Not Love At First Sight
Ours couldn’t be called love at first sight. The reason being, we never got to see each other, before we were exchanging vows, ridiculously expensive platinum rings and lives, in a church filled with people, half of whom didn’t know my name. I wasn’t just Rylee Diana Barring, daughter of Richard Barring owner of Barring Tech, anymore. I was Rylee Daniel Scott, wife of the town’s most eligible bachelor, Daniel Adam Scott who was the heir to Scott Enterprises, a business empire worth billions.
Our lives had never been ours to lead. They represented two clans, two companies, not two individuals. This wasn’t just a marriage. It was a business deal to “Strengthen the partnership”, as we had been told. Born in a society where wealth mattered more than people, he had learnt to accept his fate. I, on the other hand, never ceased to rebel, barely scratching the surface of the sky, I called freedom. Hence, to say that my father was shocked, when Mrs. Elena Marie Scott, my mother-in-law, had asked for my hand in marriage, for her youngest son, would be an understatement. He had agreed, without bothering to ask for my opinion in the matter. As it turns out, same was the case with husband dearest.
The first time I properly looked at him, after the traditional kiss and the wedding, was when we were in his over-prized humongous black shiny limousine, on the way to his penthouse-or dare I say, my new home. He was tall, 6’4’’, towering over my 5’7’’ with his very muscular physique. His skin was slightly tanned. His personality depicted his aristocratic upbringing. He had dark hair, covering his forehead, and eyes like, deep onyx pools, which had me drowning the moment I stared into them. Wait. What?
He smirked, having caught me staring-checking him out. I flushed a bright shade of red, contrasting with my pale white dress. “I apologize”, I managed to squeak out, under his unwavering gaze, “I didn’t realize that I had been staring at you.” “It’s alright. I tend to have that effect on people.” His husky voice resounded. Embarrassment changing to anger and I huffed. Arrogant jerk. His smirk doubled. Definitely not love at first sight.
We didn’t consummate our marriage the same night, though we did sleep in the same bed. While I was mad at his cockiness, the lightness of my night gown compared to my heavy wedding dress, combined with the inviting warmth of his bed, after a very long day, made me forget whatever resentment I had against him.
