AFRAID TO LOVE

“This can’t be happening!”
cried Purity. She stared into
space with disbelief and
shock written all over her
face.
“No, no,” she mumbled,
looking around her office.
This man had carried out his
threat. Who could have
thought he would actually
do it? Aaron Theodore was
full of surprises and
behaved like the Devil
himself. She was a grown
woman, old enough to
make her decisions and do
whatever she pleases. Now,
this man – her papa, had
chosen a husband for her.
How could he?
Aaron Theodore had indeed
surprised her. This man
promised not to meddle in
her private life anymore.
Right from when she was a
child to being an adult, she
had never lived a life of her
own- all she had done was
to please her papa, doing
things the way he wanted.
Now, she grew up. She’s no
more the baby of the home,
she can make her decisions
and do whatever please her.
D--n this man! She wasn’t
living for him. And he
couldn’t dictate whom she’d
marry, she’d show him.
The door opened, a young
woman of about twenty-six
popped her head in, then
walked in. She was dressed
in a grey suit. The skirt was
mini- above her kneels
which revealed straight
beautiful legs, they were
longer than their actual
length ’cause she wore a
four inches stilleto. Her hair
was tied in a ponytail. Her
lips shone, painted with a
colourless lip gloss. Her
lashes were tick. She smiled
brightly and looked Purity in
the eye. Her eyes were
stunning.
“Heather!” Purity snapped
as she caught sight of her
secretary. “You can’t knock
or you forgot your
manners?” she was now
sounding like a b---h.
“I…I did …knock.” Heather
stammered. “There…was…
no…no response.”
“Are you saying I’m deaf?”
Purity glared at her.
“No! I came to give you the
files you’ve been asking for.”
she was embarrassed.
“I’m in no mood for such!
Get that file and your
walking stick body out of
my office!” Purity ordered.
In a flash, Heather was out
of her office. She ran out
with tears welled up in her
eyes.
Purity, what the hell is
wrong with you! You just
made your secretary cry.
You’re a witch. A voice in
her head scolded her.
She didn’t care. Her father
got her into this. She’d beat
him to his game.
She stared at her cherry
desk, her fingers wandered
on it. She took a pen from
the pen holder and
scribbled something on a
notepad. Grabbing hold of
the telephone on her desk,
she called her secretary.
“Heather,” she called out
when the call was
answered. “I’m sorry. Please
cancel all my appointments
today. I’ve got something to
do.” she hung up.
Purity felt guilty talking to
Heather that way. She must
have knocked but Purity
failed to hear it ’cause she
was too busy with her
thoughts. It wasn’t the poor
girl’s fault. It was hers.
Purity groaned, carried her
purse and left the office
room. She did not look at
anyone’s face, she just
walked out of Theodore’s
enterprises- the third richest
business company in the
world. She was the CEO, no
one would dare question
her.
Her usual smile wasn’t there,
a frown replaced it. She
didn’t bother about it, didn’t
care. All that was on her
mind now was to face
Aaron Theodore and let him
know she was no more a
child, but a full grown
woman who decides what
to do with her life. No one
was going to mess with her
life. No on, not even her
parents.
She slid into the driver’s seat
of her silver volvo XC60
wheels, flung her purse in
the front passenger’s seat.
She put the key in the
ignition hole and started
car. Slowly, she joined the
highway.
*
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*
“You must be joking father,”
Jeremy laughed and shook
his head.
His father- Edwin Broderick
gave him a grave look. “I’m
being serious here. Purity
Theodore is to be your wife.
You will see her tomorrow,
court her and marry her.”
“Father! Why should I marry
her?” Jeremy threw at his
father, sarcastically.
“She’s my choice. Besides,
her father and me are close
pals. They once lived in our
neighbourhood,
remember?” he raised a
brow.
Jeremy scratched his head,
trying to remember. Then it
came! The little girl who
lived in his neighborhood
when he was a kid. He’d
liked her a certain time and
tried to be nice to her, be
friends with her but she
was very rude to him. She
felt she was a princess, she
was the last and only
daughter of the Theodore’s.
Dam! He was rich too and
more powerful then she. He
began despising her since
then, she must be a
beautiful woman now. He
had forgotten all about her,
till this moment.
“Purity? No father, I can’t
marry her. Dammit! I can’t
even have her as my friend
or dare, you’d now expect
me to have her as my wife?
Holy s--t! NO!”
Edwin Broderick laughed at
his son’s outburst. “I know
she used to tease you back
then. I assure you, she has
changed. You’d get to like
her.”
“Father, I can’t.” Jeremy
pleaded.
“Its final. You two should be
married for a year