Get Me Married By Tori Chapter 21


    Chapter 21: Eyes


    A monthter.


    I finished thest book I was reading and kept it together with the others. I stared at the pile of books


    and smiled at myself. I did an amazing job on finishing the books and in such a short time. I had over


    30 novels piled up against each other and I finished it in a month time.


    But then again, I waspletely jobless and useless in that house so it wasn’t something special.


    I yawned and my stomach grumbled after wards. It was time for lunch and I was so looking forward to it


    because Margaret had told me they were going to make a french dish all through out that day. When I


    was at Paris, the french dishes I tasted were heavenly and I didn’t mind having more of it for a week. I


    stood up from the bed and walked out of my room. I went downstairs just in time because the food was


    being ced on the dinning when I arrived and I couldn’t help but shrieked like a child.


    The maids stared at me and grinned widely at my outburst.


    “You look happy ma’am” Anna said and I smiled at her.


    “shouldn’t I be happy?” I asked and she shook her head violently.


    “No, no…you should be always. I just want to pertake in your joy” she said and I smiled widely.


    “Well I am happy because…..” I thought for a while to think of the reason I would be happy but I


    couldn’te up with anything


    “I don’t really know” I said and took my sit.


    “Anna leave the master’s wife alone, we have more job in the kitchen” Margaret said to her and she


    pouted and walked away.


    I chuckled at her and my stomach grumbled again. I quickly turned to the food in front of me. I stood up


    and dished out my food.


    “Ma’am, let me do that” One of the maids said quickly and walked towards me.


    “Don’t bother yourself, I am really famished” I said.


    “The master won’t like you doing that yourself ma’am” she protested and I rolled my eyes.


    “He doesn’t care about the things I do, more over he isn’t home” I said ignoring her protest.


    Of course I knew he wasn’t home that was exactly why I came down for lunch.


    I always had breakfast and dinner in my room because I knew that he was always at home during


    those time but once it was noon I was always downstairs.


    “Ma’am he is…..


    “You really love daring me don’t you?” Jordan’s voice was the next thing I had and I became frozen at


    that spot. The maid who was protesting looked at me apologetically before she turned away.


    The sitting room became really quiet and I could suddenly perceive Jordan’s perfume all over me.


    Jordan was good at being silent, so many times he had walked up to me from behind, I never saw him


    or heard his footstep behind. When his perfume enveloped me, I knew he was right behind me and that


    made me nervous.


    Thest time I had been close to him was the day I went over to the library. Jordan had caught me


    ncing through a book I realized I shouldn’t have touch and he almost skinned me alive for it.


    I actually thought he would do that with how angry he was but he didn’t. He had ordered me to get out


    after staring at me for so long and I did that without hesitation. And I never showed my face to him


    since then. Knowing he was close again to me sent chills down my spine.


    “Leave” his voice reverberated in the room and all the maids scurried away like rats being chased by


    cats and I was left alone with Jordan.


    He said nothing, he said absolutely nothing for so long. It felt like no one was even there with me but I


    knew he was right there because of his powerful cologne.


    Suddenly he held my arm and pulled me so hard, I turned towards him and hit myself against his body.


    My heart suddenly started beating fast and nervousness took over my system. My eyes slowly looked


    up to his and I regretted it the minute I tried doing that. His eyes were brown but dark, it was so


    beautiful yet so cold and hateful.


    I looked away immediately and realized I was still ced against his body. I moved away gently but he


    pulled me back, to my surprise.


    “What are you doing?” he said something for the first time since all the maid left and the chill came


    back again.


    “I was going….to have lunch” I replied and tried moving away from him again but he gripped my arm


    tighter making me stand still immediately. .


    Then it went quiet again.


    “Can you just let me go” I blurted out and he tightened his grip on my arms. I whimpered and tried


    moving away from him.


    “Jordan” I called out and he groaned.


    “There are rules and orders in this house” he growled.


    “There are things you should and shouldn’t do” he added. I looked up at him with tear filled eyes and he


    tightened his grip on my arm and I cried with a low tone and looked away from him. But he didn’t let go


    even when he knew he was clearly hurting me. I felt like he enjoyed hurting me, he enjoyed seeing me


    so weak.


    “Let go…” I growled and pulled away from him forcefully. And by so doing, I crashed against the table


    and red at him.


    “You can’t keep hurting me when ever you set your eyes on me Jordan” I said boldly. I didn’t know


    where it wasing from, I didn’t know how I was bing so bold, neither have I ever felt like I


    could say something like that. But I said it none the less like it was something I had been nning to


    say for a while.


    His expression was unreadable and his eyes seemed to get more furious with everything I did or say.


    “I see” he stalked closer to me and I immediately looked around for an escape. I turned to my left and


    tried making a move but he read my thoughts.


    With a sudden movement he pulled me by my arm, making me hit against his body again and held me


    tightly. His other hand grabbed my other hand and the same way he gripped my arm, he did the same


    to the other and intentionally held it tighter. I felt my bones would crush under his grip and tears burned


    the back of my eyes.


    My body was held against his so tightly, so closely there was no space between us.


    I looked at him with eyes that were almost clouded with tears and tried pleading but for some reason he


    gripped my arms tighter and I looked away. And the tears flowed with a little whimper from me.


    “I will hurt you when ever I choose to” he whispered coldly.


    “And that’s because you took away the only dream that can truly make me happy till my demise” he


    growled and tightened his grip on my arms.


    I cried out openly and ced my hands against his chest, forcefully hitting at him so he could let me go


    but he didn’t.


    “I’m sorry…” I cried knowing exactly what he was talking about.


    He was talking about his marriage to Samantha. He loved that bitch so much, getting married to her


    was the only dream he had. He loved her so much and had no clue what she really was.


