His Wife Her Answer

By Danielle Yosere

Tyler needs a wife to fix his reputation. Lucy needs an answer to her problem. Are they one and the same? After a quick marriage agreement, they have a long journey ahead of them. Will they stay together? Or will things be more complicated than they expected? Come along for the ride! Find out what happens to Tyler and Lucy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9780359154678

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His Wife Her Answer

His Wife, Her Answer

Book One of Choices and Answers Series

July 1, 2018

Lulu Press

Danielle Yosere (Author Lady)

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His Wife Her Answer by Danielle Yosere Published by Lulu Publishing Company: 627 Davis Dr. #300, Morrisville, NC 27560

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© 2018 Danielle Yosere

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For all the world changers.

Tyler Shadder

I had flown in from Paris for this meeting. Devan had guaranteed me that this was the one. I sigh, flopping onto the couch in the hotel room where I had met my best friend.

She's ambitious. She has a family. She has everything she could ever want or need. She even has a church! Although, that brings me to wonder, is she really in church? Or is it for her parent's benefit? Either way, why would she want to marry me? I ask him exasperated. He had told me he found me a wife. Oh man, did he. She's everything a man could want to have as a wife. I watch her on the other couch as she begins to stir in her drug-induced sleep. Devan shouldn't have drugged her, to begin with.

Do you want a wife or not? Devan questions me with a smirk on his face because he already knows my answer.

I groan loudly. I need a wife. I'm desperate, but I didn't think I was desperate enough to have my drug dealing friend kidnap and drug a woman he met at a coffee shop. Although I honestly doubt how much of a drug dealer he really is, he helps too many people, he’s too nice… he’s probably using it as a cover identity. He’s not doing a good job at it though. I shake my head.

Devan had told me all about her over text message as I was on the way here. She’s amazing. She’s worked with kids. She has a spotless record. She helps around in the community. She takes care of her parents and is working on her business degree. Devan already dropped her from the college before he called me. He has friends who are hackers, so he had them do that. I don’t understand hacking. He wanted to give me the time to convince her to stay with me before people started asking too many questions. The whole situation would cause suspicion. I wasn’t worried about people. I was worried about the media. The attention she would get in Paris for being my wife. I was worried her family would come and take her back home. I was worried I would get in too deep emotionally and then she would leave. That was the last thing I needed. I needed a forever solution. By the look on my friend’s smug face, he believes he found just that for me. I don’t understand how. I hear her moving on the couch

She's waking up, Devan. I'm going to leave and get something to eat. Let me know when you need me to come back, I mutter getting up and leaving the plain hotel room he had reserved this morning.

Earlier today, I was thinking that my life couldn't get any worse. Now, my life has been flipped, spun, turned backward, and dropped to the floor. I mean, if I get caught with Devan and all this I'm going to have a kidnapping on my record. I can't believe I let Devan talk me into letting him handle my personal life. I should have just went to an online dating site. I'm such an idiot. I pinch the bridge of my nose and drive to the city.

I get out and I walk around downtown in a small city. I get a hot coffee and sit at a table outside at a green lady’s café. Waiting for Devan to call me to go back to the hotel. It's been about two hours. I realize right then, I had made another mistake. I left that woman alone with Devan. When the man wants something, he usually gets it which means he’d be stubborn and persistent, argumentative, and…determined. I jump up and rush to my car. I get in and drive in a hurry back to the hotel. I throw the car into park and run up to the room. I arrive just in time to see Devan talking to her in this sickeningly, annoyingly, sweet voice he gets when he's trying to coerce someone into something. He wouldn’t hurt her, but being a trickster is all him.

Listen, you said you needed help. I'm here to give you that help. You just have to trust me and the process, Devan tells her and then he looks up to see me. He winks at me. His signal for saying she's going to agree.

I walk over to them and see that she's fully awake now... but also calm. She's extremely calm. For a woman who was just kidnapped, this is odd. What is going on here? Wait, Devan said she needed his help? Why is she so calm?! Why does she need help? Is there something I'm missing? What would an upstanding woman need help with? What would he be able to help her with?

Lucy

I wake up and my head spins a little. I open my eyes to a, thankfully, dim room. I realize I'm not at home. Where am I? I look around slowly, my head still spinning, why was my head spinning? I stop moving and take a deep breath. I figure out that I'm in a hotel room. I can't pinpoint which one, the room is so plain and dullish. I hear someone humming. My eyes flit to the back of the room.

Devan, the guy I met at the coffee shop yesterday is here. What's going on? I frown. I don't recall how I came to be here. Then the moments start coming back like a long-forgotten memory. I close my eyes.

I had ordered my mocha at the little ma and pa's coffee shop downtown. I went and sat down at the table for two near the back of the shop. I was far away from the windows. Beginning to cry, this guy walks up to me: Devan. This blonde haired, cigarette smelling guy; sits down in front of me like it’s a normal everyday occurrence. He talks to me for a while and I explain my situation. I knew he didn't know me and that he didn't know anyone closely related to me. He's not from my hometown. I tell him everything. He listens and asks polite questions. He doesn't judge me or condemn me for wanting to run from my problem. He instead offers me a deal, if I could meet him today then he would solve my problem. Devan tells me how he would take care of everything. I told him he must be crazy.

