Irresistible Love novel Chapter 6

Ivona Pov

"Why was I suddenly asked or should I say more likely commanded to get back here?" I threw my bag pack on the couch as I glared at Alex who poured himself a glass of wine from my bar.

"Why? You seemed to be miffed off by the situation," he took a sip from his wine as he walked towards the couch and sat on it with the glass of wine in his hand.

"Of course I'm miffed! Alex! Do you not understand this? I left your grandmom alone! so suddenly even though she told me to stay back a little more. Do you know how bad I was feeling at that moment when I declined it only because of you? For god's sake, you didn't even tell me the reason why you asked me to come back all of a sudden when you yourself had agreed to let me stay in there for a little longer," I exhaled out the breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"I feel like it," was his blunt answer.

"You! You f-feel like it?" I asked flabbergasted.

He seemed to be lost in deep thoughts as he whirled his wine in his glass staring blankly at it.

"Alex!"

"What?"

"I'm asking you a question!"

"And why do you think that I will be answering any of it?" he asked as all of a sudden he glared at me. Those grey eyes of his squinting at me with what seemed like hatred for a moment before he slammed the glass on the coffee table and got up adjusting his suit all the while maintaining the glare at me.

"Why do you do this?" I was surprised that today I found my voice to speak up.

I had just enough...

He narrowed his eyes momentarily before edging his head to a side which indicated he wanted to hear further.

"Why do you do this all the time? What have I done for you to hate me-"

"I don't hate you Ivona!" he cut me off in the middle but that didn't stop me from striking back verbally.

"And you don't even like me either! Let's be honest here..." arching my eyebrows at him I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared back at him.

It was true. There was nothing in between us. Even though we were engaged there was nothing in between us. We weren't lovers...we were not even friends... I don't even know what we were to each other. Our marriage was a part of a business deal which I was aware of from the beginning and from the day I met him...I thought we could at least get to know each other and at least let this work but every time I try to warm up to him...he moves away giving me the cold shoulder. For the world, we were just like some high profile romantic couple soon to be married off but it was far from the truth.

Mr. ALexadru Lascar who was supposed to be my future husband wanted nothing to do with me and I don't know why but even though he had never agreed to this he has always tried to make it obvious to me...indirectly.

"Look! Don't forget the situation in which we were both tie-"

"I remember! You don't need to remind this to me every single time! I do remember! My grandfather made a deal with your father to marry off his granddaughter in order to pay the debt that your father provided to save my late dad's company. I remember..." my voice lower down a little at the end and he seemed a little tense after hearing that.

"But I want you to remember this as well. This deal was made in order to save my company and your father agreed to deal because he wanted the company and now let's be honest over here...aye?" his jaws clenched at my words but then he didn't speak a word because he knew I was telling the truth.

Or was it something else?

I remember the time when I woke up in the hospital bed alone surrounded by IV's and machines. My head was bandaged and I had a broken rib. But then I couldn't recognise anything or anyone...let alone remember my own name. Then after being stuck up for two days finally Alex's father showed up who reminded me of who I was. But then he told me that I was in a car accident with me losing some part of my memories. It didn't affect me that much because I could barely remember anything...but then he told me my only family...my grandfather was also in the accident but unlike me, he lost his life.

The pain I felt was unbearable. It was worse than the broken rib because it troubled me that I couldn't even remember the sole family member who has already passed away. I was sad and scared. I couldn't understand what to do.