Chapter 3

So hey, Chapter 3 is finally here! I've been trying, I really have and I'm still not sure if the inspiration for me to do this story is there! So here ya go, I hope you comment and vote, those are two motovations. I love deep thought comments about the characters, they make me smile.

You say it's all in my head

And the things I think just don't make sense

So where you been then? Don't go all coy

Don't turn it 'round on me like it's my fault

See I can see that look in your eyes

The one that shoots me each and every time (every time)

You grace me with your cold shoulder

Artist:Adele Song:Cold Shoulder

Sage's Pov.

I let go of my mom's embrace and picked up my suitcase off the floor.

"Are you ready to go?" Blaze asked me while he looked at me and my mom with an unknown emotion in his eyes.

"Yeah," I voiced and we made our way out of the door. I waved one last time at my Mom who was staring at us.

We walked out the door, and back outside to the limo, neither of us made an effort to talk as we made our way to his house. When we pulled up I looked out of the heavily tented windows to see a huge mansion. There's no way he lives there by himself! I stepped out of the limo and reached to grab my suitcase, but Blaze already had it in his hand.

"Oh that's okay I can get that Blaze." I offered softly. I still didn’t know this guy too well, and I didn’t want him to think I was one of those high-maintenance girls.

"I got it," he grunted and moved past me walking towards the beautiful house. All I could do was watch him, but I guess he noticed that I wasn’t behind him because he came to an abrupt stop. He turned his head and asked me "Are you coming?"

"Uh, yeah" I stuttered and ran to him at the door. He locked it and stepped inside and I followed him, admiring every small detail. I followed him up the grand stair case until we stopped at a door at the end of the hall. It was a white wooden; he cleared his throat and pushed it open.

What I saw shocked me. The room was amazing. It had a closet that I know just had to be a walk in, big balcony windows, a huge bed that was filled with pillows, a TV, a dark metallic blue laptop on a dark cherry wood desk. I don’t know why I expected anything less; this whole house had to be beautiful. I ran into the room and jumped on the bed, into the abundance of pillows.

I looked back over to Blaze whose face twitched up, and I thought he was going to smile, but I was disappointed when he didn’t.

"I hope you like your room, mine is just through these doors." Then he turned around and left, he didn’t even show me around or tell me where anything was, he just left me there.

Well how does he expect me to be his pretend wife if I don’t know anything about him? I unpacked my clothes into the drawers and decided to explore. I’ll look at my room later, so I walked out the door and walked down the hall stopping to look at the various paintings. It was so impersonal because none of them were of Blaze or his family, just old paintings.

Well if I'm going to be living here and our so called 'love' has to be realistic, I'm going to have to give my touch to this house.

I wandered on, finding a room, which seemed to be an office. I walked inside and saw a box that said 'PICTURES' in permanent marker. Being a little curious and bored I went and got on my knees and opened the box. I pulled out a photo album and looked through various pictures of people who I guess was Blaze's family. I saw pictures of the young Blaze he was actually smiling and looked happy. I saw a picture that was more recent and it confused me. Blaze had a friend that wasn’t business oriented?

Blaze was in a Louis Vuitton suit with a silk tie, and his hair slicked back perfectly. He was standing next to a guy with a white t-shirt, and a Ralph Lauren blazer. The man was a pretty boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, accompanied with a beaming smile. I looked back at Blaze who was much more handsome in my opinion, with his electric green eyes, black hair, and model like face; but most would approach the second guy first because Blaze automatically looked like he didn’t want to hear anything you had to say.

I flipped the page and saw a picture of Blaze smiling but it was recent and as if he took the picture himself. It was cute, sexy even and I liked his smiles. I took the picture out of the photo album and tucked it into my pocket.

"What are you doing in here?" Blaze suddenly asked startling me and making me drop the book abruptly. Blaze's eyes followed the sound to the floor. "Why are you going through my things?"

I got up and looked him in the eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn’t think it was too personal. I got bored so I went looking around."

"Looking around I get, but don’t EVER go into my things" he growled and pushed past me, grabbed the book and the box, then he kicked it under his desk. "Stay out of this room," he mumbled.

