A test?

"Who is Aaron?" Samuel asked while driving the car to drop me off.

Don't think that he came willingly.

He agreed after his father and Amelia convinced him to not let him go home alone this late at night.

They could have called a driver.

But as I said, it was very late.

"A friend?" I said while looking at the trees that we were passing.

"A friend?" He repeated looking at me.

I can sense his gaze on me but I don't turn around.

I was busy thinking what will Andrew's next move.

I will be lying if I said that I am not afraid.

I am afraid because he was a well-known leader in the mafia.

So there is a reason to be afraid.

"Hmm" I hummed not in the mood to talk to me.

"Can you answer me properly?" He asked irritated, speeding the car.

"Sort of," I said while absently playing with my hair locks.

The car suddenly came to halt causing me to jerk forwards.

"What the hell?" I shouted looking at him.

He sat there smirking at me.

"If you can't answer my question properly, Then you probably have to walk" He smiled tauntingly before leaning back making himself comfortable in his seat.

I sighed looking at him, not having any energy to argue with him today.

"Okay!" I said before picking my bag up.

His smile vanished at that.

His eyes become dangerously darker giving his brown eyes a scary look.

His face reflected the anger he was facing inside.

I was about to open the car door, but I was suddenly yanked back by my other hand.

When I was about to complain about his rough behavior, he forcefully turned my chin by gripping it in a tight grip.

He made me look into his eyes which were burning with the ego that I just ignored him.

"I don't like your attitude, Calla!" He said in a low rumble.

I can feel his breath on my lips.

He was blinded by rage to realize how inappropriate this position is for us.

"Or are you scared because of that Andrew?" He asked stroking my hair lightly with his other free hand.

When I heard his mocking words and saw that slight smirk on his face, I yanked his hand on my chin away.

I moved back from him with a frown deep on my features.

"How dare ........" He was about shout but she showed him a hand with such a force that his mouth automatically closed without his permission.

"You don't want me anywhere near you. So, I am just following it. You have a problem when I speak and you are even more annoyed if I am silent. What do you want me to do? Huh?" I asked him in a pure rage because he doesn't even seem to understand I am tired to spend any energy conversing with anyone.

His face hardened at that, his forehead puckered, a nerve ticking and his lips set in a thin line.

He just nodded which I almost missed considering how he nodded only for a second lightly.

He went back to driving the car but this time a pure uncomfortable silence surrounded us making it difficult to breathe.

I felt suffocated in here.

Thankfully, soon my home came to save me from this painfully, awkward situation.

"Thank you!" I whispered softly not meeting his eyes.

I was about to get down but something was unsettled in my heart.

If I don't clear this with him, I won't be able to sleep tonight that too my wedding night.

I can't deal with that.

I quickly turned to him like a lightning making his eyes round.

I was surprised to find him already looking at me.

"Mm..... come for a coffee?" I asked, offering him peace.

His pupils dilated at that, not expecting it from me, his forehead creased in thinking what he should do.

I was eagerly waiting for a positive answer.

"No! It's already late." He said blankly.

I glared at him before calming myself down.

"Please?" I further insisted with pleading eyes.

When he heard me plead, his jaw fell open lightly before he decided to calm down.

He finally nodded with a cold face. But I can read his eyes which flickered with excitement and amusement.

We get off from the car before walking to my house.

I walked further making him follow my trail.

I opened the door with my key before entering the home.

I switched the lights before welcoming him to my place for the first time.

"Welcome to my home. Enjoy your first visit!" I welcomed him bowing to him, stretching my both hands towards the home as a gesture for him to go inside.

Suddenly, an angelic laugh filled my house and my ears.

I peeked at him from below my eyelashes.

"What are you doing?" He asked, placing his hand on my head lightly.

My insides tingle at that.

"Welcoming you?" I said while looking at him confused, tilting my head which causes his hand to move too.

His face softened at that.

He shook his head before walking inside passing by me.

I smiled before standing straight.

I ran to catch him.

When I reached him, I talked with him while walking beside him.

"What! It's your first visit. I have to welcome you!" I said complaining about his mocking reaction to me earlier.

He halted at my words before turning towards me.

"Don't you give anything to drink for your guests?" He asked holding his hands in front of his chest before raising an eyebrow in question.

I bite my lips for forgetting it.

"Wait for a minute here!......No! Wait there! I will be back with a coffee in a minute!" I said pointing to the sofa in the living room before hastily running to the kitchen.

His laugh was the last thing I heard before I entered the kitchen.

I was making coffee when I felt a gaze on me.

I turned towards the door to find him leaning on the threshold.

"Don't I tell you to wait there?" I said placing my hand on the hip, eyes narrowed in fake anger, pointing towards the living room with a spoon.

He rolled his eyes at me.

I fumed when I saw that.

I threw the steel spoon in my hand toward him.

He moved quickly to defend him but the spoon hit him in his triceps muscles.

He hissed hard.

"You deserve it!" I said eyeing him casually before turning to the coffee.

Suddenly I am engulfed in a warm back hug.

No! He was not giving me any hug.

He was tickling my stomach while hugging me from behind.

I laughed not about to control the tickling.

"Stop...! Stop!" I demanded him, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Do I deserve it? Huh! Do I deserve it? " He asked while tickling me continuously.

"Samuel, Coffee!" I warned him. I just switched off the stove without even seeing it.

"Do deserve it?" He asked me.

"Yes!" I said shaking my head vigorously.

He took a dramatic inhale of air as if he was surprised before lifting me from the floor still from behind.

