I Bought A Wife

Two

Val stood next to her, he wasn't sure if that was appropriate. No one would call that a wedding kiss in this new era, no one except for a polite kiss, the type of kiss he would give to his mother. He stared down his wife, she was sophisticated and unpretentious. She wasn't just gorgeous in person, Darcy was more than description. She was subtle and vibrant like the woman dedicated by Bruno Mars' songs. She was unlikely her type, she's brunette and her name was commonly a guy's romance novel name.

He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he gave her, that was supposed to be their first kiss as a married couple. He admitted that he was even tempted to kiss her on her supple lips, but the look on her face says that she wasn't ready, maybe this would take time and he would wait for her until she would finally accept the fact that she married a guy someone like him.

"I'm ready to leave whenever you are, Val" her voice was soft but confident. He was going to take her home, and time to start living as a couple.

He suddenly felt nervous? She was plainly a stranger to her, and now she would come join him in his Mansion. Why hadn't he met her first? But that would take time, and the gathering was fast approaching, he barely has time to decide. Given the satisfied feedbacks of past clients of Margaux Walsh, he trusted her ability to find the right match for him, and he believed Darcy Shannon was the perfect woman to be his wife.

This marriage was supposed to be about companionship and convenience, not a love induced compatibility between two insanely attracted people.

"Do you have all your belongings in the car?" he asked her and winced. He sounded like a complete authoritarian; she was supposed to be his wife not one of his servants.

"Yes, Val" she nodded demurely.

"Have you said your goodbyes to everyone?"

"Yes, Val. I'm ready."

The conversation was almost difficult for Val. This is why he'd rather have his general teeth cleaning that take a woman out for dinner. They are now married, and perfectly matched so he should be able to handle small talks with her.

They took their seats inside the limousine and until they were settled before he began to speak again. She sat demurely and crossed her legs like a lady, almost royalty to be exact. To ease the discomfort with each other, Val hesitantly began, "I hope you don't mind, I've invited my parents over tonight's dinner to meet you."

"I would be very pleased to meet your parents, Val," she smiled at him and tried to hide her cheeks from trembling. "You could've invited them to witness the wedding."

He shrugged as he looked away and stared out from the window's view, "They didn't like this idea, especially my mom. She would have preferred I marry someone I was in love with."

There was a slight pinch she felt from her chest, "I'm sorry." She wanted to reach for his hand and pat it reassuringly but she hesitated and pinned them back to her knees. "You have to live your life according to how you wanted, not your mom."

Val took a brief look at her. Everything about her was polite. Her words, her mannerisms, she was the essence of class and style and it was hard to believed she'd come from an oppressed, lowly neighborhood in England. She was visibly strong and compassionate and he admired her vow to care for her little sister given that they're already orphans and was living independently together in a small cottage left to them by their parents.

He relaxed. He was certain that this marriage would work, allowing him to focus on his guilt-free work while his wife handled all her spouse duties and does not seek any of his attention.