“Are you leaving for real?” Jack asked, surprised by her quick action. It only means that she wasn't interested in coming out with him at first. She only did it as a matter of compulsion and not excitement. Isn't she happy to be with him?
“You weigh your words before uttering them to me. I am not some gullible woman that you can shove to a corner and expect her to remain there, smiling. I will give it to you back to back however you give the measure” she snapped at him.
Jack sighed. He brought Camella to sit down and stared at her “we are engaged Camella, but you don't seem to know how you are expected to act, when you are before me. We should have long passed this stage.
Why should we have to keep fighting whenever we are together? We ought to be celebrating lovers day out these days, but no. You're so impossible and I'm getting freaked out” Jack screamed.
Gosh! This is awful. How can he be engaged to a woman like this? She's too tough for him and does things in her own way and terms without putting him into consideration. How can anyone compelled him into marrying this kind of woman?
“Don't yell at me next time. I keep telling you to know how to respect a woman. I think you should learn how to treat women first before inviting me over next time” Camella squeaked, stood up and walked out.
When she got out, she sighed softly. What is wrong with her, why did she go so rashly with Jack? She shouldn't have accompanied him out for dinner. Maybe it was better that she told him she was having a mood swing and not in her best state of mind at the moment.
She waited patiently in the car and soon, Jack returned and joined her in the car. He didn't say anything to her but simply started the ignition. He isn't going to argue with her again.
Camella glanced at him briefly and said “did I hurt you with my words?” and looked away. Jack glanced at her and was quiet. She was asking him if he was hurt by her words? How amazing.
“Do you need to ask me that?” Jack squeaked. It's a well known fact that Camella is arrogant and a spoiled brat. He'd never seen where a woman feels so high and lofty that her fiance's feeling meant nothing to her
But then, they're not made for each other. They were arranged for each other. Benson Wood wants him for his daughter but she's too arrogant for any man to fall in love with.
They didn't say anything to each other until they arrived at the Wood's estate. Camella alighted from the car and went straight to her room. Her dad heard the car honk and came out, he hoped Jack had been able to discuss with her like they agreed.
But by the time he stepped out, he heard the noise of the door being locked from Camella's room and he squinted. They returned too early and such swift movement by his daughter meant nothing went well.
Jack stepped in just as Benson descended the stairs. The young man was looking furious and looked away when Benson drew closer. He stood before him and said “sit” but Jack gnashed his teeth, he fisted his palm.
“I won't be sitting, sir” he declared. He was in love with someone else. But this arranged engagement with this arrogant brat made him break up his engagement to his girlfriend and what does he have in exchange?
Ridicule, insult and a down grading.
“It didn't go well right?” Benson asked. He guessed so anyway. If things went well, Camella wouldn't dash into her room like she did and Jack wouldn't be looking like someone whose wife cuckold him.
“I don't think it will ever go well between us. I don't think I can marry your daughter sir. I want a break from this arranged engagement” Jack blurted and didn't wait another minute before stepping out and going to take his car.
Benson Wood was unable to utter a word. Camella is going to ruin the happy life he was going to give her? Jack just left, angry and unhappy with her. What does Camella want, just power and position?
Camella got into her room and her eyes fell on Andre's jacket again. She went to it, glanced at it and sighed softly. She is so eager for dawn. She needs to apologise to Andre for her outburst and tampering with his salary. She would have it all refunded back to him with a compensation of 30%
She went to have a bath. Soaking herself in a warm bath, she closed her eyes briefly. Jack and herself are not compatible. She's trying to tolerate him but she doesn't have any feelings for him, not even a mere likeness.
She doesn't have feelings for men. She just wants to be a strong woman who is self independent and doesn't care about any man. A few times, she'd tried getting into a relationship but it all doesn't last beyond a few days, she's so intolerable.
But dad is head bent on creating a romance between her and Jack. She doesn't want it and that is it. She wants to live a peaceful life. Men and relationships are a distraction. She hopes Jack and her dad would understand that.
*******
In the hotel room, Jasmine was feeling pains in her lower abdomen. It's been there for three days now and Patrick promised to take her to the hospital the next morning. They just returned from their honeymoon but the renovation in his penthouse was not completed yet, so they stayed in the hotel.
The symptoms of early pregnancies were having an effect on her. She couldn't eat and nothing seems to go down well with her. Her pregnancy was eight weeks old and this past few weeks hadn't been easy on her.
“Darling, I feel restless and uneasy” Jasmine complained but Patrick ignored her, working on his computer. She sighed softly. He often behaves cold and aloof since they returned from their honeymoon. She doesn't understand why.
Patrick simply ignored her. He has so much on his plates now, that having women talk isn't going to help him at the moment. Jasmine has become unattractive to him. If it wasn't that she was pregnant with his child, he wouldn't have married her.
Seeing that Patrick was not answering her, she laid down and decided to endure the pain. Hopefully she could sleep off, it would help her. Sleep often takes away pains and by morning, they'll go to the hospital.
Close to midnight, she was awakened by Patrick's touch, he was caressing her, and had already undressed himself. She sighed, she's tired of being fucked. Why does he do it all the time?
She tried to push him away “I'm not feeling well, Patrick” she complained. Waking up made her return to the pain again. She felt severe pain and she's afraid her baby might be affected.
Patrick pulled her by the hair violently and yelled into her face “How dare you think you can deny me sex in this marriage. You're my slave, my sex slave” he yanked her legs apart and furiously slammed his weight on her, pressing her beneath him.