Chapter 3 A Funeral For Me

Camilia POV

I stared at the mansion, tightened my grip on the coat and shivered. I could see mourners, people dressed in black staring at my corpse.

It's my funeral and bringing this strange man seems to make him restless. He seemed in more pain than I was, refusing to step in.

I only stared at the sleek door of the mansion, which accompanied everyone that wished to solicit my death.

My eyes met Merlo, he cried the loudest, reading memos about me and how he cared while Diana stroked his back to console him.

I shifted my gaze to the man beside me. The vein around his neck tightened, his fist clenched as he was spouting words I couldn't understand.

His eyes were red, his face doleful, like he knew me before.

"Can we leave now?" He questioned, drawing me back to reality, but I wasn't willing to go.

Nothing made sense but one thing I knew: I became Lucy overnight and got stuck with a man I didn't understand.

Tex, that's his name, and it turns out Lucy is in a contracted marriage with him because he needed her for something which I couldn't decipher yet, because the memories were blurry.

But from the looks of it, he is a dangerous man, and I'd only use him as a pawn to gain my revenge.

I'd set Lucy free for him. She must have loved Tex, but he never loved her in return.

The only way she could be with him was to lure him into a contract in exchange for whatever my brain couldn't recall.

"I want to pay tribute" I responded, not looking his way, though I was shivering, having to look at my dead face.

Possibly, they must have dug me out to perform a burial out of guilt. My jaw ticked as I gnashed my teeth, watching their presence.

My anger clouded my eyes like tears and I knew if I went in there, I'd pass out.

However, I was distracted when Tex appeared in front of me, like he was reading me.

"Next time Lucy" he said, grabbed my hand and began to walk me away, but I pulled out with so much pain in my heart.

"No! Do you have any idea how it feels to lose a child? How it is to be neglected and killed by the people you hold dear! "I want to confront them", I barked, fuming in my heart even though he wouldn't understand.

He stood perplexed and then scoffed, his dimples deepening as he gave me a devious look.

"Are you done?" He suddenly asked and I almost bit my tongue. It then occurred to me that he wouldn't know.

The doctor has said I suffered from temporary amnesia after the first encounter with him.

"Does this sound like a joke to you!" I retorted, but he rolled his eyes, carried me in his arms and stridded towards the car.

"You hate burials and my head won't be served to your father when you faint" he declared while I wrestled to get out of his hold.

My skin tingles as his arms made contact with my body, sending a shiver of pleasure running down my spine.

His grip on me was fierce as I only ended up getting glued to his sturdy body,

As i breathed in, I caught the scent of his skin, a subtle blend of cologne, soap, and male pheromones that seemed to awaken a deep, primal response within me.

I'd blame the feeling on the body I occupied.

My body reacted with a subtle and intense emotion.

My heart rate quickens, releasing a rush of adrenaline while my breath deepens. I felt this way when we were close.

He placed me gently in the car and quickly locked me in it before I could think of coming out.

I banged the windshield screaming for help because I'd been kidnapped. However, it seemed as though no one was listening, and he was driving at ease.

Even the police would want to be abducted by him because he was handsome and hot.

I shook off that though and kept screaming. However, it seems he was bound to annoy me and tune in to the radio which plays hip-hop.

"Any more screams Lucy, and I'll lock you up with me forever," he warned with a sonorous tone.

I was quiet for a moment, a lot of thoughts ringing in my mind. Only the trashy music plays and cold runs down my spine.

I sat properly in the car seat, our eyes locked in the rear mirror and I saw a sided smile suspended on his pump lips.

The way he looked at me was enthralling and i couldn't help to stare. His eyes spark with a mischievous glint.

"Arghh" I responded, barely recognizing my voice because it sounded like I was moaning.

I wasn't scared of him, or I was because he looked intimidating, but I needed to stay strong.

His fingers drummed on the wheel as if he wasn't saying anything but just peering at me that my heart flipped.

"Look out the window" he whispered, causing me to shift my gaze from him and I found myself, wistfully, staring at the window.

He drew down the tinted window and the fresh air poured on me. The beach, I could see it from the bridge we rode on.

I coiled myself in a corner, my mind still as I stared at the beautiful scenery before me, as if he knew I needed this fresh air.

I felt so relaxed as I inhaled softly, yet my heart still burnt. I sniffed, trying to control my tears.

The song had suddenly changed into something cool and soulful, quite encouraging.

I rolled my eyes towards him and leaned my head on the headrest before saying:

"I need you to kill someone for me Tex... tonight"