Hey... why was she angry? Wasn't everything I was doing and we were going through already by what was written in the agreement? She had already signed it, which meant she agreed with whatever was in it.
It was only natural that I wanted us to be closer because there was no way we would look like a married couple if we stayed away from each other. Where did she go wrong to get so angry? I have a right to make my own choices and decisions about this. What did she expect if she said I had done everything for my own sake?
Perhaps...
I hurriedly got up and chased after the stubborn girl, stopping in front of her to block her departure. It wasn't hard to do that because of her petite body, which I could easily carry even with one hand. Just look at her—even wearing high heels made her stagger. How could she be compared to my Hellen, who was elegant and even knew how to look?
"What do you want?" the girl asked curtly, rubbing her cheeks. She was crying? Look at her. Her mascara was smeared everywhere, leaving a trail that made it easy for me to guess that she was crying. Why did she have to cry? Didn't she know from the start that this would be the case if she called me out for using her?
"Prevent whatever you've designed in your head right now. I told you you can't turn back once you sign that contract. No matter what happens."
She was silent. Not a word was spoken to refute me. Even though we had only been together for a few days, and it wasn't an intense togetherness, I knew quite a bit about this girl's character. One of them was rebellious.
"Since you've agreed, from your heart, there can be no regrets or rebellion over whatever decision I make."
"Don't forget that I signed everything because of your threats, Doc. You're sneaky for taking advantage of my weakness. I don't know where you got that information, but let me be clear: I don't want Blake. I gave him up so long as no one interfered with my friendship with Jenna. So, to hell with the contract, if it was in my hands right now, I would have destroyed it! You can't threaten me anymore!"
"Calm down, Clara. I'm certainly not a fool who's content with outdated memories." I took the cell phone from my pocket and showed it to her. "What if I show you this? You'll want to say, "Another threat? You bastard, John!" but hold that thought. However, you should thank me for not underestimating you. I know how cunning you are when planning all the slander to frame Blake. I certainly don't want that to happen to me."
The girl was silent again. This time, her face looked pained, and it seemed as if any ideas that had popped into her head about leaving had disappeared somewhere by now.
Clara looked breathless, no doubt, because she didn't know how to express her anger. In the next second, she squatted down, picked up something from the ground, and then, unexpectedly, started throwing it at me. Crazy girl! What was she thinking? She screamed at the top of her lungs, and luckily, we were in my own area, which was quite secluded and unlikely to attract the attention of many people.
I couldn't stand it. This girl was getting increasingly annoying, so I grabbed her little body with one hand and carried her inside. Locking her up in her room seemed like a good choice. She needed to know how to 'do business' and be polite to people trying to help.
I dropped Clara in front of her room and pushed her inside, but she still rebelled.
"Let go of me, you rotten bastard! Let me go! If you've finally got your slut, our business is over, right? Let go!" She punched me hard in the chest; it wasn't pain but annoyance that I felt now.
What was I thinking when I decided to cooperate with such an annoying girl? A girl who couldn't behave gracefully and professionally. Her mouth had nagged since earlier, and I had no idea what she was saying.
That's enough! I couldn't bear to listen to her ramblings that wouldn't stop even though a reasonably loud yell had already come out of my mouth. I guessed something else had to be done, and I was right. One kiss made her fall silent and froze in my arms.
***
"Are you ready?" asked a voice that managed to wake me up from my scattered thoughts. I shook my head to get rid of everything that kept buzzing in my head and ears. Everything related to that stubborn girl.
Last night was supposed to be when we would understand each other, get to know each other, and get closer. Not for the sake of our marriage, of course, but to impress everyone that this wasn't an act. Hellen had already expressed her disbelief at my current status. She said I must just want to play around or get back at her.
That was true. However, the more precise she was, the more she didn't know. Hence, the more jealous Hellen became, the more she feared losing me. That was the plan, so I decided to be nice to Clara, which backfired.
That kiss was still with me, and I couldn't forget it. Especially when I looked at the girl from such a close distance...
"John? You're not listening to me! I've been talking to you since before. What are you thinking about? Don't tell me you want to cancel our plans." Hellen clung to my arm, but not in a spoiled fashion, but remained dominant. I didn't know if that was what I liked about her, but sometimes I just wanted her to bend the knee and say what I said.
So far, no. It was always me who went crazy. I was the one who craved Hellen, and this vacation, I thought, was just a formality to make me believe that she was jealous of my marriage to Clara.
Hey... what was wrong with you, John? Why did you think so poorly of Hellen?
"I'm sorry. I guess I've just been too tired from all the patients the last few days." Hellen didn't respond immediately but instead moved her body away from me and looked at me intently. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"John, it's not because I don't work in the same field as you that you think you can cheat me. You're not a general practitioner; you're a hematologist. How many people in Eastonville suffer from rare blood disorders to keep you busy?"
She was right. Hellen was too bright for my liking, but sometimes, the manifestation of her intelligence seemed to strip me bare. As if I was no better than her.
However, as a man, there were times when that attitude hurt my ego. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I was in a bad mood. Although I shouldn't take it out on Hellen without understanding, those thoughts just popped up anyway.
"By the way, what about your wife? Can she satisfy you like me?" asked Hellen, who, for now, I hoped never to hear. "My guess must be right. You don't fucked her, and all this is just to hurt me. Isn't that right?"
"Hellen, please... do you think I can't marry another woman because I love you so much? And as for fucking her, I haven't done it yet, yes. But that doesn't mean I won't. I told you I've been busy the past few days. However, we could finally enjoy dinner together last night even though..." I stopped the sentence, considering which part I wanted to tell her. "Although she was a bit cranky in the end, one kiss made her no longer upset, and we spent the night together."
That was right. That was the whole story. However, instead of making love, we continued with dinner as planned, drinking and talking about random things that made me know a bit more about her. Although annoying, she was hilarious when drunk because she would talk about everything. Then, when we got to the room, we could have made love if she hadn't stopped me.
"Don't do what you don't want to do, John. After becoming your wife, I realize I am yours, even though it may only exist in my imagination or for your satisfaction. However, I don't want you to scream another woman's name during your climax. Therefore, let's call it a night and thank you for dinner and the little fuss."
Was it normal for me to keep thinking about this girl just because of a brief event that lasted less than one night?