You Give Love A Bad Name
Summary : He will do everything to get her back in his life, nothing will stop him
A/N : This story wasn't beta'ed so all mistakes are mine
Since I'm also working on Decisions and ML this story won't be updated as often as the others, something like every two weeks
And last but not not least, this story is based on a book I read some time ago and also some ideas I wanted to develop in My Life. Unfortunately, I don't remember the title of the book, so if you ever read one and its story line looks like the one of the fic it might be because the story is based on that book. I'm saying that because I don't want to be accused of plagia. It was a book from the Harlequin collection
and I can't remember where I put the book. The story is about a guy whose sister had an accident and is in coma. He goes to England to bring back his wife to Italy because of his sister and then they will have to pretend to be still in live because she has lost her memory and all. Just so you know, the story isn't going to be like that , I'm just using some ideas from the bookThis fic is dedicated to my Bouliepooe for finding the title of this story!
Chapter One
Sydney was putting some books on the shelves when the door of her shop opened, not turning around to see who it was she carried on what she was doing, Mary would take care of the customer. She was singing an old song, when she noticed Mary standing on her right, looking a little bit at ease, she smiled to her and got up.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked, taking other books out of the cardboard.
"Well ... there is someone, .. he ... he."
"Mary what's wrong?"
"He told me he was your husband." she said so quickly that Sydney almost didn't hear her, but she did. Her face turned pale, the books she was holding fall on the floor. Her employee was looking at her, not understanding what was happening. "But he is not your husband, right? I mean you aren't married, you don't have any wedding ring on your finger..."
"What does he look like?"
"He is tall, he has blond hair and has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen and ..."
"Thank you, you can take the rest of your day." She said cutting her off, already knowing who was that person. Her nightmare was coming true.
"What? I don't need to go home, I can stay..."
"No thank you, I will take care of everything, go home."
"Are you sure you will be fine? Do you even know who this guy is?" she asked, a little bit scared for her boss, she liked her and didn't want her to be hurt.
"Yes, he is my husband." she answered, picking up the fallen books from the floor and putting them away. She didn't look at her as she said that, not wanting to answer to the questions Mary probably had.
She hadn't seen him for almost three long years, what the hell was he doing here? She had made it clear before leaving him that she didn't want to see him again because she knew it would only cause her more pain. She took several deep breaths before walking toward the counter where he was leafing through a book. Feeling eyes on him, he put the book back at its place before turning around to look at her. He stared at her a few seconds with a smile on his face.
"You are as beautiful as you were last time I saw you."
"What are you doing here?"
"What? No 'Hey Michael, long time no see or I missed you'?" he said sarcastically.
"No."
"Well then I'm going to do it, hey Sydney, long time no see, how are you? It's been a while!"
"What are you doing here?" she asked again, not wanting him to stay in her library for too long.
"I'm here to see my wife!" he answered before adding when he saw her face. "Oh no, you've forgotten that you were married haven't you? I knew it, I should have come sooner." he said glaring at her. "Because whatever you like or not, we are married."
"Only on the paper, we haven't shared a house and let alone a bed for almost three years."
"That's why I'm here, I want you back."
"You want me back? Back where?"
"Home, I want you to give us another chance." he said as Sydney started to laugh.
"Not going to happen, I will never ever live with you again, I don't want to stay married to you. We are done, there is nothing left between us to save."
"If I were you I wouldn't think that, I don't think you understand Sydney, this wasn't a proposal. You are going to share a house with me again, and yes it's looks like an order because it's one and before you slap me, let me tell you that you don't have the choice."