    “I’m sorry I swear. I …………… didn’t mean it…. It…was never my intention” I tried exining to him. I


    never meant to get married to him, I never meant to steal his wife or love.


    “Next thing I hate apart from being a deceiver is lies” he growled and I shook my head violently and


    looked up to his face again with tear stained eyes


    “I promise I am not any of them” I cried and his hands suddenly loosened against my arms.


    He pulled away to my surprise and stared at my face like he saw something alien. I stared back at him


    unable to react, I still felt the pain of his grip on my arms and my heart was heavy from a lot of things


    he said.


    He lifted his hands from his side and gently ced it on my cheeks. I stiffened at his touch, I was


    scared he was going to do something worse from what he had just done.


    But he didn’t, instead, he slowly wiped my tears like he never meant to make me cry in the first ce.


    “What are you doing?” Someone yelled form the stairs and I jerked away. I turned to the stairs


    and saw Samantha storming towards us. I could tell she was angry about seeing Jordan so close to me


    but I had more going through my mind and I didn’t want to be there for another drama.


    I walked away before she got to us and didn’t turn back.


    My mom’s name popped up on the screen of my phone for the fifth time that day.


    It had been over a month since Ist spoke to her, neither have I seen her. She lied to me, she hurt me


    and that was it for me.


    After lunch, I went back to my studies just so I could think and think clearly.


    I ignored the call and just sat on my sit and did nothing till my phone beeped. I picked up the phone and


    went through it.


    “Son, believe me or not…. Everything I did was for your own good. Though I went extreme for it but my


    love for you pushed me to do so.


    I and your father would be going on a vacation for a while. You will take care of things ofcourse but we


    have series of events we won’t be able to meet up with it. But that won’t be a problem, you and your


    wife are to represent us in each and everyone of them. I repeat your wife…not your stupid childhood


    crush. My p.a would be sending you the invitations. Mom loves you”


    I immediately picked up my phone and dialled her number after that text. My mom couldn’t do that, she


    knew too well.


    “Now…you call me” she said from her end of the line


    “What’s the meaning of this?” I said coldly.


    “Meaning of what?” she asked back and I balled my hands into a fist.


    “Don’t y dumb with me mom” I growled into the phone.


    “Oh! Shut up son” she retorted.


    “The text is the text, do as you are told. It’s your responsibility, you and your wife are a Chase,


    represent us” she said and hung up.


    “What’s going on?” Samantha’s voice came from the door and my muscles rxed. I took a deep


    breath and turned towards her, while I thought of ways to tell her the news. I knew she didn’t like the


    way she saw me with her enemy earlier and I didn’t want to get her more pissed.


    “Talk to me” she said, walking deeper into my studies.


    “Events would being up soon. Mom and dad were supposed to be there but they would be


    going on a vacation” I looked away.


    “I would have to attend those events and parties with….”


    “No… don’t tell me” she interrupted knowing exactly what I had to say.


    “You can’t do that…you can’t do that to me” she red with rage immediately.


    “I don’t have an option, this is a family thing. I either do it this way or end up having reporters all over


    me” I replied.


    “No… you can’t… you can’t do this to me” she started crying immediately. Her tears made my heart


    bleed in pain. I walked over to her and tried touching her but she moved away.


    “Nothing will happen. It is just going to be us pretending” I tried calming her down.


    “Don’t you dare tell me that” she snapped with more tears flooding her eyes.


    “I was supposed to be the one going on events with you. Not her” she said and the pain and anger I


    have carried for a while returned.


    Samantha was the love for my life. She was the only one I wanted to be with, she was my dream and it


    was taken away from me. The only person I could be with was some one I couldn’t show to the world


    because she wasn’t my legal wife.


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    “Sam…don’t you think I know that” 1 said harshly and she sighed.


    “I’m just scared she would take you away from me” she said and I moved closer to her without saying a


    word.


    “I saw the way you were with her” she added and I pulled her into my arms.


    “She is a liar and a deciever. I am scared she might easily wrap you around her fingers”


    Two days after


    I just finished having my bath for the fifth time that day. And it wasn’t even time for dinner yet. I applied


    lotion, packed my hair into a bun and wore a mini singlet that came with a marching short. It was


    actually a short short because it only covered my butt. I wasn’t nning to leave my room and no one


    excepts the maids came into my room so I was perfectly fine. I smiled at how beautiful I was and how


    my skin glowed.


    I stood at the mirror admiring myself when the door forcefully opened and I turned away from the mirror


    angrily to look at who had the guts to walk into my room that way. Only to be met with Jordan’s hateful


    eyes.


    My bones went cold and I immediately stole a nce at my arm, the ce he had hurt me days back,


    as I looked away from him immediately. They were a faint pink from thest time I had seen him.


    “What are you doing here?” I couldn’t help but ask. Not out of bravery but out of fear, fear of being hurt


    again.


    He said nothing, instead he walked deeper into the room and stopped exactly in front of me. He stared


    at me for a long time and I looked down. And I suddenly became conscious of what I was wearing. I


    cursed inwardly, I was always picking a wrong time to put on certain clothes.


    “Your presence in my life is causing me pain” his cold voice sent more chills down my spine. But at the


    same time, his words got me pissed. I was also human, I was also someone’s child, I had people I


    loved just as he loved


    “You ain’t the only one going through pain. My presence in this house and my life as a chase is a


    painful one too” I retorted and he scoffed and forcefully held my arms again. Exactly at that spot he had


    held me thest time.


    “Jordan….” I cried out and looked up at him. He stared right back at me and for a second his hateful


    eyes softened and so was his grip on my arms.