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Her reply came surprisingly fast, and his heart throbs warmly when at the end she added a playful 'Love You'. They’ve been best friends since childhood so they’re use to that kind of joke. Unless, it’s not longer a joke now at some point. He quickly replied 'I love you so much, you have no idea<3'.

He put his phone into his pocket and stand up. “Yeah, let’s.” He helped her bringing her bag towards his gold Ferrari 458 convertible. He opened the passenger door, signalling her to come in before finally throwing himself on the driver’s seat. He sighed heavily to himself before starting the machine.

She put her bag in the car, then sat down. After she buckled her seatbelt, she crossed her arms and looked out the window, not saying a word to Sidney. 'I doubt I can, but maybe I could get him to love me in the next few days. Wait! Why do I even care?' Azalea shook her head a few times to get the idea out of her head.

While he’s driving, he felt an awkward silence between them, so he decided to start a conversation. “Forgive me for not remembering, but…how did it happen?” He asked. He also curious of how he came to marry her in the first place. The last thing he remembered was drinking at a friend’s party.

Taking a deep breath she began. “I think you should know that we’ve met at other parties before, but you’ve been too drunk to remember me. At your friends party, you pulled me into another room and proposed. I asked you if you were sure you wanted to propose to me and you said you were. I really do like you, like a lot, so I said yes. We got married. I should’ve suspected this would’ve happened. I really am an idiot,” she mumbled the last part to herself.

"I was actually never been that drunk, you know, at those parties before. I have a rather high alcohol tolerance. Maybe I just never noticed you because—" He paused, thinking that maybe he shouldn’t keep going. Of course he never did while he’d always surrounded himself with all those glitz and glams, like the girls he picked to share an affair with. But he was stirred by the fact that she’d developed some feelings for him before. "You…liked me? But you’ve never talked to me before.."

"I guess it’s good you weren’t drunk, but still…" she trailed off. "Yes, don’t ask me how because I don’t know myself, but they’re there."

"This could have been different if you talked to me before.." He sighed. At least he wouldn’t feel as if he’s marrying a stranger.

After what it seemed to be a very long way they finally arrived on the penthouse building where he lives. Getting out of the elevator and entering his home, he brought her to the living room. “So, that is the guest room, you can stay there. It’s also goes with a bathroom. This way is the kitchen, but I rarely use it because I don’t cook. There are some other rooms I guess you can explore yourself later. But, don’t come into the master bedroom without my permission.” He said firmly. It’s not that he hates her, he’s just strict about his privacy. No one has come into his bedroom. Not even his previous affairs.

Azalea hadn’t said anything to his comment and they rode the rest of the way in silence. Looking at the pent house, she was overwhelmed. “I’ll try not to, but I can’t promise I won’t stumble in there on accident. But, I won’t enter it on purpose without your permission,” she said. She knew she could easily get confused in this place.

"It’s easy. The red door with a golden handle. And you would also need some clothes and other stuffs, so." He handed her a credit card. "Just use this. Buy whatever you want."

He threw himself onto the couch and watch whatever it is that’s on TV. He wasn’t in the mood to do anything. He wished he could just rewind the previous night.

Azalea nodded her head. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said as she walked over to the guest bedroom. She opened the door and put her things down. Walking back into the room, she sat down at the opposite end of the couch from Sidney. She leaned against the arm rest and brought her legs onto the couch. She was sitting so her legs were curled right next to her.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. She didn’t actually look that bad. Like, she would make a fine woman, she only needs some touch of professional stylist and a set of designer clothes, and then bam! Maybe he should just try to make this works? But then he remembered his best friend. The elegant lady who’s been with him since childhood and knows of his ‘habits’, but never lectured him about it. The only woman who knows and understands him from inside, beside his mother. He bit his lip. Why did this have to happen to him?

Azalea felt Sidney looking at her, but decided to ignore him. She wasn’t in the mood for dealing with anything right now. Except maybe her hair. She had left it down after the shower, but now it was annoying her, so she quickly pulled it up into a ponytail.

Sidney was drowning too deep in his thoughts, and his head was giving up on him due to dealing with too much overwhelming things today. So he fell asleep right there on the couch, a part of him wished that he would wake up finding out that this was all a dream.

Azalea smiled at him as she got up and found a blanket. She put out over him and turned the TV off, then she left the room.

She was hungry, so she went into the kitchen to see if he had anything to eat; sadly he didn’t. ‘He really needs to learn how to cook. He can’t rely on others and take-out his entire life,’ she thought walking to the guest room. She dug through her things and found her iPod. She put it on shuffle and flopped onto the bed.