C2 I don't want to let you go

I walk to the front of the bar and push out the front door.

The cold winter wind blows against me, and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Miss?” I hear a voice.

I turn to see a man in a car at the side of the road. He rolls down the window.

“Can I give you a ride somewhere?” He asks.

“Maybe.” I blink.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ve just had a lot to drink.” I laugh.

He gets out of the car and comes around to where I’m standing. He’s hot as hell. He’s probably late twenties. Black hair. Brown eyes. Strong jawline. Tall. Lean. Muscled.

“Come on,” he smiles, opening the door for me. “Let’s get you home.”

“Okay.” I nod. I crawl into the passenger seat, and he gets in the driver's seat.

“What is your name?” He asks, smiling.

“Natalia Russell.”

“Hi.” He smiles. “I’m Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“So,” he says as we pull out onto the road. “Where am I going?”

I reach in my purse to grab my phone, but my hand brushes against the ring and I frown, taking it out.

I clench it in my fist, looking up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I whisper. “Nothing at all.”

“What’s that?”

I shake my head and drop the ring into my purse again.

“Nothing.”

“Did you lose a friend tonight?”

I sigh, nodding.

“I did.” Tears start rolling down my face again. “A boyfriend. My sister. I just feel lost.”

He frowns. “You’ll get through it.”

“I hope so.” I laugh. “I hope I can move on from him.”

“Maybe,” he smiles. “Maybe I can help you.”

“How?” I raise a brow.

His smile is flirtatious.

“Let me take you to a party tonight.” He smiles.

“Oh?” I blink. “What kind of party?”

“A party for the elite,” he says. “We could use your ID to get in.”

“Oh?” I raise a brow, but then nod. “Okay, but only if you take me home afterward.”

He nods and smiles, and then we pull up to the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen.

“Wow.” I gasp. “Is this the party?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s my house. Come in, I need to grab my jacket and wallet before we go to the party.”

“Okay,” I smile, and crawl out of the car. I follow him through the front door into a beautiful mansion. The interior is decorated with a mix of modern and ancient designs. He leads me through the hall to a room that I think might be his office. There is a desk in the middle of the room. He sits down in the chair in front of it, pulling a small box out of his desk drawer. He opens it and takes a diamond ring out of it.

“Would you marry me?” He asks.

“What?” I gasp, shock filling me.

“Marry me,” he says, looking up at me. “I think it’s what we should do.”

“But—” I start.

“I have a business deal that I need to complete this weekend. I need to be married by tomorrow.” He murmurs.

“Oh.” I blink. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he nods. “Will you marry me?”

I laugh nervously, but then look at him. He’s hot. Really hot. And he’s kind and generous.

Why not? What would it hurt?

I can always divorce him in a few days.

“Okay,” I shrug. “I’ll marry you.”

“You will?” He smiles, looking surprised.

I nod.

He smiles, slipping the ring on my finger. It fits perfectly.

“Now,” he stands up. “Let’s go to the party. We will have a good time.”

“Alright.” I smile.

We walk through the hallway to the car, and he helps me inside.

He pulls out of his driveway and into the road, driving us to the party. As soon as we get there, he is surrounded by people. He introduces me as his wife, and people congratulate us.

I sip a drink as I walk around and look at the decorations.

“Mrs. Nicholas.” I turn to see a woman standing behind me.

I raise a brow.

“Yes?” I ask.

“My name is Emily.” She says. “I was Jeremy’s girlfriend until recently.”

“Oh?” I raise both brows. “How recently?”

“A few months ago.” She murmurs.

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask. “I didn’t know him a few months ago.”

“We were engaged.” She says.

“What?” I gasp.

“We were supposed to get married tomorrow.” She shakes her head. “He broke up with me last week.���

“Why?” I ask.

“He said that I wasn’t right for him. That he wanted to marry someone else. Someone more pure.”

“Oh?” I blink, a small smile coming to my lips.

“What do you find so funny?” She glares at me.

“That’s me,” I say. “I’m the pure one he wants to marry now.” I lift my hand up for her to see the ring. “It looks like the same ring.”

“You’re marrying him?” She gasps. “Tomorrow?”

“Yep,” I nod.

“That bitch!” She yells.

“Excuse me?” I gasp as she throws her drink in my face, storming out of the party.

I wipe my face off and look around.

Jeremy is walking to me, frowning as he sees my expression.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “Was that Emily?”