3
He passes me the contract and the marriage certificate.
-You can add whatever you want- seat and I take the paper.
The contract basically said that this marriage was going to last 2 years, that he was going to help me in whatever he wanted, that he was going to attend social events being Mrs. Huberman, at the end the goods would not be distributed, I was going to be paid 12 million pounds a year for being his wife and most importantly no one could know that everything was false.
-You just need to sign here- I point out a small space with my name
- and here - I point out another paper.
Take the pen to sign.
The truth is that the deal was fair, so sign both papers.
"Perfect," he said very happy, his joy scared me.
He took a very beautiful and elegant box out of his sack, he opened it and I saw a beautiful rose gold ring, he took my hand and slid it down my finger. He took out another equally beautiful box and showed a beautiful ring with small inlaid diamonds, it was undoubtedly the best wedding ring ever seen there and for God's sake that this showed how rich and powerful this man was.
But that didn't bother me, that it showed how rich he was more often.
-They are beautiful- it was the only thing I managed to articulate, he doesn't say anything, he just nods.
I extended my hand in front of me to admire the rings.
-Give me your address and my staff will go get your things.
-I can go by myself
"But you won't," said the plaintiff.
I looked at him with my eyebrows almost together because of how he answered me.
-Just tell my staff that you want them to bring you and they will do it I don't think you want to bring you too many things. - he says this time calmer.
I nodded in agreement, I hesitated a little because of his attitude, but in the end I managed to talk.
-But I have to go talk to the owner of the apartment- my voice sounded embarrassed.
He owed thousands of pounds to the old man, how could he not be?
-About the rent?
This man is really scary, he knows everything about me.
- Don't worry, I'll pay for it for you.
God, this man is always one step ahead.
Apparently he noticed my confusion and spoke.
-You didn't think I would marry a complete stranger. - he says mockingly, but there was something else in his tone, something deeper and indecipherable, as if he knew exactly who he was talking to from the beginning.
...
When I arrived at his mansion I was totally amazed, I had never been in this area in my life, everything here screamed luxuries that I can't afford. We entered the house and a slightly older lady greeted us.
"Sir, I didn't expect to see you here so early," he said as he helped him take off his coat.
Are you early? It's almost 10:00 at night.
A young lady helped me take off my coat.
-She is my wife, Gabriela Cruise-I introduce myself to both women.
-Hello, dear, I'm Mrs. Cooper. - The old woman offered me her hand even with a frown, with pleasure the narrow one - and she is Carla, my daughter - I pointed to the young woman.
I smiled in his direction.
- Mrs. Cooper, would you be so kind as to give Mrs. Huberman a tour of the house - I don't expect an answer, because as quickly as she said she went to God will know where.
Mrs. Cooper didn't seem to care about the sudden disappearance of her boss and I took my arm to start guiding me through the wide corridors.
"I didn't expect little Chris to get married so soon," I whisper.
Small?. I would say big.
- He told us so much about you that we were eager to meet you.
What? Was he talking about me?
That avivo my thought that if he knows everything about me.
"But it makes me happy that there is finally someone who brightens up her days." He interrupted my thought, I looked at her with a very feigned smile on my face.
I was very sure that I wouldn't brighten up his days, I don't even know him and I'm not exactly the funniest or happiest person in the universe.
After a long journey, they took me to what would be my room, or so I assumed.
The bedroom was very beautiful, I passed my hand through the dresser, the King size bed, the wooden doors, the TV, the mini living room, there were many excessively expensive objects in this bedroom, not even with all my old furniture I could buy the bed. I opened one of the doors and found an exaggeratedly large closet, although empty in certain areas, the only clothes that occupied the place were men's clothes, but it didn't take too much importance.
For God's sake, this looks like a dream mini-city.
-As soon as your things arrive, we will arrange them and the closet will look better.
-It's fine-seat still stunned with the room.
I follow Mrs. Cooper who enters through one of the closet doors.
-This is the bathroom
Without words, the closet and the bathroom were the size of my apartment, and I felt too humble in this place full of luxuries.
-I guess he didn't bring something to sleep-niego blush- My daughter can lend him something, if he wants.
"That would be wonderful," she nods.
-Relax, I'll bring you something in a moment.
I took a bath in the big tub, and it is worth mentioning that it was great, I have never taken such a relaxing bath in my life. This is more than I ever imagined, why I say this morning I woke up being miserable and now I have all this good, however, I don't really have it.
What does that man want in return?
I came out of the big closet already changed with Carla's sleeping clothes, and I saw Christopher lying in bed watching something on his laptop. I was too scared, this man appeared and disappeared constantly.
-What are you doing here? - I took a hand to my chest to calm my heartbeat caused by the scare.
"It's my room," he said obviously.
Had Mrs. Cooper brought me to his room?
Well, obviously, she doesn't know that everything is a farce - my conscience answered me.
My breathing is a disaster because of my micro-heart attack, this house I'm going to admit it's a little scary, that is, it's gigantic, and only the two of us are up here. Even though now that I think about it, men's clothes in the closet already make sense.
-Don't worry, nothing will happen... At least you want - he says without taking his eyes off the device until he says the last thing and only directs his sight to me for microseconds.
That's what worries me the least, believe me, right now you almost caused me a scare attack.
Try to take a deep breath and calm down.
-You will stand there forever or you will come- this time if I take your eyes off your laptop and all my efforts to reassure my frightened heart went through a tube, now I was not scared but nervous.
-Will we sleep together? - I murmured a little embarrassed.
"Well, I don't see another bed, so I guess so," I diverted my view to the largest armchair in the room and then returned it to it.
He understood and laughed. He laughed.
"No, of course not," he said, still funny, "this is my house and I won't sleep on the couch, plus the bed is too big, nothing will happen.
-
Maybe it would be better if I slept in another room
-
And that my staff thinks that we are not a real couple?
I had to try to get rid of having to sleep next to him, but he was right.
-You're right- I tried to convince me that nothing was wrong, I walked to another corner of the bed, removed the duvet and went to bed.
This was uncomfortable, quite uncomfortable.
-Tomorrow we will go to the mall.
-Why? - I turned to see it better.
-You need clothes- again I only saw the screen
-I have clothes- he was amused by my comment
-How to say it- he thought about it for a while, when he seemed to find the words he smiled and looked at me- your clothes are...silvestre, humble, not according to...
"Enough, I understood." I stopped him, he gave me a smile showing his dimples and paid his attention to the device again.
I sighed heavily and turned off the lamp on my side to finally rest.