Chapter 3 THE EAT OUT.

I laid in bed, digesting all what Chris had said earlier. He was right though maybe I shouldn't even be searching for a job when I already have a place in my dad's company, but at the same time, he is the reason I'm in this mess; The forced marriage. The next morning, as usual, my alarm woke me up. I yawned as I stretched. Chris was still laying there. I resisted the urge to wake him up to prepare for work. I got up to wash my face, but by the time I was back, he was already up. "Don't you have work today?" I asked.

"Nope... Today's my day off" he muttered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his palms. I sat on the edge of the bed, tying my hair into a messy bun. "Anywayyyy, we should have a couple's day. We've never had one," Chris said. I raised a brow. Was this man fucking out of his damn mind? At first, I thought he was joking until I saw the seriousness on his face. "Whatever it is you're trying to do, it's not gonna work!" I said. He stood up and came over to the side of my bed. "See..." He breathed in. "I know I've done numerous terrible things. I am trying to make this work and make up for everything...." he continued. He grabbed my hands, I jerked them away. " I understand I never treated you the way I should, and I'm trying to amend thi..." "It's too late to amend anything. You killed my innocent child" I cut him off, closed my eyes, rubbing my belly softly. By this time, I would have thrown up already. I never even got the chance to see my baby. "You ruined my life. At this point, I still don't even understand what my dad saw in you. It's totally insane" I eyed him from head to toe. " Can we just attempt to work this out before next month, but then if it doesn't work out we go on with the divorce papers?"? He looked at me, but I looked away, staring at our well-designed walls. The color combination was top-notch, whoever designed them was too good with his works. "Are you even listening to me?" Chris's voice ordered me back into reality. "I'm sorry..." I shook my head. "It's okay. So, I was saying, how about I take you out officially for a dinner date. Just the both of us for the first time?" He said with a small smirk. " It doesn't change the fact that we're still carrying on with the divorce papers when it's ready," I responded. "We'll see about that. That's a yes, right? You better be ready on time" with that, he stood up and walked downstairs. I sat there, completely lost. For the first time in two years, I wasn't scared of my husband's presence. I took a deep sigh and followed him downstairs. Whatever this man has in mind, I hope he's aware I'm not falling for any of it. The rest of the day continued smoothly. I was reading books to keep myself busy. I spoke with my mom for a bit and also watched some TV shows. Chris and I didn't talk much, just him trying to engage me in some silly conversations, but I didn't care. "By the time I'm out of the bathroom, you better be done preparing" Chris had informed me before entering the bathroom. I was confused about what to wear. I wanted to avoid dressing too expensive yet, I would rather not look too simple. Why did I care too much over a silly date? "Uh, uh! That's where the red dress comes in" I mumbled to myself as I brought it out. My eyes glittered I'm admiration as I wondered how the hell I've never seen this dress before, or maybe it was because I rarely went out. I did a simple makeup and applied lip gloss and I grabbed a matching purse. A few minutes later, Chris came in with a messy hair and a wet body. He had the towel wrapped around his waist. My gaze traveled from his messy hair down to his wet body. At this point, I wondered if girls outside looked at him the way I'm looking at him right now and thought he was hot because damn he's fire! Our eyes met. I felt embarrassed. He looked like he was already reading through my thoughts. "You look beautiful" he complimented. I just buried my face downwards. The restaurant was peaceful and calm. It smelt expensive. I walked hand in hand with Chris while I endured all the stares. We ordered for different meals. I would randomly steal gazes at Chris while I watched him enjoy his dinner noiselessly. We didn't speak much, but we would randomly lock eyes. It was awkward! " What the heck?!" He exclaimed as soon as we got out of the restaurant. "What's going on?" I asked seemly, a bit concerned. He stared at his phone and back at me again. I was losing it at this point. I hate suspense. " Lucas's birthday is today. I can't believe I forgot!" He responded as he scratched the back of his head. I was confused as to who Lucas was. He noticed it and quickly added," He's my colleague at work". "I could still make it to his birthday, but can you get home yourself?" He asked. "Are you insane????" I responded almost in a panic. "It's late already. I'll come with you" I answered. His worried face beamed into a small smile, like I just said exactly what he wanted to hear. I got into the car and we drove off. The party was lively. Chris kept introducing me to his colleagues who were around. It was a nice experience as they kept complimenting me and all that. "If this isn't my main guy!" A voice said from behind us as we both turned abruptly. "Birthday boy !" Chris chuckled as they both clashed their hands for a shake. "I knew you'll make it here. I'm so glad" At this point I knew this was no other person than the mighty Lucas. "This is my wife, Aria" Chris spoke. "Aria... This is my colleague I've been talking about; Lucas" Lucas smiled and brought out his hand for a shake as I shook them. "It's pleasant to finally meet you, Aria" Lucas said. His voice was a lot deeper. He was a very short, lively person. "Chris has been telling me so much about you" he quickly added. "Really?" I smirked. My gaze turned to Chris. "I'm joking... I almost thought he was single all these while" Lucas said amidst laughter as we all joined him. After all the drama, Lucas excused himself, leaving Chris and me together. "Okay, I want you to sit right here, I'll be back in a minute. I have some catch-ups to do" Chris informed me as I nodded. I brought out my phone and began surfing through the net until a masculine voice approached me. "Are you alone, pretty?" My eyes met the voice. He looked dangerous with tattoos all over his body and a septum piercing. In his left hand, he had a glass of liquor the other hand, he had a stick of cigarette. " No... Actually... I came with someone" I managed to say. He was slightly drunk, and I was scared. "But he is not here right now, right?" He asked, I couldn't reply. My eyes searched around for Chris, but I couldn't find him. I got up, but he dragged me back to the seat and touched me inappropriately. I pushed him away, but he was stronger. "Stay away from her!" someone ordered. I turned around, it was a familiar voice. Chris! The stranger raised his hands up in defense. "Chill bro. I didn't know she was your girl" then he walked away. I looked back at Chris, panicking and breathing heavily. Chris was totally pissed. We stood there until the man disappeared. "Can you imagine?" He finally looked at me, pointing at the direction the stranger went. I didn't say a thing. I was just glad that Chris was able to make it here on time. "Let's go home" He grabbed my hands and dragged me out.