"Well I'm sorry Blaze I didn’t mean to get into your things. I wandered into this room, I didn’t mean to."

His expression softened for a bit, and then he put his cold exterior up again. "Look, I'm sorry I'm just not use to people being here and" he ran a hand through his hair. "Uhm let's go. I need to know a decent amount about you, if this is to work.”

"Uh okay Blaze... Can you show me the kitchen? Since it’s nearly two in the morning don’t you think we should have some cocoa and head to bed?" Then I thought about what I said and back tracked "I mean to our separate beds, not your bed. I'm not saying I wouldn’t want-I'm just going to shut up because you knew what I meant... Yeah."

He nodded and quickly turned and we headed down stairs through a couple of living rooms, through the dining room, and finally into the kitchen.

I put the water into the tea kettle and let it sit on the stove to get hot. I sat across from Blaze whose eyebrows were scrunched together staring at me. I decided to start this awkward talk.

"Uhm, so how did you know my name in the car? Why did you pick me?" I was generally curious.

"You were the girl who always made my coffee. My friend found out that I needed a wife. I needed one, with a clean record, smart, and who could get the job done. He remembered you out of nowhere, but then again this is Zac we're talking about, he notices every girl. But apparently you make the best coffee in town. Plus your mother said it before we left," He explained.

"Oh!" I mumbled embarrassed and I looked down just as the whistle blew on the teapot. I got up and went over to it and poured it into two cups. I put a couple marshmallows I found in the cabinet in the cups and brought them over to the table. I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time, and they never left until I set the mug in front him. His eyes went straight towards the brown mixture and back up to me.

“Thanks,” he took a sip, making sure not to burn himself and looked back at me “Does every drink you make have to be delicious?”

I smiled at him and shrugged “I guess.” I was somehow happy he thought my drinks were good.

“My turn. What’s your favorite color? When’s your birthday?” He asked taking more sips of the chocolate drink.

“Uhm green and June 7th” I had an embarrassed smile, hoping that he didn’t notice that I told him my favorite color was the same as his eyes. “What’s yours?”

“Blue and May 5th,” he answered in a deep voice looking me in the eyes.

“Blue really? That’s like everyone’s favorite color, that’s like saying pink or red is your favorite color!” He brows furrowed in confusion.

“I happen to love the color. Lots of my Armani suits are dark blue.” He stated proudly. I decided I would tell him the truth.

“Money or expensive clothes don’t impress me. It’s all about the person.”

“Well if you are to fit in around here, that’s the mind set of all the girls.”

“Well maybe I’m just not like all the girls.” I looked at the clock the clock and back to Blaze, “Well we can talk later. I’m tired and I have to go job searching tomorrow.” I jumped off the stool and walked away but Blaze pulled me back.

“You don’t need a job.”

“I do, that’s how I live, and in order to start paying you back I need to be working.”

“Look you’re doing this job for me, and I’m helping you with money. If you have to work you can go in with me to the office after school on Monday.”

“School?”

“Oh yeah, I background checked you and got all your information, you were almost done getting done with college, might as well finish out this year with Zac and I.”

“So you’re paying for my schooling too? Look Blaze I know that pretending to be your fiancé is big because of our family, but I don’t feel right using you like this and taking your money.”

“I can’t take money to the grave with me, there’s no one else in my family but my mother, my father, and my grandma. My mother and father have their own money and my grandma doesn’t want it.”

“I still feel bad,” I grumbled quietly.

“Look if you work for me,” he sighed, “You can pay some of it off. I know you’re a business major.”

“Wait, how did you hear me?” I was confused and his proximity didn’t help. His smell wafted off him into my nose. I know it was expensive cologne. But it was another natural scent, it smell like a caramel apple.

“Does it matter? I—I mean we, have an early morning tomorrow; we need to go to sleep.” He told me walking away. I sighed there he goes with the walking away again.

These days when I see you

You make it look like I'm see-through

Do tell me why you waste our time

When your heart ain't admitting you're not satisfied

You know I know just how you feel

I'm starting to find myself feeling that way too