Nelson's POV
It didn't take me long to realize who she was. Well I would never have realized it in the first place, if it weren't for that night. While I helped her with her night routine before bed, I found myself drawn to her once again. Paying so close to her in bed made me feel at ease and then the drowsiness came. This is something only one woman could do. I started to doubt it at first, but then I had to confirm it for myself although I regret checking without her permission, it was necessary. I pulled her nightwear over to the side a little and there it was. Her tattoo.
As much as I wanted to pull her close to that night I could not and had to control myself, I realized that my problem was finally solved, the moment I marry her I'll be able to finally sleep, I can finally get rid of my insomnia. But then that would mean the reason she didn't want to marry me was because she recognized who I was so that means if she finds out that I had also discovered who she was, she would call off this marriage and probably run away again. I can't lose her. Whether or not she remembered me did not matter, the deal I had with her was now invalid since I had found the one I was searching for and that too she is my wife and she could solve my problems, what more could I have possibly asked for.
"Congratulations on being married, buddy. Your bachelor life ends here."
Matt said as we shook hands. I wonder if I should be sad or happy that I am no longer single. It's not as though there was anything special about bachelorhood especially with those greedy councilors breathing down my neck. No one approached me and only spoke behind my back, cursing me to be single for the rest of my life. I guess I've finally put them to shame now that I have a companion. Maybe this time, my life might be different than it was in the past. I'm a bit curious to see how things between Lilian and I unfold.
Something suddenly sparked upstairs. I finally understood that there was an issue I was yet to solve.
"Matt. I need your advice. I want to know how to make someone fall for me." I asked with so much seriousness because I had given it a lot of thought.
Matt looked at me like he had just seen a mirage.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Hopefully, this is the last time I'll ask Matt for this sort of advice again. Unfortunately for me it seemed luck was not on my side. We started having problems the moment we entered what will be our bedroom for the next couple days. I had booked a hotel for our honeymoon as advised by Matt at the beach side. He said;
'If you wanna make her yours Nelson, you'll have to show her that she already belongs to you in bed.'
I didn't want to listen to him, but Matt was experienced in dealing with women and I was the one coming for advice so I decided to humor him, however things didn't go as planned.
"I'll take the sofa, you can have the bed."
That was the very first thing she said to me after our wedding. For some reason I felt broken, it's probably because I had invested my entire hope into her, and that's the reason I didn't mind getting the penthouse suite just so she could feel comfortable. It occured to me that since I needed her to sleep then I would have to think of how to convince her to lay beside me. I didn't know how to tell her that I needed her company on the bed to fall asleep. I so badly wanted to capture her heart, make her fall in love with me. I wanted her to match my energy but my so-called brilliant plan has proven to be abortive. As part of my plan to fall asleep I had two options. The first was to go with Matts' idea and have our first night of bliss but I wonder how many times we'd need to do it. The second was to just have her stay in my arms and fall asleep but that's not working either.
I start questioning myself. If she didn't want to sleep with me then why did she do it with me when I was a total stranger. This woman is beyond mysterious.
This was not the way I planned to have my first night. This woman was sticking to the contract like a glue on a stick. She was drawing the line and making it clear that she didn't want a relationship with me. Well I wouldn't have argued with that, except she was the only one who could help me fall asleep. If she sleeps before me then who will make me fall asleep. I was stuck with no excuse to give, I couldn't even please her if I wanted to.
"There is no need to fret. The bed's big enough for the both of us and I won't touch you so you can rest assured and lie here." I started canceling all plans of having our first night as a married couple. If I don't do this then there's probably no way she'd agree.
"No." She bluntly tells me. "I'll take the sofa. Thank you for your help."
I'm confused, annoyed and frustrated at the same time. If I pressure her then she'll hate me, she didn't have to stick to the contract like this. She walked up to the bed, grabbed a pillow and walked over to the wardrobe and took out a blanket, making her way to the sofa. Without wasting time, she lands on the sofa and cuddles the blanket, before shutting her eyes and going to sleep. It's not gonna be easy convincing her to somehow help me fall asleep.
I sat still on my bed, watching her as she drifted off. I wanted to keep persisting but I could no longer do that as she was deep asleep under seconds. A snore escaped her lips and kept ringing in my ears. She wasn't like this before but now she's snoring heavily,m. The wedding proceedings must have tired her out. Poor girl. Good thing I brought my laptop. I decided to start working while she slept since it was still a struggle no matter how I tried, but with each passing minute, I found myself raising my head from the device to check on her. The sofa wasn't wide or long enough, if she keeps up with that bad sleeping posture of hers, ha! She's really something.
Do I let her fall or not? I kept asking myself. I stared at her as she frowned while she turned around to the other side of the sofa. This is beyond ridiculous. I stood up from the bed and walked towards the sofa where she was slumped like a lot of wood but in a bad shape. Slipping my hands through and making sure she did not wake up as she grumbled. I paused, and waited for her to go back to her dreamland and picked her up properly, carefully making my way to the bed in fear that she'd wake up if I moved too fast. She's very light weight for someone with such a healthy appetite. It feels like if I make a mistake she might break. I don't want to hurt her, that's for sure, so I held her like a delicate flower and placed her on the bed. She stretched out her arms and legs and tugged on my pillow, smiling happily. Omega senses must be really weak seeing that she failed to realize someone just moved her. What if it wasn't me, would she smile like this to a total stranger too, after all she's done it to me when I was a total stranger, what if she married someone else.
Why am I even bothered about this? I'm supposed to need her to cure my insomnia and not interfere with her personal life. But, her scent is really refreshing and relaxing. Was it her scent that drew me in, because she smells so much like her? I reach for a stray lock of hair from her messy bun of full mane and play with it. Did Matt preharps feel this way when he was with other women or is this only happening to me? I guess I'll never know this mystery woman.