Chapter 3 Affair behind a Fake Marriage

Chapter Three -

Once again, Abigail's nose is filled with the scent of champagne and cheered shouts in her ears. But this time it was at her father's lobby within his owned tower for business, and she was in a red dress instead of a casual t-shirt and jeans.

Will this ever end...?

But unlike her first celebration, this time she was a blushing mess from where she was being pressed into Benjamin's side, his strong arm wrapped around her shoulder. She forced a bright smile the same way he did, keeping up a good act. She had to admit, for a businessman, he's a pretty good actor. And his teeth were admirable white as snow. Not to mention the scent of spice in his cologne made her desire to be next to him even stronger.

"I am still surprised, and a little hurt that you never told me this for the past two years..." Her father's smile seems forced. His feelings were abused and it made Abigail feel awful. She forced a smile too but it glowed with happiness. Fake happiness anyways.

"I'm sorry, Dad. It's just that you've been so busy that I didn't want to distract you with something like who I'm romantically involved with unless it does matter. And," she snuggles into Benjamin's side. "My last name turning from Smith to Anderson is a pretty big deal, I would think." Benjamin's body seems to stiffen and warm all of a sudden. Abigail was about to ask him if he's alright but the sound of her father sniffling distracted her. "Oh, Daddy..."

James wiped one of his eyes with a finger. "My little pumpkin-poo is all grown up."

"It'll be ok, Dad. It'll only be-" Abigail gives a startled gasp as she yanked harder into Benjamen's side while he gives an awkward laugh.

"If you would excuse us, I think my fiance needs a drink," he says while leading Abigail to the table that served a variety of drinks, but to her, it felt like he was dragging her. "I don't know what the hell you were planning to say back there but you better choose your words carefully or else." there was a harsh admonish in his tone.

"I was just going to tell him that he'll get used to it!" Abigail whisper-shouted at her fake fiance. He curses something under his breath as the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders now slid down until his hand was on her lower back, threatening to touch an off-limits area. Her dress's thin cloth allowed her to feel just how gently he slid his fingertips down the light indention in her back where her spine is, if it wasn't for the settings and circumstances, she would've taken him to the next room and asked for more. But, instead, Abigail blushed madly as she whisper-shouted again. "W- what do you think you're doing?!"

"Couples are intimate. Common logic," he mutters with his usual annoyance as if dealing with a spoiled child while somehow managing to keep a smile on his face as he poured her something out of a red bottle, the man not paying attention and neither was she. Abigail was about to give him a sharp retort but before she could utter a word, a voice calls over to them.

"Everything alright, lovebirds?"

Abigail looks toward her father's friend with a sincere tone. "Yes, there's just quite a variety of..." When she looks at Benjamen again, she feels a spark of rage when she sees him texting away on his phone. "Ugh!" she mutters and pulls out of his grip. "I can't believe you!"

Benjamin glances at his fake wife-to-be and then at the rest of the guests who were busy chitchatting amongst themselves. "I have an important call to take. If anybody asks, I'm in the bathroom," he says before abruptly leaving. Her jaw drops as she watches him shamelessly leave her.

The audacity of this asshole!

She grumbles a curse under her breath while finally paying attention to the drink Benjamin has just poured her and took a drink right as another guest walked in. Abigail looked a bit surprised, it's been a while since she's seen her.

"I'm sorry I'm late." the beautiful woman has an apologetic smile on her glossy, red lips while she takes off her jacket.

One of the businessmen quickly went over to her. "Here, Delilah, let me help you." he helps the pretty businesswoman take off her jacket and then pulls her blonde hair over her shoulder and gives a bright smile, making many men in the room blush. Most men had a crush on the sexy, gorgeous Delilah with her golden hair and light blue eyes. Not to mention her hourglass body. She wore a red dress as well but it looked much fancier and more attractive than Abigail's. Abigail frowns, the young woman has never been a fan of Delilah since the blonde would often act snobby as if she could have whatever and whoever she wants whenever she wants. Nonetheless, she still smiles when her father's female business associate comes over.

"Congratulations! I never imagined Benji would be getting married, it's quite a surprise! You both have my blessings." Delilah grabs one of Abigail's hands with both of her hands and gives her a sweet smile.

Benji?

Abigail forces a smile for the hundredth time today. "Oh, um, thank you! Yes, we're very happy together and... uh, love each other very much." Some of the businessmen gave her a weird look at how clumsily she chose her words. Her father just gave another sniffle while Delilah's smile grew.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. You better invite me to your wedding!" Delilah has a teasing tone as she gives her a cute wink. "Besties~"

Besties? Pfft, yeah right.

The pretty, blonde woman gives a charming laugh and then walks over to the men. James walks over to his daughter and her stress instantly evaporates the moment she's in her father's presence. She's always been a daddy's girl who comes running when she needs help. But of course, she's grown and has to live life on her own two feet. James pats her shoulder. "So... when's the date?"

Abigail's lips pursed. Benjamin hasn't told her yet. She gives a little smile to hide her lie. "We're still deciding..." She hated lying to her father more than anything in the whole world. She could hear James swallow as his grip tightens on her shoulder.

"Your... mother would be very proud of you, pumpkin..." he whispers in a hoarse tone.

"Daddy..." she hugs him tightly, struggling to resist tears. Unlike her father, they weren't tears of happiness. She just felt ever worst and guiltier now.

James clears his throat and pats his daughter on the back. "Anywho, off you go! I have some stuff to wrap up." he smiles and then walks away. Abigail shakes her head with a humored sigh.

Always working...

Abigail comes back to reality when she realizes Benjamin is still gone and she curses under her breath. "The least that asshole can do is stay off his stupid phone...!" she whispers to herself as she walks towards the men's bathroom but freezes and hides on the corner of the wall when she sees him and Delilah speaking and standing very close to each other for that matter.

"Marriage, huh? Well, this is sudden... of all people, I thought you would've told me." Delilah murmurs while playing with his tie.

"It's complicated." the handsome man says in a hushed tone and Abigail bites her tongue with frustration. He's always complaining at her to choose her words wisely and yet those two words don't exactly reassure anything.

"Oh?" Delilah smirks. "A shotgun marriage? That's the only explanation unless you've been being unfaithful..." Her words turn into a whisper as her red lips come close to his neck and her fingers play with his black hair. Bejanmin's hands were on her wide hips and his grip tightened because of the small, teasing touches that drove men crazy. The discomfort on his face showed that he was already aroused. Abigail begins to feel sick as she watched the two's sexual encounter.

Why is this bothering me...?

Delilah was tempting him further as she leaned onto his body, her round breasts squishing against his chest, and one of her legs lifts a little bit just to stroke his crotch and his breath noticeably hitches. The beautiful woman knew how to handle men like a puppeteer controls puppets. She leans in closer with a barely audible whisper. "What do you say? One more time, for old time's sake?" Benjamin's hands tightened around her body further meanwhile Abigail bites her lip as she grows nauseous.

Do I stop them?