Chapter 12

Zara's POV.

I turn over in the bed for like the tenth time this morning but this time I end up with my ass on the floor.

"Ouch" I groan and massage my forehead rubbing my butt at the same time.

When did the sky become so clear? I swear I just went to bed like...two hours ago? 

Yeah right Zara.

Oh shut up! You get my point though and in case you didn't get it, the point is that I didn't get enough sleep. 

I stayed up all night thinking about how I was going to face Jason King today. 

Yes, you heard me right.

I am not going to be a bitch and start demanding any sort of explanation from him.

Nah, he could fuck whoever it is he wants to fuck but I am just going to make sure he doesn't fuck me up in the process.

I will just let him know a few do's and don't's of our presumed marriage. 

There is no way in hell I am going to sit and take shit from him.

I stand up from the floor and drag my feet to the dressing table. I grab my cotton wool and pour my face cleanser on it before dabbing my face with the wool.

I don't always do this skin care routine stuff but when you have a best friend that is a hot shot supper model then there are some things that you will just have to do. 

She made me promise to at least apply every damn ointment and creams and cleansers and....

The list is never ending. 

I only follow the routine at least once a week or maybe twice if I am in a mood.

I make sure to book an appointment with Jason this time. I don't want to end up walking in on another pornography. I don't think my poor eyes will be able to take that.

More like your poor heart.

Yeah right. As if. My heart isn't involved in any of this, you little brainy.

I take a quick shower and brush my hair out thanking my stars that it wasn't so difficult to tame this morning. 

I pick out my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a pink shirt and I paired it with a black platform heels.

I apply my mascara and little lipgloss and I pull out my drawer and pick out a small diamond stud earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets.

I give myself one final look in the mirror before grabbing my bag and heading out.

I didn't bother having breakfast or even seeing my parents before leaving... I just have to get this whole thing off my chest before seeing my mum.

That woman can sniff anything from a mile away. No matter how hard I try to keep things from her, she just has this uncanny ability to tell if something was or is wrong.

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I was getting way too familiar with this damn building that I can't decide if that is a good thing or not. It just seems like I have been here more than I should have been... if that makes any sense.

The receptionist didn't bother with long talks, she just asked me to go right in because Jason was already waiting.

That is a good thing...I guess. At least I don't have to walk into another...

You know what.

I knock on his office door and wait until he answered before letting myself in.

I know I didn't have to knock and all... but hey, I knocked anyways.

"Good morning Zara." He greets and I just smile in return.

I am not here to exchange pleasantries with him... I would rather we skipped that.

"May I?" I ask him, gesturing towards the seat.

He raise a quizzical eyebrow "Of course" he answers.

Damn... why does he look so...hot?

Shut it Zara.

"What did you want to talk about? You know you didn't have to book an appointment to see me, right?" He asks.

"Yeah but the last time I did that... let us just say.... I ended up seeing something I shouldn't have and we don't want that to happen again now, do we?" I say sending him a smile. A forced smile might I add.

It is almost painful to look at him. There he is sitting in that damn seat of his looking like some magazine model and sending me amused smiles.

I still don't know what is so amusing about what I said.

But damn he does look good this morning. 

Did I mention that he looks really hot? His hair has been styled to perfection and his eyes, those damn eyes are so deep that it feels like I might get lost in them if I stare too hard. His beards have been trimmed and it even looked like he styled it...

Do they style beards?

Cause I think it isn't normal for his beards to look so damn fine and perfect and not even a single one is out of place.

What is this Zara? Do you have some beard fetish that I don't know about?

Shut up. 

But he does look really hot and so damn yummy and I definitely could eat that...

Stop right there Zara. 

Kill that thought. You really really really need to focus now.

"Yeah, sorry but I am not sorry. I really didn't mean for you to see that." He says.

Sorry but I am not sorry? 

Really bud? What the effing fuck does that mean?

"It is all in the past now Jason. You don't have to apologize, it is totally on me. I shouldn't t have walked in without some kind of... um.. announcement?" I trail off.

He looks uncomfortable for a while before masking his expression.

"Okay then. You wanted to talk?" He asks and I nod my head in affirmation.

"I just wanted to set some things straight before we... you know get married." I tell him and he nods his head as if to tell me to continue.

"Firstly, I hope you don't expect me to perform some wifey duties."

"I really don't get you Zara. You will have to emphasize your point." He says.

"I don't want to share a bed with you...I hope you don't expect anything sexual from me. I want a separate bedroom." I tell him.

He looks really shocked and maybe a little dumbfounded. 

Why is he so shocked? He didn't really expect us to share a bed, right?

"What I believe you are trying to say is that we would be married but we won't consummate our marriage?" He asks. 

"Yes." I confirmed.

He opens his mouth and close his mouth like he wants to say something but he can't seem to get it out.

"But that is just... I mean...how am I supposed to satisfy myself?" He asks.

I let out a laugh. I really couldn't help it. Is he really asking me how he is supposed to satisfy himself?

I sober up and clear my throat "I don't think I have the answer to that Jason."

"But you are going to be my wife and you are telling me that I won't be able to touch you?" He asks.

Is he dumb or is he just slow?

"I believe you can get other women to satisfy you in that aspect." I tell him.

He looks at me like he couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth.

You and me both Jason. I can't believe I am saying this either.

"So you are telling me that you are okay with me having extra marital affairs?" He asks.

No, I am not but what can I do. I can't have my cake and still bite it at the same time.

I don't think that is the saying Zara.

Whatever... you get my point though.

"As long as you keep it away from the media and you keep them out of the house then that is fine with me." I tell him.

He lets out a really loud laugh.

"Wow... this is just unbelievable. How can you be okay with your husband having an affair with another woman?" He asks.

I shrug "Since I won't be giving you...you know what. I think it is only fair you get from some else that is willing to do it with you."I tell him.

He nods his head slowly as if he is still trying to come to terms with what I said.

"Okay... is there anything else?" He asks.

"Yes, I won't be cooking your meals so I suggest you get a chef or something." I tell him.

"Wow... this is just wow. Is it that you can't cook or you just won't be doing any cooking for me?" He asks. 

"I won't be doing any cooking for you Jason. Ours isn't exactly a normal marriage and we don't have any feelings whatsoever for each other so I suggest we try to live our lives separately. I mean we shouldn't let our lives intertwine with each other in case we get a divorce." I tell him.

"A divorce?" He asks. His face looks almost comical.

"Yes, a divorce. You did not really expect our so called marriage to actually last longer than a year ,right? Listen, the plan is to get married to you, live our life separately and then get a divorce after a year or maybe even less than a year. I can't exactly spend the rest of my life with someone that doesn't love me." I explain to him.

He blinks his eyes three times.

Yes, I counted because I was busy staring at them.

"I guess you are right. So no sex, no home cooked meal,separate bedrooms... I think I can keep up with that." He says.

"That is good then." I tell him smiling brightly.

"I hope you know you will have to escort me to social gatherings and all those formal events." He says.

"Yeah, I know that. I can deal with that as long as it doesn't mess with my work." I tell him.

"Good." He says.

"I will take my leave then. Do have a nice day and see you on our wedding day." I tell him, sending him a smile.

He nods "We will probably see each other before our wedding day."

"Uhh.. why?" 

"My grandma wants to meet you. I will let you know when and where." He says and I nod my head in reply.

"That is cool. Till then." I say with a small smile before standing up and leaving his office.

I let out my breath and wipe my palms on my jeans.

That wasn't so hard Zara. You did great.

Now you just have to brace yourself and get through this whole marriage thing without a glitch.