He laughed and said it would only work if I was as well. I laughed with him and agreed to meet him in the same place. I was crazy, but I had to try. I can't recall after that or coming to the hotel. I feel a numbness like a drug fading from my system.

Oh, good you're awake, Devan says jumping up and bringing a mug with him when he comes over to where I'm at. As he walks the aroma of coffee floats through the air. He offers me the mug he carried, and I calmly take it. You must have a lot of questions, he grins a little too much for my liking. I keep a calm face on and nod taking a sip of the coffee. Hmm... interesting, it's caramel flavored, not too bad either. Well, you had said yesterday you needed help and today we met up. I thought I would stick with my offer. I'm here to help you. You're just going to have to trust me, he explains slowly, all while keeping a positive vibe going. I see him glance behind me.

A man walks up to Devan and mutters something in his ear. Devan smirks, wait, is that right? Yes, he just smirked at the guy. My stomach flips but I keep a straight face. My instincts tell me to throw the mug and run out the door. Something keeps me in place. Despite every feeling to leave and get out; I stay. Devan turns and looks at me, I can’t decipher the meaning of that look until his hand pulls out a gun and holds it in front of my forehead.

Devan, that’s unnecessary, the man says with a certain edge to his voice. I find it hard to believe but perhaps he sounds protective. I look a little closer at this man… he’s quite handsome and good looking.

You wanted a wife, and she’ll be your wife, no problem. Right, Lucy? Devan sweetly asks me.

I nod my head. Wait for what? Oh yes, I was agreeing to marry this man I hadn’t even met; I would be his wife. I think of my home, and I think of where I want to be. Yes, I think I can completely handle being this man’s wife. Whoever he is.

Yes, I murmur. I say it loud enough that I know they heard me but low enough that hopefully gave them the impression that I’m slightly anxious. What? I can pull off a bluff, sometimes.

Devan brings the gun down and motions to a stack of papers with it. He eyes me warily. I wait for the man beside him to do something. He only brings the papers around, flips through them, and then pushes them to the edge of the table near me. I lean toward them and sigh. Marriage papers. Devan had thought this through. I think you could call this premeditated. I pick up the blue ink pen lying on the table. I flip through the pages and sign my maiden name on the dotted line. I see my- my husband’s name on the pages. I put my initials here and there in the appropriate places.

On the last page, it shows my husband’s signature and where my married name would go. I look it over and think it myself… how does one sign Shadder? I look at the table and notice a pad of legal paper. I pull it towards me. I practice my married name a few times and settle on how I like the look of my signature. I push away the notepad and sign the last line I put the papers in a neat pile and look up at both men.

There, I say as stiffly as I can muster. I can’t help it; I’m flipping out on the inside with giddiness. I’m crazy right? I must be to do what I did just now and let alone feel the way I do. I mean I’m married! I’m married. I must be insane.

The guys don’t say anything. Then Devan quietly picks up the papers and leaves without another word. My husband and I just kind of stare at each other for a minute and don’t say anything. I notice his eyes are calculating and studious. I notice how he looks like a businessman, like someone who’s used to being in front of people. Someone who’s used to always being watched and criticized. It seems we have that in common. Then it’s like the ball just started rolling.

Well, since you don’t have anything to pack, let’s get on our plane ride out of here, he says breaking the silence.

Where are we going? I ask and pause realizing I couldn’t remember his first name. It normally takes me forever to remember peoples’ names. I still have Devan’s number maybe I could call him later and ask him my newly married husband’s first name, or just to talk to someone. In the short time I knew Devan, we had become good friends. I know I can trust him.

Oh, Paris, France. I guess I should properly introduce myself. I’m Tyler Shadder, your husband, Tyler, that’s what his name was, holds out his hand for me to shake his hand like I’m just another person he’s meeting for business and not at all like I’m his wife. I wasn’t sure what I expected but this wasn’t it.

I slowly shake my head and I know he realizes his mistake in assuming things about me. I’m Lucy, your wife, I tell him without smiling taking his hand.

He pulls me to him by my hand he’s holding. It’s not a passionate-fireworks-are-going-off kiss, but for it being a while since a guy has kissed me, he’s a pretty dang good kisser. I sigh into him involuntarily. He chuckles, and the awkwardness is gone. He pulls away and we walk out of the room. We leave the hotel room hand in hand. I smile at people as we walk by. He nods at them.

We don’t say a word to each other through the drive to the airport, and until we’re on the plane I had thought he lost his ability to speak at all after that kiss…

Tyler

I don’t say a word while we’re in public. The last thing I need is someone to recognize me and start asking questions. I didn’t need that right away after we got married. I’m the bad boy that everyone knows can’t be responsible or faithful enough to have a wife. I have a reputation. One