
"You needed to do something?" I asked, making my way through the lounge.
He took a seat on the leather chair, and I peered through the fridge, searching for something to fill the abyss within my belly. He smiled and asked his driver to leave with the rest of the men before reaching for his phone. After a few phone calls, he switched his phone off and watched me place a cup of tea in front of him.
"Is that a yes to my proposal?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I'll take it that you only asked that because you were in immense shock from the explosion?"
"Not really. It's our norm, is it not? I'd be more shocked if it didn't happen."
"That statement hit a bit too close to home," I replied, rolling my sleeves up. "My answer is no, by the way. I have no romantic feelings for you."
"Marriage isn't all about romance. Matter of fact, that's the last thing it's about."