The Unwanted Marriage

Chapter 9

Amara's pov :

Eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant is my favorite part of the day. I sat there alone eating because Damien said he didn't want to eat.

My outfit was pretty today. I wearing a yellow sundress with white sneakers. My hair looks good and my makeup is good.

Thankfully Rhys and Marcus were with us. Rhys is busy with Damien but Marcus was able to hang out with me.

He picked me up from the hotel then we went to The Royal Palace of Madrid. It was a place for the royal family but now it's a museum.

Marcus is Spanish , so he knows everything about his country. Every time we enter a room , he tells me a story about it.

After 2 and half hours, we were hungry. So he took me to a really nice restaurant near the palace. We ate then he got a call from Damien , saying he needs him. So he dropped me off at the hotel then left.

Like I said , my outfit was good , so I don't want to just sit at the hotel. After Marcus left, I got out of the hotel and started walking around the area. Then I saw a coffee shop , so I thought why not ?

I entered the coffee shop. I looked at the menu and my eyes fell on a chocolate cake. I ordered then waited on a table.

While I was waiting , the door of the shop was opened. Loud footsteps were coming closer and closer to me. I looked behind me and saw Damien with a worried and angry face.

"What are you doing here ??"  He asked sitting on the chair in front of me.

"I was walking around and I saw that coffee shop. So I just entered and ordered a cake".

He sighed then pulled his phone out of his pocket , handing it to me.

"Type your number. You scared the shit out of me".

"Aww Damien , that's sweet of you". I teased while typing my number. I handed his phone back then the waiter came with the cake. He put it in the table then left.

I started eating it. I felt Damien's gaze on me. I looked up from the cake and looked at him.

"Want some ?" I said raising the full fork up to his mouth.

"No"

"Come on , one wouldn't hurt." He looked at the fork then was about to grab it , but I moved it away , wanting to feed him.

"No , I feed you"

"What am I ? A child ?"

"Damiennnn , just open your mouth"

"No-". I shoved the fork in his mouth. I giggled then removed the fork from his mouth.

"Do you like it?"

"It's good".

"Wait , you have some chocolate on your face"

"Where ?"

"Right there". I said pointing at the corner of my mouth. He tried wiping it but he missed the place.

"Is it gone ?"

"No. Wait I'll wipe it for you."

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Damien's pov :

She leaned over and put her hand on my cheek , her thumb wiped the corner of my mouth.

Her touch made me have a feeling in my stomach. A feeling that I've never felt before.

"There you go , it's gone now".

She continued eating her cake , while I was thinking about what just happened. It was super weird, I don't like it.

"Tell me more about yourself". She said dropping her fork on the plate.

"You know enough about me".

"I don't even know your birthday"

"May 28"

"Omg mine is July 28 ! What's your favorite food ?"

"Pizza"

"Of course, you're Italian. Hmm , what about favorite movie"

"I don't like movies"

"Why not ? They're fun"

"I just don't like them"

She continued with her questions , asking me about my favorite place , favorite sport , what I do in my free time. Then she stopped her questions and started yapping about random stuff that I wasn't giving attention to.

At 4 pm , we were both in the hotel room. Me on the couch and Amara laying on the bed , both of us on our phones. Suddenly , she got up from the bed and sat next to me. I didn't bear her any attention. But I felt her staring at me. I looked at her and saw a little smile on her face.

"Don't look at me like that". I said.

"Why not ?"

"You're making me uncomfortable"

"Oh , b-but I'm your wife , how can I make you uncomfortable ?"

"Yes you are but that doesn't mean you don't make me uncomfortable. We're not even close"

"Well I tried to be close with you but you're the one who's pushing me away".

"You don't understand"

"Of course I don't ! Because you never open up to me. Every time I try to open a conversation , either it ends up only me talking or being awkward. Just open up to me so I can understand you".

I looked at her eyes, seeing worry and hope at the same time. What makes me mad is that she's right , everything she said was true.

"I have a meeting, I'm leaving". And with that , I left her.

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