Chapter 62: 62 ~ Mira
If there was anything I knew about men like Jace, it was that they liked traditional women.
If I was going to win him over, I had to devise a foolproof plan to lure him in.
When we got home that night, that was all I could think of.
I had to make him think I had accepted my fate and was going to stay forever. That was the only way this would work without any hint of suspicion.
I had to do everything he wanted. I needed to be his damsel in distress who always needed saving just so I could massage his ego.
This was way out of my character but I was going to do it anyways. Anything to break myself free.
I started off my cleaning up after him despite the fact there were helps available to get it done.
One time, he had just had dinner in his home office and instead of letting a help get the plates when he was done, I went in there and did it myself, much to his surprise. Of course he refused at first, stating that he had workers for this exact reason but with a smile on my face, I insisted and he eventually let me.
I nursed his gun wound by myself until his hand was totally healed. I did not speak until I was spoken to and whenever he wanted me to get in bed, I did it without question, pretending to enjoy the sex more than I actually did even when it was a good bang.
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On this particular morning, I got into the kitchen to prepare his meals myself. I woke up earlier than him and found myself in the kitchen with the chef as he was starting up breakfast.
"Good morning ma’am. Can I help you with something?" He asked, looking visibly surprised that I was in here so early.
"Good morning. Well, yes." I said.
He nodded. "Anything ma’am."
"I want to make my husband’s meals from now on." I announced.
"Ma’am?"
"I’m not trying to take your job I promise," I said quickly.
I watched him sigh in relief, biting back my own chuckle. It was so early and I had made a grown man’s heart race.
"Okay, that’s a relief."
I let myself laugh a bit.
"I just need to know what he likes and know how to make them. You can cook for everyone else but I just want to handle his meals."
"No problem ma’am." He agreed.
I washed my hand and joined him shortly afterwards, listening to him passionately talk about different recipes and how Jace liked some particular meals. I took note of everything as he spoke and even typed some on my phone.
When that was over, I decided to start with what I do best - baking. I baked a simple loaf of banana bread for Jace to have for lunch. I packed it up in a lunch bag with some other stuff for him.
When I gave the lunch bag to him after his breakfast, he could not hide his surprise.
"Here you go," I said, handing to him with a grin.
"What is this?" He asked with his typical frown.
"Your lunch."
"Lunch?" His brow arched.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Why...?"
I placed my arms around his neck, pretending to arrange the nonexistent creases on his collar.
"I just thought about how skinny you’ve been looking. You haven’t been eating well and you look so stressed." I pouted, rubbing on his chin.
"Um, thanks?"
It sounded like a question but I responded anyways.
"You’re welcome." I said, planting a peck on his lips before waving him off. "Have a nice day!"
He walked away slowly. I could tell he was fighting the urge to look back at me.
I smiled in fulfillment. Slowly but surely my plan was working.
"You seem to be learning fast,"
I was startled at the sound of Donna Carmela’s voice. Apparently she had been watching me for a bit, seated at the table. To be honest, I did not even remember she was in the room watching all this unfold.
"I don’t understand." I feigned confusion.
"I’m sure you know what I’m talking about." She said with a lopsided grin.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about." I maintained.
"I hope you’re resilient enough to finish what you’ve started."
I frowned, confused at what she was getting at.
"What?"
"Men like Jace are hard to love but when you fall, it’s even harder to let go." She said slowly.
My scowl went deeper. Who said anything about love? This was a game.
"And when men like him fall in love, they would never let that woman go no matter what stunt she pulls. It’s either him or no one else."
I let myself ponder on her words for a bit.
"Donna, I still don’t know what you’re driving at." I denied.
She chuckled and nodded, biting into her sandwich.
"All I’m saying is that you should be prepared for anything. Make sure you win this game you’re trying to play."
I said nothing else to her as I walked away. There was nothing to say anyways. She would just keep going on speaking in proverbs and parables. I did not have time for that.
But her words had unfortunately taken root in my mind and I had to do everything to shake off the feeling that she was right.
What if Jace falls in love with me and refuses to let me go, soiling all my plans in the long run? That would be horrible.
I did not think it was possible for me to fall for him. There was nothing about his character I wanted to fall in love with. He was attractive and very wealthy no doubt but that was it. He was unkind and unnecessarily brutal. I could not imagine myself spending the rest of my life being married to someone like that.
And his mother was wrong for thinking he’s capable of love. He was as cold as ice and had the heart of stone.
And for that reason, he was not deserving of the love of a woman like me.