THE DINNER

"When things change inside you,

things change around you."

Rose POV.

It's been two weeks yes. I started to work for Mr. black and Bruce Corporation. confusion, let me clear it. As we agreed, i still work in black corporation and do my work, teach stace her work, i'll only work there until the project is done. so my daily routine, i first go black corporation, do my work and leave at 2 than i head to bruce, to give his lunch, yeah . i come to know the main purpose of marriage because his parents threatened him that they will snatch his company and won't pass his inheritance to him , so basically he use me to fool his parents. what a jerk fooling his own parents.

'you are also doing the same' my conscience stated and i wave her off. i do feel guilty but what can i do.

so here, i go to him hand him his lunch spent an hour there and than came back home to do my work on project. if you're thinking why, because his father came to his office daily. And demand my presence in every shareholder meeting , he even gave me 20% share of his in zyan company and make zyan to transfer his 20% to me so now i hold 40% shares in his company. sudden rich, i know.

in these days, i learn never make him angry with unnecessary things but also learn how to fulfill my demands. I irritate him at the point where he gave in, he hate it when someone annoy him and guess what, i am an expert in this field when it comes to him. what can i say i learned from the best, mostly hailey do that to me.

talking about hailey , this girl sure knew how to ate peoples mind. the first day after marriage when i reach there , she shower me with questions and i answered each and every one. Mr. black ask me about my well being . everything went normal in these days. first two days we fight a lot. he didn't let me take another room and the excuse is.

" they will find out" was his words. sometimes it feel like he is convincing me more than his parents.

That was the last time we talk, yeah this man is sure a bipolar. The first three days , I thought he is busy so he didn't have much time to have chat after all he is a company's C.E.O but now he is avoiding me on purpose and didn't fail to show that. So I started to follow his lead, total ignore. Why to waste my time in asking, it's not that we are a real couple.

so we comes to an end mostly me, i lock both doors when i go to washroom and he do the same, well there is no need for him to do because , i always lock my door. And the fun part is last night ,i was so tired that , I forgot to unlock his side of door, and he has to go another floor to use bathroom. i laugh my ass out , when i comes to know. what, its not my fault who told him to design only one room in this damn floor, now pay for your faults.

Currently, i m sitting here in his office waiting for him to finish his meeting so, i can go back home. yeah home, it feel odd and right at the same time. i sighed. I have ton of work to do and this man making me wait for him. i finish my third coffee and got up from couch to look out of the glass. Every company design there C.E.O room to have a big glass wall in his office its a common even, mr. black has but what it make difference is the height of this building. 87 damn floors ,what can you say this man is loaded.

its already five, the sun is starting to set as it make a beautiful color combination in the sky. People's started to crowd the empty street. my mind goes back to him, how he smile whenever he see me. his smile is everything to me. A lone tear roll down my eyes but i quickly wipe it and turn around to meet his eyes. he stood three feet away, staring at me.

whenever, i look at his eyes they remind me of him. i don't know the reason why, but they held the same emotion, not like that he ever me show any emotion other than anger heck he never show it to his parents anything, but his eyes is what always captive me just like his. our stare broke when someone a knock at his door. he walk to his chair and sat on it. "come in" he said and i turn to look outside again, his P.A. walk inside .

" Mr. bruce, the driver is here" she inform him, I grab my bag and phone to leave when he call me.

"Rose". I turn toface him standing in the middle of the room.. His P.A. leave taking it as asign and I sat on a chair across him.

" um would you like to go out for dinner" he said. I stare at his face with confusion. Is he asking me to go out with him, the great zyan bruce asking his so called fake wife. I feel tingle in my stomach but .

"why" I ask, raising my brow at him. " well, shouldn't i take my wife out for dinner" he said like stating a fact.

"Fake wife, mr. bruce " I corrected him. Who do he think of himself huh.

' The famous, devilish, sexy , hot and heavenly handsome business man' my conscience stated and I scoffed. ' you sure have lot of words to describe'.

He gave me a look " Iknow—he started but I brush it off. " i am not going anywhere" i said and rose up frommy seat, grabbing my bag I walk to his door and twisting the door knob, I stepout in a second.

My lips curved up not know why, I quickly make my way to his private elevator and enter. It only has three buttons, I press lobby button. It take 15 minutes for me to get out of his building. I spotted Johnson, he open a door for me and i thank him before sitting inside.

we reach home in half an hour, i got out and again thank him, making my way inside the mansion. i head straight my room. i took a quick shower and change in comfy clothes. My coffee is already waiting for me on coffee table. I mentally thank sara for this. She always gave me coffee everyday with snacks. I open my PC, and started to do my work, I was so into the work that I didn't realize the time. Its already half pass seven almost dinner time, I shut it down and make my way downstairs. The whole area was in silent no sound expect the sound which coming from kitchen so its possible there is someone cooking dinner. I head further down and look around. I didn't see any other servents, they usally leave at 8.

" sara" I call but no response. " sara are you there" I again call her but no response again. i make my way to kitchen to look for sara but stop dead in my track. there is no sara or head maid but my fake husband, wrapping an apron in his waist, wearing a grey tank top with black sweetpants, putting a sauce in the pasta.

He look back from his shoulder and smile a little and turn back to whatever he is doing. My eyes bulge out after seeing his smile. This man is capable in smiling and damn that heartbreaking smile.i grinn agh i am already behaving like high school teenager.

