When I look at him, surprisingly, I found him staring at me while having on a strange look which I couldn’t describe but which was soon replaced by the usual expressionless one.
“You said you will like to discuss something with me.” I reminded.
“I want you to marry me.” He said.
At first I was taken by surprise but then I told myself he was only joking.
“You said something?” I said, wanting him to repeat himself so I don’t end up to be the one who misheard.
“I want you to marry me.” He repeated.
“Why should I?”
I didn’t know where the discussion was going but I could see he wasn’t joking, he looked damn serious for it to be a joke. After giving me his reason he left the rooftop and I was left alone.
I continued to stare at and to stir my bowl of cereal quite lost in thought.
“Is there something bothering your mind?” Benedicta who was seated beside me asked.
“No.” I lied lifting a spoonful of cornflakes to my mouth.
“Are you sure? You have been acting strange since you got back.”
“It’s my boss…” I huffed a little, the sight of the cornflakes irritating me even more and this time I pushed it away from me.
“What about him?”
“He is opting for a contract marriage.” I broke the news to her.
A smile broke out on her face at my words which wasn’t the expression I was expecting.
“And why are you sad about that? Oh wait… are you beginning to like him? Well, what am I even saying, like who wouldn’t fall for a handsome guy like him.”
“I didn’t say I like him.”
“Then what is wrong?”
“I am the one he wants to get into a contract marriage with.” I told her.
“Huh? Didn’t get that.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you were going to say that too.”
“But why? Why you?”
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“Exactly, why me? There are a lot of ladies who would be ready and willing to do that but he said I am the only one he trusts, who wouldn’t reveal the secret later on.”
“What is his reason for the contract marriage thing?” Benedicta probed.
“To protect his position as the CEO. It was his dad’s order for him to get married or else he would be demoted but he is not ready for a committed one yet.”
“Now I’m getting this. You guys will be together for how long?”
“Five months, six months… it depends on how long we are able to convince his dad it wasn’t a planned marriage and also maybe enough time for him to find someone he really would love to get married to but he told me it won’t exceed a year before a divorce.”
“You already said yes?”
“He is giving me a month to think about it. He said he is not going to force me if I don’t want to do it.”
“Do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. I’m lost between two different options. He had helped me in the past too, when Tamara was very sick and needed surgery, he helped with the hospital bills.” I ended my words with a sigh.
“A contract marriage huh? That would mean living together as well.”
“And that would be the death of me. How do I cope with living with someone that cold-” I lamented.
“and carefree? He has changed a little though but still.”
“How are you going to tell your parents about it?”
“I haven’t said I was going to say yes yet.” I narrowed my eyes at her and she shrugged.