Song: 'Dive' by Ed Sheeran
You're a mystery
I have traveled the world, there's no other girl like you
No one, what's your history?
Do you have a tendency to lead some people on?
'Cause I heard you do, mm
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ELIJAH'S POV
Getting myself untangled from the pair of arms around my neck, I sat up on the bed, my head about to explode from the hangover. I look out of the window to my right to know it's still very early in the morning, around 4 or 5, probably. Then. I looked at my left to see a girl with whom I slept some hours ago, her face covered with her blond hair, hidden from my eyesight. I didn't bother to see anyways, her naked flesh on display not appealing to me anymore. The night was over and so was my interest.
Getting up from the bed with my head still swooning, I picked up my clothes from the floor and got dressed. After leaving a generous amount of money on the bedside table I left the hotel room.
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I reached my office with a killer headache and an early morning call from dad to let me know that we are meeting my 'future wife' for lunch. My mood is already sour and the day hasn't even started. My employees fear me already but just one look at me and you'll know not to cross me today.
I occupied myself with work to keep my mind off of a supposed 'lunch' but to no avail. Nothing has ever affected my work, in fact, it has always been my way of escape from everything but not today. I can't help but get more irritated than I already was.
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Right now we are sitting in the private dining area of one of our hotels waiting for dad's friend and his daughter to arrive, who are already 7 minutes late. She's not even punctual and dad wants her to be my wife, he knows how much I despise unpunctuality. Not that her being on time would have impressed me.
Even if I'm the least interested person in meeting her, I'm still a little curious to know how she looks. Actually, if I'm being honest I'm curious to know how much my analysis about her is correct and how disappointed dad would be. Some hot supermodel, face caked with too much makeup, wearing sky-high heels and a dress so short which leaves nothing to the imagination, trying to gain all the attention of people around her with her fake breasts ready to pop out and her never-ending legs, trying to lure me with her seductive gestures. A rich spoiled brat who thinks the whole world revolves around her because her dad got money aka an opportunist slut.
Don't get me wrong, this is not my general opinion about girls but someone who is willing to marry a person she's never met is nothing but a gold digger. And I've been around for a long to know these things, I'm talking from experience.
I can't wait to see dad's reactions; I smirked a little at the thought.
"They're here," dad's voice brought me back, I looked up and froze.
This is not what I was expecting.
In fact, she is the total opposite of what I had imagined. This time dad looked at me and smirked proudly as if mocking me.
I kept looking at her dumbfounded as they made their way towards us. Not because I fell in love with her at the first sight or I'm mesmerized by her beauty. Actually, it's quite the opposite.
Around 5'4' tall, clad in a loose dark brown shirt, sleeves pulled up below elbows with black jeans and white converse, wavy brunette hair reaching just a little below her shoulder, face completely devoid from makeup.
She's not ugly but rather ordinary. She seems different from all the other girls I've been with or have seen in our circle and she looks rather young. I might be a little shocked but I don't feel attracted to her, in fact, I don't feel anything towards her or any other girl. And besides, looks can be deceptive, too.
We stood up as they reached the table, dad embraced his friend and you can tell just by looking at how much they are fond of each other. I shook his hand too with no expression at all.
"Rick, this is my daughter Hannah," he said introducing her to dad, I kept noticing her.
"Hello, Mr. Norman," she greeted stepping forward and offered her hand professionally.
But dad hugged her instead with moisture in his eye. She seemed quite taken aback and so did I to see dad like this, it's not normal to see his emotional side.
"You were right, Zach, she's just like Abby" dad held her face lovingly and her expressions suddenly turned into longing ones but she concealed them quickly, 'You are beautiful, just like your mother.
"Thank you, Sir," she said awkwardly as if not used to getting compliments.
"Oh please, drop this formality, sweetheart, call me Uncle Rick.. for now," she looked a little confused, guess this newfound friendship of our fathers is new to her, too. Putting a hand around her shoulder he turned her towards me, "Anyways, meet my son Elijah."
Our eyes met and it felt like it's the first time she noticed me. I can see appreciation in her eyes and I can't blame her. As one of the top 5 most sexy and eligible bachelors of even this year, it's nothing new for me.
It's when I also noticed that she might have an ordinary face but has very beautiful hazel green eyes. We shook hands and all 4 of us sat down.
Dad and his friend got indulged in reminiscing the old times while the girl got busy on her phone smiling continuously, ignoring my presence completely. I wonder who is she talking to, her boyfriend perhaps? Yeah, that must be it otherwise it's not normal for a girl to ignore my presence in given circumstances. Or maybe she's forced into this too, maybe she's not like how I've imagined, maybe I'm in the wrong for the first time. Maybe there's still hope.
I have to talk to her; this is my chance to get out of this mess.
"Son, while we old folks discuss the business why don't you show Hannah our hotel, after all, you both will be working together on our next hotel project. And then we can have lunch."
Before retiring this is dad's last project which I and she will be handling it together. I know he did this on purpose so he can bring us 'close'. I huffed internally.
"Sure" with that I stood up, "shall we?" I said with no emotions whatsoever. She nodded and we left.
I showed her the hotel very briefly, answering whenever she asked something. She looked at everything with great fascination; a curious glint prominent in her eyes. It has 46 floors with my penthouse on the top, there's no way I'm wasting my time in showing her each floor and definitely not the penthouse. So I took her directly to the private pool area which is only restricted for VVIP guests so I can talk to her privately about the nonsense our fathers have brought upon us.
"Your hotel is really beautiful, Mr. Norman," looking around, she complimented as we sat around. There are not many people, just an old couple relaxing around the pool.
"Would you like something to drink, wine or champagne perhaps?"
"Coffee would be fine, thank you," she answered professionally, strange. I gesture to the nearby waiter and we ordered. We stayed quiet until the waiter came back after 5 minutes with our coffees.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked after a long silence.
"Excuse me?" she stopped midway from sipping her coffee and squint her eyes in confusion.
"Why did you agree to this?" she made an 'Oh' face, seems like she understood what I'm talking about but what she said after confirmed my suspicion.
"The same reason as yours, Money."
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I know, I know, a rather late update. Apologies, people.
But they say 'It's better late than never', so here it is now...
So they finally met, huh? But this is not the ideal first meeting, now is it???
Well, there's nothing 'ideal' when it gets down to these two...
Hit me up with your first meets with your significant others.
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Xoxo,
Yours insanely.