"Good you came, dinner will be serve in five minutes" he said without looking at me. i stood there like statue staring him doing his work gracefully. when he felt my presence still he turn and took steps forword, i watch his every move not moving a bit.

he stood in front of me, staring me for a while, i felt something moving in my arm and it was his fingure which moving gracefully sending a tingle. it is the first time he is touching me not that we never came to an contact with each other skin, we sometime shake our hand when he used to come, mr. black office but this time it is a gentle touch. he grab my hand and make me to sit in barstool. he quickly turn to do his left work and i watch him with so much interest.

he open upper cabinate and hand me a bottle of champange and two glasses, and serve pasta in two plates when motion with his head to follow him and i did holding the bottle of champange in my hand and glasses. he take me to upstairs to the balcony which decorate with small lighting and white flowers. A small table with two chairs set in the middle , it has a beautiful white flowers placed in a glass vase. the view it gave is peacefull and calming. i didn't realise when he placed food and bottle.

' when did he take it from me'. i thought. 'when you are busy admiring the scene' my conscience answered. i mentally groan again she . 'why she never leave me alone ' complain. ' because i am your part, honey' it said. i roll my eyes ' yeah my part m-- wait why i am talking to myself at this point. i came back from my self talking.

zyan stood there, holding a chair waiting for me to sit , with amused look, i gave him a sleepish smile with red face and sat emmbaresed. but i feel happy thinking that i can amuse him. he chuckle a little than sat on his side. he open a champange bottle and fill the both glasses. he gesture me to eat and i did.

i dig in and ate two full spoon pasta, zyan didn't lift his spoon looking at me for my reaction. first time , i saw an excitement in his eyes. i must say the pasta he make is super delicious, man this is like an expensive dish for me right now, i want to compliment him that it is tasty and i like it but what's the fun if i didn't tease him a little. i am angry with him right and on the top of it his wife, fake or not i am his wife so i change my expression into sour one, showing him i didn't like it but still ate another full spoon.

" do you not like it" he ask, his excitment disappear and face become blank. i stare at him for a seconds than nod a little " its ok, i can manage" i said.

he unlock his phone and put it near his ears. " order some food and send it here in 10 minutes" he order and cut the call. . he place mine and his plate on a other side. i look at him wide eyes. he believe me, like this man who never believe in his father is believing me.

'because you pretend to not liking it' my conscience said.

" don't worry, you won't have to mange" he said looking at his phone. dissapointment iis clear in his eyes but he quickly mask it. In past two weeks, i observed him, he is a secretive man, never try to open up and show his emotions. That is the thing, i don't like because i am also like him. when you learn how to control your feelings, you become very dangerous.

"zyan" i call him but no response. so i again call him. " zyan" " umm" he hummed not looking at me.

" look at me" i said. he look at me for a brief moment than back at his phone. i sigh maybe i shoudn't tease him i thought but he is n ot like sensitive person.

"won't you look at me" i ask making my voice a little hurt. he gave me his full attention when he hear my hurt voice.

" i love it" i said. he stare at me with raise eyebrow. i smile. " i am just teasing you, the food you make is two time's better than an expensive restaurent dishes" i compliment him. he smile giving me his charming smile but it disappear as it come.

i smirk at him, he realise, i trip him and he fall in it. " what" he ask irritatidly. " you really fall for it" i said and laught " you should have seen your face" i said still laughing.

" i didn't" he spat but not in angry way. " yeah you sure" i tease.

" yes" i said aand place back his plate and start eating. i aslo place my plate. " so would you tell me why this prepration" i ask motioning around with my pointed fingure.

" well my wife didn't want to go out with me so this is a request For ---" he said giving his full attention. i rose my brow at him, putting a full spoon of pasta in my mouth. he place his spoon down. " peace In between us" he completed,waiting for my response but i didn't reply. he sigh.

" rose, i know that i treated tou like you didn't exist but i have my reasons and you won't like that, I know we're in this marriage because of contract but we can try to be friends" he pause for a second, "i am not saying sorry, if you want to hear but we can try to be normal for th eworld , we'll act like couple and inside this house, i want us to become friends not strangers" he said, i smile at the thought of becoming friend atleast it not only me who doesn't like the way we're in these past weeks.

" so what you say" he ask and i nodded. "i like this option, it better than becoming a invisible" i taunted but assure him with my smile.

he raise his glass in the air for me to and i did the same, " friends" i ask and he nodded " not invisible" he said backing me my own words, i glare at him playfully but smile. we werehalf way through our dinner when i ask.

" why did you chose white roses" i ask curious about that

" because they're your favourite" he answer. i was stunned, because they are my favourite no one know about that not even hailey.

" how do you know" i ask to which he smirk. " i know a lot aabout my wife" he said smirking and i frose. he knows what did he mean by that. i started to feel panick but i control myself. i gave him little smile and start eating my food.

we finish our food and sat there looking out , the tress which look more darker than before, clear sky which let the stars to shine. we sat there quitly not wanting a break the comfortable silence. spending a hour there, he ask me to go inside because of the cold breeze. he walk me to my door and open it for me, i step inside but his hand caugh my wrist to stop me.

" what" i ask he didn't answer, he move closer and kiss me on my forehead lightly, " good night, flower" he said.

"you too mr. rude" i said, he chuckle and i smile.

" oh and you don'thave to come anymore" he said and i stare at him in confusion. " i mean, dad is going back tommorow, so no more problems". he said .

" so my husband is not allowing me to come his office, don't worry i am going to --- he didn't let me finish.

"rose i am not forbidding you, you can come whenever you want, its just to give to timeto do your work" he said and i grinn at him.

" don't worry i am just teasing you" i said. he shook his head and muttered some but i didn't hear. gaving me a last glence , he head to his study, yeah he spent his more time in his study than his room. i went in side and close my door behind turning lights on, a gapse escape from my lips. my whole room is decorate with white flowers . A note placed on my bed and i pick it up, unfolding it .

'for the flower' is written in perfect a smile made its way on my lips, I inhale the Roses which lie on my bed , i place it in my night stand and step inside my washroom, i brush my teeth and wash my face , i step out and lay there in my bed ready to sleep.