[Day 1, 12:02 P.M]

David's POV || Fascinate Me

The whole trip to Smith's father's company was unbearable quiet. All he do was focus his attention on the road as he speed up his Burgatti car, making me to edge up on my seat since I wasn't used to this kind of transportation and speed.

Before I got married to this man, I never used any kinds of transportation. Like literally. I only used is my bike that was given by my great, great, great grandmother to my fifteenth birthday. Back then, it was really nice to spend time with her because she was always there when mother and father are elsewhere to find job. But to that hunt, it resulted to an accident which is unexpected for me to bear.

My grandmother after that?

She told me a thing that shocked me. If you can guess it, you're right,

---And that is to marry the popular company's son, Smith Wilson.

"But grandmother, I don't want to marry someone I don't know." I protested.

She sighed, "You have to, David." Then she put a lovingly pat on my head, same to ruffle the strands. "That's the only way to pay your parents' debt."

I shook my head stubbornly, wanting to defend further. "Why is that? Marrying a billionaire is already a huge thing!" I looked her in the eyes, "Mom and dad's debt isn't that bad, right?"

Grandmother tensed slightly. This is the first time she looked away from me.

"Tell me how much they owe to them." I intrigued for her to speak and she smiled, more like a forced one.

"Numbers you still haven't learned in math---"

"Just tell me how much!"

She gave up finally, "Ten grand dollars."

Fuck! How did that happened without having me knowing? And the real question, why would my parents have to borrow that much?!

"Why....that many?......" I counted my fingers, trying to figure how much that grand dollars would be, but my ten fingers alone won't help it.

"Well, the one reason behind is this house. Without it, you, your mom and dad wouldn't be living here. Second reason is that the scholar education you are having now and the last..... nevermind the last."

What's with the last one? Is grandmother keeping a secret to me too? Well never say never, I'll never let that slip once again from me-----

BEEP!

Before I can ask for it, a honk beeped opposite wall of our house. My heart thumped, not because of excitement but the reverse of it instead.

"You should go now. The Wilson head is already waiting for you." That's the last word I heard from my beloved grandmother once I was guided by two hunk man which I supposed to be the bodyguards of the Wilson company. I glanced back at my grandmother to say goodbye but she wasn't there anymore.

Up until now...

"Earth to David!" Shouted in an irritated tone. Since I know that I was dozing off about the debt paper that my parents signed and left for me, I became aware too quickly to look at Smith whose been probably taking my attention multiple times.

I groaned. Not that I was pissed off but to the extent of me, hating to admit that I love his deep voice.

'This is just the first day, David! You can't possibly fall for such a vague thing!' I scolded mentally.

"What'chuwant?" Unconsciously, I didn't notice that I replied that fast since I was shuddering to the latter thought I was having. He raised an eyebrow.

"I've been calling your name ten times now." Then he sighed. "I've said, did you bring the notepad, ballpen, phone, and the clipboard?"

I scratched my neck. Shoot! What is he saying? I didn't bring anything with me, even a bag.

"What notepad?" I asked as if I was not updated. He abruptly stopped the car midway, taking a deep breath, before exhaling it with thin smoke.

Wait, is that even a real smoke came out from his nose?

He slowly cranes his head at me, a horrified look on his expression. "Y-you didn't bring anything with you?"

I nodded.

Then he face-palmed. "You're unbelievable! How can you not bring on your first day? Didn't I told you to bring those items?"

"Duh! I didn't even heard a single thing."

"But it was on the table!" He defended back. "It. Was. Right. On. The. Table!"

I smirked. "Are you sure? All I saw on the table is your unwashed underwears." He blushed a deep red and I continued, "So tell me, am I supposed to bring those things? Unexpected for you, Mr. Smith Wilson, the son of company, who can't even wash his own briefs."

"S-shut up!" He covered my mouth with his both hands. "You looked at the wrong table! You suppose to look at the living room not on my--er, our bedroom!!!" He glared before releasing. Once he calmed down, he got back to the steering wheel. "Whatever! I'm running late to my meeting. Next time, look for the living room's table. That's where I usually put them all so they can't be forgotten."

The car begins to move once again. I glanced to Smith's side view profile, making me to churn up. All because of his hot and alluring demeanor.

I wouldn't consider myself as lucky though. He might be a good-looking one but on the inside, he sometimes plays bad and act kind but that kindness in reality, he doesn't care at all.

*****

I awkwardly stood besides my 'husband' as he sits professionally on the black chair and waited for other two staffs to come.

While there was time, I couldn't help but to be fascinated at how large the company is. Of course, anyone low profile who will be given a chance to step in for the known company, they will be amazed as well. The walls are painted in brown fresh wood, the floor is neatly carpeted, and even the long table is clear as if no fingerprints had been pressed on it!

I noticed the two middle-aged ladies that was sitting on the other end of this table who is looking both me and Smith's way. They were snickering and whispering to each other, ending up giggling.

"Ahem!" Smith cleared his throat, thanking him inside my mind before I went dark suspiciously towards the two lady. "Now that everyone is here, let's get rolling."

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