Contract Marriage by Ashleh Queen (new reading .TXT) 📖

"This peephole is here for some reason. Be careful next time." He said pointing at the door. And once he was out of my place I almost run to my door and locked it.

I knew that even if I will be careful in opening this door next time, it can't save me. If that person can go to such lengths to know my address and background just in a day he won't back off easily.  I need to leave this place, it was the first thought that came into my mind.

Alex POV

I walk out of her apartment but I could not control the anger that was building in me. How dare she to say no to my offer? Has she ever looked at herself in the mirror? She should be happy that I, Alexander Black took interest in her. I am angry that I can't understand why she was crying like this. Such a drama queen. I was being so nice to her but still, she was crying like I am some bad guy.

I hated the way her eyes held the feeling of disgust for me. No one can look at me like this. But she better say yes to my offer if she doesn't want to be troubled. Man! She is some divorced, she must have experience of the world. Should understand what to do and what not to do. So, I am still hopeful that she will say yes and will not make things complicated any further.

I hopped into my car, started my engine and start thinking about the ways to pass my Sunday.

Jane's POV

3 hours passed since that incident. I was still shocked and feel like he will appear from some corner. I thought about calling cops but I don't even know him. Besides, I opened the door for him by myself. I called the only state agency I know. It was Sunday and no one was picking up the office number.

I remember having some name cards of people related to this business. I tried calling three of them and there was no one who said that I can change places within 24 hours. Everyone advised me to visit them tomorrow for further detail.

Where I should go? I should tell Carol about it. She might give me some advice to get myself out of this situation. With this thought, I get out of my apartment and knocked at her door. Once, twice and God knows how many times to finally realize she was not home. I can do this. I am far more mature than her. I should know how to deal with this. I walked to my apartment thinking harder.

Yes! A motel. I can stay at some motel. No, not a motel. They have security issues quite often. I want something more secure. I tried to Google some best hotels in L.A. I don't care about money right now. Even if this means spending my whole savings. I will stay in that hotel until I am not able to sell this apartment and shift to some new place. It is even far better if I could manage to leave this city. And I should not tell about this to anyone. Telling anyone might risk my safety.

I booked a room in a famous hotel. And start packing some important stuff. I packed a few clothes. My laptop and cell phone.

I wear the same knee length and half sleeve black dress that I decided to wear in the morning for my Sunday prayers but never had a chance to wear it and left the apartment with a small suitcase. When I get out of my apartment building I could not shake out the feeling of being watched.

Never in my life, I was this self-conscious. I looked around and found no one suspicious. I hailed a cab and left for the hotel.

Before coming to the hotel I noticed a very beautiful church building. That church was so beautiful that it was pulling me and it was also not so far from that hotel. I need strength and I knew that I am gonna visit here soon. Like this is the first thing that I wanna do.

Though my parents have a huge share in making us a believer. But they never pushed us hard. My family and I used to attend Sunday mass once in a while. But after my divorce, I fell into the depth of despair. And it was the only thing that gave me strength. Going there and listening that I am not alone and forgotten becomes music to my ear. Somehow I knew that he is watching over me. And even today I believe that only God will help me to get out of this situation soon.

I checked into the hotel around 3 pm. I didn't unpack my suitcase, just grab my handbag and left for the church. The hotel was crazy big. People looked happy while enjoying their vacation. It took me almost 15 mins to leave the hotel. I start walking towards the church. Each step was filling me with some kind of strange peace and confidence. It was like something was telling me that everything is gonna be alright. I will be safe. It took me 20 more mins to get into the church. 
At this time I was feeling tired, just like someone who gets home after such a long and tiring day. So, I just want to sit here for a long time. I rested my head on the bench in front of me.

I was sitting there for God knows how long when I heard some loud whisperings. I turned around to see what's really going on.

I saw a guy on his knees with a ring in his hand, in front of a beautiful girl. The guy was proposing the girl. Everyone around them was encouraging the girl to say yes. And that whispering turned into clapping when the girl finally said yes. I wanted to clap for them but could not. Because all I was feeling right now was this hollow in my chest that was eating me alive. I just stared at the couple. Recalling that I had this very same day too but just to see all of the things fell apart in the end.

I stand up from my place and start walking towards the exit. I checked my watch to see that it was around 5:20 pm.

The weather outside was good. So, I was feeling a little bit lighter now. It was nice seeing random people just passing by. It's been two years that I walk out of my home just for the sake of going out. I hate seeing how broken my failed marriage had left me. There was not a single moment in these two years when I could forget that I am divorced and rejected over my husband's mistress because she was impregnated by my husband. The person I always cherished no matter what. The person I accept with all his good and flaws.