The Thing He Kills For

Jennifer's Point Of View

“Jennifer?” He said my name so calmly. His leg on top on the other, sitting down on the chair next to the room door.

"What did I say to you when I left this morning?” He asked. He said a lot of things but I remember his one order.

“To greet you by the door when you get home.” I said, well I forgot to do that, don't get me wrong, I had plans with my friends.

“I told you to greet me at the door whenever I come, didn't I?” He asked and I nodded. He did.

“Don't you care about your husband?” I do. But I didn't dare to say it, we met like two days ago.

“I had plans with my friends." I responded honestly and he looked at me taking off his tie.

“Is that more important than a promise you made to your husband? Looks like you are in need of a punishment.” He said, first of all I didn’t promise to greet him by the door and secondly… what punishment is worse than this?

He literally tied me with a rope and I can barely move. Not to mention the collar on my neck that is attached to a chain as if I am a Pet.

He stood up and walked towards and pulled the chain that's connected to my collar.

Ka-Chink. Ka-Chink.

“Why did you disobey me?” He asked.

"I'm sorry. I forgot.” I said looking away. I can't face his eyes. They're so burning just to look at them.

“Jennifer, look into my eyes and answer me.... have you forgotten who saved your family?” He asked.

Yes. My so called ‘husband’ saved my family or should I say… my dad and I?

Two Days Ago.

I did not believe my ears. My father was speaking but I only heard one thing ‘You're getting married to their son’. Excuse me what?

“In exchange of having them in the business. I have to get married to their son?” I asked, it was a lot to take in.

"To be honest, our business has been getting nothing but loss. So I've thought of closing it but... An old friend of mine said That he would like to buy us a branch in The Department. So today they are coming over.” My Father said, with no shame. I looked at him at this point it's hard to tell where his sympathies lie.

“So you decided on the spot that ‘Hey my daughter Jennifer is marrying your son’. Dad you do realize I have a boyfriend?!” I said doing some air quotations and mimicking his voice.

“Jennifer, It's not just any son, It's David Carter's son.” David Carter, I heard that name a couple times. But that didn't make the way I feel less real.

"I don't care. You'll call that so called Carter family and apologize for wasting their time. I'm not marrying some stranger. God knows, he could be a serial killer.” I tried to defend myself. I read too many romantic novels, lol.

“It wasn't a choice for you to pick. I bought this dress for you to look good tonight, I mean in two hours. Please don't be late.” He said as he walked out of my room.

No wonder the meals have been so scanty recently. I didn't know we were in such a horrible situation but honestly... marriage is one horrible solution.

Why would he tell me on a short notice? But either way, I have to get ready for this stupid Married at first sight dinner.

At the Dinner.

“Mr. Carter and son! Come on in. Please… take a seat.” My father said as he invited Mr. Carter with his son.

“Grandson.” The so called Mr Carter corrected my father.

They looked as if they define the word elegant. His grandson, He's wearing a plain black shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the graceful tie he's wearing.

On top of the shirt he's wearing a trendy vest with 3 buttons, it has a narrow v-line, which allows for the top to remain visible even when the suit's jacket is buttoned up.

The jacket was clearly made for him, it's a perfect fit. It has a simple, but elegant blanket plaid pattern, giving the suit a dignified and elegant look The five buttons of his single breasted jacket are all buttoned up with the exception of one, it adds a casual touch to an elegant look.

The jacket is slightly longer at the back, it has vents at either side, there are two pockets on one side and one pocket on the other and there's a breast pocket which has been left empty.

He's wearing pants which copy the style of the jacket, both in color and pattern and they create a perfect balance with his shoes.

A man in black… with a red tie. Am I checking this man out? No! I am not. I looked at them more especially, Him from the balcony and he raised his face. I had a clear look of what he looks like. Sweet Heavens…. Black, undercut Hair, almost fully reveals a very resting handsome face. Bulging black eyes, set tightly within their sockets, watch delicately over me, it's like they've bled for, for so long.

A large beard delightfully compliments his nose and mouth. This is the son or grandson, my father was talking about.

I wouldn't mind marrying him… I would but it's not like I have choice, right?

There's something mystifying about him, perhaps it's a feeling of delight or perhaps it's simply his good looks… but something is off, like really off.

But nonetheless, I'm getting married to this guy, the babies would look good, I'm not saying we are going to make babies.

But if something happens… the babies will definitely look good.

"Ahem!!” I heard my father clear his throat and I looked at him. How long have I been staring at this guy?

He probably thinks I am a creep.. He signaled me to come downstairs and I walked there. Mr. Carter's son walked towards the stairs.

“May I?” his voice was deep and made me realize he was used to ravish every woman he talked with. He took my hand.

The moment our skin went in contact… I felt like I could hold on to it forever and he helped me down the last stair. Such a gentleman.

“Look at you two, already getting along!!” My dad yelled and Mr. Carter's grandson let out a small laughter. Charming.

“Well, Mr. Carter and grandson, meet my daughter, Jennifer. Jen, meet Mr. Eric Carter and Jerald Carter.” My father introduced us and we shook hands. I didn't dare to look at him in the eyes.

Who wouldn't? His black eyes made my flesh creep.

“You are even more beautiful in person. We'll leave you two. Come on John, I have some exciting news about the business.” Mr. Carter said as he walked with my father, leaving me with a stranger.

Well, it's not stranger if you know their name right?

We went outside, it was my idea of course and sat on some benches we had next to the door.