Ariel' POV
I can feel Arielle's look on me as I carry her into the living room, but I do not know how to confront her. To be honest,she wouldn't be in this circumstance if not for me .I should've attempted harder to persuade Loretta. I should've gone after her when I was informed that she checked out the country. Rather, I sat back and observed our lives go up in flames, making Arielle pay the extreme price."I need a drink," I tell Arielle the minute I put her down. I turn absently from her and walk toward my alcohol cabinet, pouring myself a bourbon slick. "Make that two," she says as she sits down on the couch. Her hands tremble as she takes the glass from me, and I tear my look absently, tossing my drink back before l refill it right away. For a few reasons, I'm reminded of the way I kissed her today, the way she kissed me back. "I'm sorry," I tell her as I sit down facing her, maintaining a strategic distance from her. She looks so wonderful today, in that wedding dress she was never meant to wear. "For what?" I constrain myself to see her in the eye and take a profound breath. She's my spouse now but what is that cruel to us? "For kissing you." Arielle inclines back against the couch and takes another taste of her drink. "I would've been humiliated if you hadn't. Not that numerous individuals knew about Loretta and you, and the few who do are tied to an Affiliation of Performing artists Society. Most of our visitors who accepted our wedding were genuine, and gratefully, we've been able to form it so that it looks genuine too." I gesture at her, uncertain of what to say. It's never been cumbersome between Arielle and me. We've continuously been comfortable with each other, indeed when we're sitting together in silence. By one means or another, everything feels different presently. We both misplaced a part today, and I'm beginning to fear that in a few ways, we misplaced each other as well. "We ought to likely talk about… us," I say. Arielle tensed, her spine fixing. "Yes. We should." I run a hand through my hair and gaze up at the ceiling for a minute. "I'm very sorry that it came to this, Arielle. The thought of me being the reason you do not get to live the life you imagined for yourself, fuck. I'm so fucking sorry." "Ariel." Her voice is delicate but firm, and I sit up straight to confront her. "This isn't your fault. I concede that I too didn't think Loretta really wouldn't show up, but it's done now. We're married." married. Fuck. Typically, a total fucking shitshow. How the fuck did l end up married to my fiancee's younger sister? What the fuck? I took a calming breath some time recently, tipping my drink back. I require a few fucking fluid courage for this shit. "I know this isn't what you needed, Arielle, and honestly, I didn't think that it'd come to this. I need you to know that I do not anticipate anything from you. All I inquire about is that we make it look like we're giving our marriage a genuine chance — in Grandma's eyes, at least." In Grandma's eyes," she rehashes, her look wandering over my confront. "What does that mean?" I drag my bowtie free and unfasten the first button on my shirt. "It implies we ought to fake it in her presence. As long as she believes we're trying our best to be together, she'll leave us alone. I'm the first of my kin to get married, so I'm not completely beyond any doubt what to anticipate either, but I know my grandmother. If she thinks we aren't attempting, she'll come up with all sorts of schemes, and we can't have that. You don't know her,you are just seeing Grandmother as the sweet ancient woman she assumed to be before you, but she's difficult to bargain with. I cherish her, but she can be a thorn in one's flesh. Arielle rises to her feet, looking like a total vision in her white wedding dress. All day I've attempted my hardest not to gaze at her, but it's outlandish to stand up to. She looks breathtaking and the profound V at the front of her dress exposes her cleavage flawlessly. It feels inappropriate to stare at her for a long time but I battle to tear my look away. It's bizarre that this excellent lady is presently my spouse. "So you need us to pretend we're making our marriage work, and what will you be doing in the meantime?" She strolls up to me and rests her knee on the couch, between my legs. At that point she inclines in and places her hands on my shoulders. It takes everything in me to keep her from finding out how fucking mesmerized I am.
Do you propose to sleep with my sister, whereas you make me fulfil the terms of our marriage?" I tense and grind my teeth, astounded by the address and the poison in her voice. "Of course not," I snapped. "Just what do you think of me, Arielle?" She fixes her hold on my shoulders, outrage blazing through her eyes. I've never seen her look so angry. The Arielle I used to know was continuously sweet and quiet, but the lady before me is something else entirely. "I do not know, Ariel. It sounds terrible, like you're asking me to pretend to be your spouse for three long years until you'll separate me and go back to my sister. It's all super helpful for you two, isn't it? Loretta absconds so she doesn't ought to endure through the restrictions this marriage would force on her career, and for the following three long years, she gets to centre on her acting career whereas I'm caught in this marriage to you. You truly are going to take three years of my life and give them up for Loretta?I take a minute to see my spouse in a fair way. She's harmed, unreliable, and irate. Legitimately so. I'm not beyond any doubt what I was inquiring about her for, but I do realise I chose the wrong words. I reach for her and wrap my hands around her midriff, startling her. "No," I said to her. "No. I won't give up a whole three years of your life, Arielle. What I'm saying is that there are rules we have to be stand by, and faking it before Grandma will make both of our lives easier."I breathe in profoundly, my intellect a total fucking mess. "I'm not beyond any doubt what this marriage will be like for us. I'm not beyond any doubt where I stand with Loretta, either. Right now, there's a part I do not know, Arielle." Arielle gestures and pulls absently, her shoulders hanging. Seriously, today has been a difficult day for both of us, and at least for the time being, things won't get rosey. "We do not ought to figure everything out at once. Rather we should take it one step at a time, okay?" I said to her, "How about I give you a tour of our house, and we can get an early night?" She gestures, and I constrain a grin into my confrontation. Arielle and I have continuously been so comfortable with each other, but at this moment, we're both pretending we aren't hurting. Everything concerning today is torturing me. We just got married , however the distance between us is enormous .