"I am certain a beauty such as yourself can spare to spend time with a beast such as myself. If not, then it is not right to spend your time in your mother's quarters. Why not move to a house with her and marry her?" He blurted. Bruce was aware that he spoke out of line due to anger and when Claire and her mother came to view, he could not keep his anger bridled, neither could he ignore the fact that they were supposed to pretend to be so in love. Claire's mother let out a gasp but did a quick job of hiding her facial reaction."Son, I did not mean… you do not mind me calling you my son, do you?" Claire's mother asked, inquisitively waiting for a reaction. She wanted her daughter to know all his touchy spots. Is this one of them? Bruce kept a blank face. The red of his anger had dissipated slowly and Claire finally left her mother's side. She took off her robe and walked gingerly towards the enormous bed. She had spent a considerable amount of time wondering how she was going to shar
"How I do what? Eat waffles? You just pour the honey over it and take a bite. That is all there is to that." Her mother gave her an easy smile and continued her meal. Her disposition to their situation was alarming. They were in the house of a man who could have them killed or publlicly tarnished for the slightest reason and her mother was making comments about croissants. That felt weird. The maid at the end of their table stood awkwardly, making her presence known by the noise of her shuffling feet."Mother, you baffle me. You were asking if I would be okay sleeping in the same room as my partner just last night. Now, the breakfast is delightful… it is all rays of sunshine and love. The switch up is giving whiplash, mom." Her voice was low and she was trying hard not to let out any information that might cause the maids to have ideas. "Look, Claire, we are already here. You took the opportunity to save me and we are here…" Claire raised her index finger to indicate that her mother
"I never paid you to think, did I?" Bruce asked Rex. Rex was in no position to cajole him to make a relationship work. After seeing what great lengths Mr. Archibald had gone to get him into a union for an heir, Rex was supposed to know better than to question his decisions in his relationship."No boss. My apologies." Rex knew he was not supposed to interfere in his boss's affairs but someone had to give him a nudge in the right direction and Mr. Archibald was no longer available to do that.Bruce took quick strides into his office. He had spent half of his day at the office thinking about the devil he knew currently taking space in his house with her mother. He wondered what they could be doing. Every now and then, he had called for Rex to show him footage from the mansion's security cameras. Rex knew his boss was just being anxious and nothing else. Claire and her mother could not come up with any plans as long as they were in his house. They had tight security and the most loyal, tr
Claire wondered what Bruce might be up to this time. What was behind that door and why did she not realize it was there all this time. She was hesitant to follow him into the adjoining room."Oh come on, Claire. If I wanted you killed, you would be dead a long time ago. I would not wait till you turned my staff against me before I did that." Bruce gave her a bone chilling glance. She walked quickly after him as he stepped into the room. The other room was simple. A king sized bed, a massive closet, and bathroom. The adjoining room was next to someone's dream apartment. The decor was flawless. What was the need for this? The thought ran through Claire's mind."I will be sleeping here from now on. That room will be there for your mother's eyes. She is going to think we sleep next to each other at dusk and wake up next to each other at dawn." He explained all of this and went into the bathroom to have his bath. He had started peeling off his clothes when he realized Claire was still there
"Spill it, mom. I need all the help I can get." Claire did not have the time for her mother's theatrics. Her mother cleared her throat and then drank some water."I was thirsty, excuse me. I think it is time you went on a vacation.""A vacation?" She asked her mother. She was not expecting her mother to come up with this. How was a vacation supposed to fix the gap between her and Bruce."Yes, a vacation. You could go to a faraway country, sign up for couple's activities you two could do together and just enjoy a different country together. He would have no where to go if he is in a strange country.* Her mother smiled mischievously like she had just come up with a master plan. Claire looked at her mother for a while."What if he refuses to agree to this plan of yours? What then?" Claire was not convinced about her mother's plan. There were many loopholes in the plan. Each hole had a lot of what-ifs. She needed a sure solution. This was the best time to consult her friend's psychic, Cry
"Bruce, that was rude… I know you have little regard for me but at least show some respect for my mother at least." Claire frowned at him."You signed a contract with my daughter, remember?" Claire's mother said and Bruce began to laugh. "What is funny?" She asked, her rage was increasing by the minute. She could barely hold her temper when he began to behave like this."You want to know what is so funny? Well I will tell you what." He paused and stared at her mother who was still watching the ram unfold. He remembered that she knew nothing about their arrangement. But if she knew nothing about their arrangement, then how did she know about the contract. "Hold on. Hold on. How do you know about the contract?" Bruce pointed his index finger at her mother. Her mother opened her mouth to speak but no words came out."Ohh, you knew all this while and i was trying to act like I did not really loathe your daughter. Did you enjoy the show?" Bruce smirked."Oh please, shut up. You could not
"Hi, how can I help you?" The middle aged man stared at Claire as though she had just fallen from the sky. Claire's mouth felt as though it had lost its function to speak. "Uhm, hi. My name is Claire and I recently got married to your boss, Bruce." She ended the sentence with a tone of question. He was meant to recognize her as Bruce's bride. Did he not inform the entire staff about her or was the cellar outside the jurisdiction."You know Bruce, don't you?" She asked again, to be clear. He smiled a shy smile and stood to his feet."Of course, he is a good boss to me. What would the young master need?" He asked her like he did not look ready to burn through her body with his eyes. She wondered if he was mentally stable."The young master needs your best bottle of wine. It is that kind of night, do you get me?" She smiled at the man as though he knew what kind of night it was. He gave her a small smile in return and went into hidden corner in the cellar. She was left there wondering wh
Bruce sat with Claire and took the bottle of wine from her hand. He took a long swig and gave the bottle back to Claire. Claire whistled and drank from the bottle too."That did not seem so bad, did it?" Claire asked him but he did not reply her. He sank into the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long while. Claire wondered what was going through his mind. She knew if she wanted him to open up to her, then she had to say something."This Beijing trip is one of the best things to happen to me and my mother. You might not know this but she has had this fantasy of wanting to travel out for a long time. When I saw her in the hospital with all the wires connected to her system, she could barely open her eyes, I wondered how I could make her better. I prayed and wished she would get better, so that I could give her the life she had prayed everyday for. I know, you have reasons not to trust me but to be very honest, I am grateful for all of this. Even if my mother will not show it, she is t