I couldn't help but feel like such a pervert. Why did my eyes gravitate in that direction? And what was the deal with him wearing a robe? I didn't dare ask where he showered; surely, a place this lavish had plenty of other bathrooms. That's one advantage of being rich, I suppose.
I gently eased myself onto the bed, deliberately averting my gaze as he engaged in a phone conversation. The last thing I wanted was for him to notice my flushed cheeks. Series of thoughts flooded my mind pondering whether we could truly become a genuine couple and eventually share a deeper connection like having sex. Lost in my deep thoughts once more, I found myself daydreaming.
I felt a tinge of unease as I reached up and touched my forehead, checking my body temperature to ensure everything was alright. The thoughts that had been consuming me lately had me feeling like a woman on the brink of illness.
The call came to an end and I sensed the weight of the bed shifting beside me. He had joined me on the same bed. My heart raced, filled with anticipation as I pondered whether he desired intimacy. But deep down, I knew I wasn't ready for that, not now or ever.
What was I even thinking? This was a contract marriage after all. He had made it clear that he didn't have feelings for anyone, so why was I allowing my mind to wander into forbidden territory?
I snuggled up into a tight ball, tugging the duvet up to my neck. Discomfort enveloped me like never before. Just as I trying to get cozy, his bedside light flickered off, leaving mine still on. Darkness was my phobia and I couldn't bear to part with the light, it had to stay on.
The room was enveloped in silence with only the sound of our breaths filling the air. I couldn't help but wonder if he had already succumbed to sleep. Slowly, I shifted my position that allowed me to catch a glimpse of him lying on his back with his eyes closed. His features were captivating, exuding an undeniable perfection. As I gazed at his smooth skin, a thought crossed my mind—how would it feel to gently poke it? Surely, it would be incredibly soft to the touch.
"Can't sleep?" Benjamin murmured, his eyes fluttering open as he shifted to face me. My heart skipped a beat—I was startled because I had convinced myself that he was lost in slumber.
Caught in the act of staring, I stammered, "I... I'm just not at ease."
"You'll get used to it, just get some sleep for now. We've got a long day tomorrow."
"What's happening tomorrow?" I inquired, as I had no clue about any plans at all.
"You resume work as my fiancée, I hope you're ready?"
" Well... I guess I'm ready," I replied, my confidence not shining through at all. How bad could tomorrow be? I've faced worse days and came out stronger.
He continued to gaze at me, as if expecting more. So, I decided to delve into some personal questions, after all, we are married.
"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" I asked, eagerly awaiting his answer. I caught a glimpse of a fleeting smile on his face but it vanished in an instant.
"Yes I have."
"Oh, really? How many relationships have you had?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"More than enough to know how to please a woman in bed very well," he responded confidently.
What!!!!!
He wasn't as innocent as I thought. I mean, he said he didn't have feelings for anyone so I assumed he wouldn't be interested in getting intimate. But now I'm curious. I need to find out more. So, I mustered up the courage to ask him, "What do you think about me?"
His lips parted but no words escaped. Instead, a small sigh slipped through his lips before he finally spoke. "You know, I think you're dumb, but I can't deny that you have a certain charm. Consider it a bonus," he said with a playful smile.
I couldn't help but frown at his words. Seriously, calling me dumb? I mean,I was the top student in my faculty and graduated with a first-class degree! How can I possibly be dumb? It just doesn't make sense. As he settled back onto the bed, a chuckle escaped his lips. I guess he must be tired or maybe he was trying to get on my nerves.
"Sleep, Emila. We have plenty of time to catch up," he whispered, his voice dripping with allure.
"Hmm... sure," I replied, turning my back to him. But how could I possibly drift off to sleep when I was faced with his mesmerizingly handsome face? And the way he uttered my name, it sent shivers down my spine. He really should stop using that seductive bedroom voice on me or else I might just lose control. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my racing heart and closed my eyes, eagerly awaiting the embrace of sleep.
I couldn't fall asleep, and I wondered if Benjamin was already asleep. I was too hesitant to turn over and find out. How am I supposed to spend a whole year with this man? I don't know anything about him, but he knows everything about me. I have so many questions but I'm not sure if he'd be willing to answer any of them.I stared at the bedside lamp, feeling completely numb. This whole situation felt surreal. I didn't even go home today. Tomorrow, I'll have to ask Benjamin to give me a ride so I can grab some of my belongings. I can't bear the thought of leaving them behind to gather dust.
Tomorrow's a big day for me as his future wife and honestly, I hope I don't mess it up. I'm not great at pretending, so I'll just be myself and let Benjamin handle the rest.