My Arranged Husband

Chapter Eight

Ryan's POV:

It has been five hours since I sat here, in my bedroom not able to decide what to do. I have tried several times to get her through her phone, but the line is dead. But I know I can't simply sit here and hope that she will come back by herself.

Is she stupid? Doesn't she know what will happen if the paparazzi get a hold of this?

I have to go out and meet my personal detective, Davis Thompson. I think he can help me with this.

I took out my phone and called him at the same time I grabbed my Audi's key.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." He said as he received my call after the second beep.

"Hello. I need a help." Talking to him I started to walk to my garage.

"Tell me, how can I help you?"

"You have to find someone without letting her know."

"Who?" I can feel that his brows are now furrowed in confusion.

"Pearl. She-" I didn't complete as something about the garage caught my attention.

"She?"

"Scratch that. I am giving you the number of a car. Find it soon and call me. Note it down the number is ******"

"OK, I will let you know about it soon enough. Bye."

"Bye." I hanged up.

I thought you are much clever than that. Really Pearl? You took your car with you? Even a crazy person can do better than that. Oh, am not complaining. You just made it easier for me to find you. Stupid girl.

With these thoughts my lips formed in a smirk.

Pearl's POV:

I threw my backpack on the bed as soon as I entered the room I had booked.

"Room, sweet room." I exhaled, taking a look of the interior. It's the half of my bedroom and less attractive. But this will do for the next few hours or at the most one day if he is clever enough.

Thinking why? Oh, come on, I hope you don't think that I am a big fool to bring my car with me when I am trying to hide.

Yeah, got it right. I brought it with me to give him something to find me. I know I have to go back but I can't do that on my own. I have reputation to keep.

By doing this, he can find me with much effort and he have to kiss my ass to take me back with him.

I am so smart, aren't I?

Now I can relax for the rest of the time. If I'm not wrong, I will be having my supper at his house. For lunch, I can hit the McDonald.

What? Can't the rich have local fast food? Nonsense.

I will be waiting for you, Mr. Ryan Anderson.

Ryan's POV:

"Mr. Anderson, good news. I have found the car. It is parked in front of a motel called "the Nightingale's motel" and here is the address." Davis informed me as he handed me a piece of paper with a address written on it.

"Thanks, Davis. Here is your check." I said giving him his p*****t.

"That was my job, Mr. Anderson. I will take your leave then."

I nodded in reply.

I found you spoiled brat. I will teach you a lesson for pulling this act as soon as I get the chance. That is my promise to you.

I reached the said address half an hour later. I entered the motel and went to the reception to know if she is here. She should be here, cause I saw her car in the parking lot.

"Is someone called Pearl Anderson is here?" I asked the receptionist.

She looked at me and blinked her eyes. Surely she is awestruck by my looks but she didn't looked like the flirty types.

"Uh. I can't give you any information of our guests, Sir." She said politely.

"She is my wife." I said desperately. I must say it feels good to call her my wife.

Ryan, what is this? Stop being ridiculous. It doesn't feel good or anything.

"Still, I can't give you any information. I am sorry."

I sighed feeling helpless. "Can you call her and tell her that her husband is looking for her?"

I don't think Pearl will want to see me if she knows it is me. But I have no other way but forcing. I have to take this chance.

I hope she won't create a scene here and will meet me without any drama.

But knowing Pearl, she can't live without dramas.

Miss drama Queen.

Pearl's POV:

The telephone kept on the bedside table started to ring. I reached for it to know what they want to tell me. Its not like I can't guess.

"Yes?" I said promptly, receiving the call.

"Ma'am, someone called Ryan Anderson is looking for you. He said he is your husband. Should I give him your room number or any kind of information?" The lady who called said to me.

"Can you give me his description?" I said in order to make the conversation long and make him wait more.

"Umm... He is what we call Greek God, his height is more than six feet, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes and he is wearing a dark blue suit which will cost more than my two months salary." She replied with a little bit stuttering, I can tell that she is nervous.

What to say? Ryan have that affect on women.

"Oh, I think he is telling the truth. Send him to my room. If we don't come out the room in ten minutes, call the police. You don't know I have so many crazy admirers." I said dramatically.

"Huh? Sure ma'am. Take care." Her voice was full with concern.

"Thanks." I said hanging up.

I think I will have late lunch at his home not supper. He is fast.

I am really impressed. Well done Ryan Anderson or whoever worked for you.