𝟕 #3
"We met at a charity event hosted by his father. I was supposed to get engaged to another man. Cillian practically kidnapped me from my engagement party. It made a huge problem but we overcame everything." She told the story like it was a normal way to met your husband.
My eyes widened but nevertheless I smiled at her. They looked to be still very much in love. I never saw that with my parents. It was refreshing.
"Then we soon had Fenix. He was such a moody little kid. I thought he was going to end up like his aunt Daphne. Has he told you about her?"
I shook my head. I know nothing about your son or your family, I wanted to say.
"Then we have a lot to talk about." She winked and Cillian asked Fenix a couple of questions about our upcoming wedding. Bridget seemed to want a big wedding celebration but Fenix presided on a very small one with close family.
I will only have Aspen to invite which I'll also have to tell her that I'm an engaged woman now.
Thankfully the wedding will be small because I don't think I would have survived a big one. I have already discussed with Ian about me getting married.
I still don't know if he is able to grasp what that means. He was just very excited to live with Fenix.
My heart tore apart at the lies pouring out of my mouth. Ian didn't deserve this. But at the same time I wanted to give him a better future than what I had.
If this was the way, then I had to risk it.
The dinner soon finished and I was glad they didn't ask too many personal questions. I guess Fenix warned them on the questions about Ian's mom and my family.
They were very sweet the whole night.
When we were done, we retreated to the living room and soon Fenix left to take a call.
Cillian took Ian to the garden to show him the fountain.
It was only me and Bridget now.
"Have you chosen a dress?" She asked while taking a sip of the tea.
"Oh... no. I still haven't." I answered truthfully.
"I would love to help you pick it out. I'm a fashion designer. When I was younger I use to model as well. My parents weren't really happy with my career choice but I loved it. Still do." There was no doubt she still looked like a model.
"I'm glad you have a fashion sense. Many people are afraid of little colour." Her comment made me blush and I thanked her with a smile. I have never gotten a compliment on my style.
People always gave me weird looks.
We talked for a few more minutes and it was time for us to leave because Ian was going to school tomorrow and he had to go to bed soon.
"I'll go and look for Fenix." I stood up and Bridget lead me to the balcony where Fenix was.
I opened the glass door and stepped outside. The weather was warm yet chilly at the same time.
Closing the door behind me, I walked over to him. One of his hands was resting on the railing while with the other one he was holding the phone to his ear.
As soon as he heard me approach, he said goodbye to whoever was on the other line and turned to me.
His suit jacket was off and he was left in a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
There was a certain beauty about him. It was not a regular one. He was not what I use to find attractive. The lines on his face were rough and so was his muscular body.
Raw masculinity was radiating off of him yet he was a very pleasant person to have around.
"I just wanted to ask you when are we going to leave." I circled my hands around me and closed the distance between us.
"We can go if you want." He said and leaned on the railing while folding his hands in front of him, making the muscles on his arms bulge.
My throat went dry and I averted my eyes, not wanting to stare at him.
My eyes caught a sight of Bridget and Margaret by one of the windows, looking our way. They were both smiling and exchanging words.
Well this was awkward.
"Your mom and Margaret are spying on us." I said and nervously chuckled. The lump in my throat forcing me to cough a little.
"I expected nothing less." Fenix said and smirked. He took a step towards me and my body stilled.
"Relax, Elsie." He whispered and unfolded his hands, bringing one to my hair and tucking a strand behind my ear.
"Pretend that they are not there." He leaned down and said those words close to my ear. Oh...so we were supposed to act.
This is what I had to prepare for but I was not doing a good job.
I closed my eyes and the intoxicating cologne he had on, made its way to my lungs. He smelled divine like always.
"We should go." His voice reached my ears again and this time his lips went to my forehead and he pressed a light kiss on my burning skin.
My heart skipped a beat and I had to remind myself that we were acting. My eyes were still closed as his lips lingered on my forehead for a few more seconds.
"Let's go." He intertwined our fingers slowly and I lost the ability to talk, so I nodded twice.
I heard him chuckle lightly and felt the blush deepen. I hurried next to him and we got inside.
What was I doing?
Get yourself together Elsie. This is just a show for his family and nothing else.