I shouted in shock.

"You pig! Put me down!" I scratched his arms which were secured around my waist.

He walked with me in his grip to a nearby counter before placing me above it.

I made myself comfortable while he placed his hands on either side of me before leaning forward making me look at him.

He was so close that I forgot to breathe.

He was looking deeply into my eyes.

"breathe, Calla! I am not going to kiss you!" He said while looking at my lips briefly.

My eyes narrowed at his audacity.

I hit him on his chest, pushing him back with my hands and legs.

"I am breathing, you idiot! And I don't want to kiss you!" I said hitting him continuously.

But that rock barely moved.

Suddenly, he took both my hands in his tight grip while his thighs imprisoned my hitting legs.

My eyes widened at this bold move,

It is.....It is... very intimate.

"I am sorry!" I said while looking at my hands which were secured in his one hand.

His other hand snaked between us to lift my chin very gently like a feather.

"For what?" He asked me with a soft expression that I almost melt into a puddle.

I gulped heavily before speaking.

His line of vision followed my gulping before he gulped like me.

"For shouting at you in the car. I am sorry. I was just.......tired." I said sighing not able to meet my eyes.

He jerked my chin to meet his eyes which is filled with softness and gentleness. He smiled softly which eased me quickly. Until his eyes were suddenly replaced by a mischievous twinkle. His lips in a smirk.

"Do you really don't want my kiss?" He asked me raising an eyebrow, daring me to disagree with him.

I shook my face a no not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making me agree.

"Words!" He warned me, stroking my chin lightly.

"No!" I said curtly with a blank expression whereas inside I just want to kiss him until we are breathless.

Suddenly he brought my arms which were in his other hand above my head, leaning forward till his thighs reach the surface of the counter while brushing my legs in the process.

My body shivers at the feeling.

He was now so near to me, my body vulnerable to him by all means.

"Now?' He asked while lightly touching my nose with his own.

I found it difficult to even breathe at this point.

"N....o..No...!" I stuttered not finding any words at the moment.

"Oh! I see." He said before leaning forward even closer.

This time, his breath was fanning my lips.

It's only an inch between our lips.

If he moved a bit closer, that's it.

The forbidden will happen which we neither can change nor even care about at this point.

"Now?" He almost breathed that word which made my knees so weak that I am grateful that I sitting on the counter.

"Samuel, What are you doing?" I said carefully moving my lips slowly with utter carefulness.

"Don't you want me to kiss you senseless, Calla?" He asked breathing heavily.

I shook my head not trusting my words.

He moved the hand below my chin, slowly stroking my cheeks before speaking.

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart. You love me. So, there is no way you can deny my kiss or touch." He said smirking arrogantly.

That hits the right spot for me.

So, he was thinking that I am desperate for his touch.

No wonder, he was behaving nicely with me.

He was trying to prove his point.

And I am not going to allow him to succeed.

A rebel rose in my eyes which was clearly seen by him.

His eyes widened at that.

"I don't love you! So if you have finished your non-sense, please leave!" I said glaring at him, completely done with his shit.

He suddenly left my body both my hands and my cheek.

He rubbed his hand hard on his face as if he is in frustrated.

Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my waist and yanked me to him.

I flinched at his primal act.

"What are you...." I was cut off by his shouting at me.

" Why are you lying, Calla! YOU. LOVE. ME! Don't you? Just accept it. It won't hurt you." He said harshly, gripping my waist tight.

"No! I don't!" I said calmly in with a blank face but it took everything in me to say that.

"Oh! Is it? Then why did you agree to marry me even when you know that you may die because of it? Why did you agree to marry me even if it is fake? Why do want to protect me and Amelia?" You could simply deny my father when he came to you if you have moved on from me. You never moved on from me, Calla! Never! It's the truth. Even if you disagree, you can't change the truth. Because it's a truth for a reason." He shouted, yelling at me angrily, accusing me.

But it was the truth. All true. Completely truth.

But I can't help it.

I can't tell him. It will complicate everything. It's better this way.

I sighed heavily. Hearing me, he waited for my response.

"Do you want to know why I agreed to the contract?" I asked looking at him with emotionless eyes.

He simply nodded eagerly.

"Fine! Listen for all I care. I am marrying you for your property." I said folding my hands in front of my chest.

"No! It can be true." He said immediately denying it.

What an irony! The one who accused me as a gold digger, now won't accept me as one.

Time really flies fast.........

And karma...........is there.......

"If you want to confirm, ask your dad. He will tell you. Not a simple property. His half net worth. Do you how much it is worth? It will take me so much time to earn that amount. If I can get it, just simply being your fake wife, then I don't find a problem. It's worth it, after all!" I said shrugging my shoulders while hopping down from the counter.

He was standing still surprised by this piece of information.

"No! You are lying! You can't be! You can't do that! You won't do that!" He was blabbering shaking his head madly.

I felt bad for him, but this is necessary to draw a line between him and me.

"Go, Little boy, ask your papa! He will explain you!" I mocked him laughing.

Rage crossed him.

When He was about to cross me, I stopped him with my words.

"But don't worry, I will be worth your money. I, Calla Mason, promise you that I will solve all your problems even if I have to die. So, don't worry. Good night!" I said while walking away.

He left without a word or a glance.

I am not worried about him.

He cannot stop marrying me.

Because his father will deal with him.

He will be fine.

But I am worried more about tomorrow.

What will happen tomorrow?

Will the wedding move smoothly?

What will Andrew do?