To Love and Avenge

Chapter 13 Marry Me

“What?” he asks loudly in awe. He took my words like a bomb dropped right in his front.

“Yeah, though we argue a lot, this time is different. My situation is very maddening.”

“I guess it is,” he answered. while he look like he was lost deep in thought so I never continued.

“Did you agree?” he continued to ask curiously, he seems like interested in it. How can this man be so nosy?

“There's no way that I will be agreeing about this one. Not that I always follow dad either, I have my own personal life to deal with. marrying will be the last thing I need.

“Do you know why are you betrothed and to who?” with a furrowed brow, he asked.

“My granddad originally decided about it, on his last well, it was indicated there that whenever I reach my 30 years and still not married, I have to marry this man for the business merging. If not majority of the company’s share and stock will be distributed to choosen charities.” I patiently explained to him.

“And-?”

“My dad agrees to it. He wants to pursue the merging to save the company from shattering. In exchange for my freedom of course.”

“Okay,” he responded. Still taking in the information he just received.

I wondered. I don't know what he's been thinking, for some time he is very interested about it and curious, later on, he seems to doesn't care. I can see that his facial muscles tense for a while and later on subside.

“So what are your plans?” he later said after a brief pause.

“I still don't know yet, I told them that I have a fiancee, and we are soon getting married, and my dad has gone ballistic with it. I think he is not supporting it. He is still into that merging.”

“Oh, because he is torn between you and the company. So, you are getting married to your fiancee earlier than it should be. He must help you with your dad and then the company.” he concluded averting his eyes away from me as it becomes gloomy.

“For heaven's sake, it has been my problem now.”

“Why?” he asks with knitted brows. I guess he's not following my words.

"I don't know why I put up this idea, now, I'm thinking of just hiring somebody to pretend to be one.”

“So you mean, you lied about the fiancee part?” he asked while his eyes focused on me. Waiting for whatever response I will give.

I only nod in response, I don't know but I saw his eyes shine in relief. I can see it and clearly feel the tension he is slowly releasing at the moment until I clarified the fiancee thing.

“Are you serious?” he asks seriously, weighing my answers.

“Hell, yes. It's not like I will be pulling someone for a dance.”

“Marry me then.” he immediately offered in all seriousness.

“Wait- what?-” taken aback by his sudden offer, my eyes widen in disbelief.

“You’re hearing it right. Marry me. That way I can help you, plus we know each other already.”

I opened my mouth just to shut it again, trying to answer him but no word I can muster, it looks crazy enough, I wanted to say something but I cannot. I dont know if he is serious or he is just bluffing on me. But one thing that is I'm sure of, Im not gonna take his offer. That’s literally picking up a stone to hit my own head. Now, this seems crazier. He looks serious though, but knowing him? Well, this sounds no good.

“This is craziness.” I dotted while shaking my head.

“Of course not. It’s a win-win sulotion. This will help you. I wanted to help.”

“You know what, Thank you for your thoughtfulness just now, but I guess I must be going. We are getting crazy here.” I stand up to walk out. I need some air to breathe. I can't stand the things that have been happening to me this whole day. And now this?

“You are not going anywhere.” he declared and stood up too.

“And why not?” I questioned, arching my brows in disbelief.

“Because I said so.”

“What? Are you out of your mind? It's not that you just said so, means I will obey you. Who do you think you are?” getting the nerve out of me. I frustratingly crossed my arms in my chest.

“Who am I? I'm your fiancee,” he said confidently.

I was struck dumbfounded by his words, yes, he talk with all the seriousness in his eyes. I can sense that he is really serious, but what is he getting about it? He must really be bluffing.

“Thats rididculous and absolutely crazy.” narrowing my eyes in anger.

“Now, you are not going anywhere other than here. Tomorrow, I will send you home, I will acompany you and I will talk to your dad regarding this matter.”

“And who give you the idea that I agreed?”

“No one,” he said not minding my reactions, instead he walk to the door and lock it. Nah. I'm not panicking that the door is being lock, but I'm freaking out, knowing that he is dead serious this time, and my system can't accepts the idea that I am being controlled.

I want to be in control, no one should dictate me as to what to do. Not my dad, not him, and should be nobody.

“You don't have the right to decide for me. You shameless bastard.”

“Call me whatever you like, but that is final. You are not going anywhere and we are getting married as soon as possible, I will help your company, so this is not that hard–”

PAK!!!

Shock registered in his eyes as his muscles tensed up. By the look of him, I can see that he is mad. Out of my frustration, I intentionally slap his face to make him stop. Who gives him the right to decide for me?

“Are you crazy?” I shouted.

“I guess I am. But my offer still stand. And Oh, by the way, It's no longer an offer, I have decided to marry you. And that is final, whether you like it or not. Its a help.”

I Shake my head furiously in frustration. I cant imagine myself being married to him, that it would be craziness and in all fairness, it will be a big disaster after another. I manage to take a few steps backward hoping that everything is a nightmare. But it's not, Im here in his house with his shirt on me and debating with him about marriage. Why do people around me want to be in control of my life? My life has been working perfectly fine with my plans of revenge, but now, another problem is being put in the way. And people around me are getting crazy about taking control. I'm not gonna allow it. I'm not gonna allow them to take hold of me.

I walk past him to the door, but it has a passcode so… Screams the voice in my head

What a house, simple looking with a few Spanish touches but has a passcode!?

“Open the door,” I commanded.

“No way.”

I wanted to throw tantrums, this man is really impossible. I wanted to strangle him to death, but I'm not that brutal. So as much as possible even if I'm in a state of wrecking things, I have to be logical.

“Please open the door before I will end up breaking it.”

I said, trying so hard not to lose control. But he seems to be not listening instead, he just looks at me, and it irritated me more, so I walk to the nearest window and pick up a piece of art craft to break it for me to escape the suffocating sorrounding. But before I can do it, a pair of strong arms pull me by my waist to stop me.

“I said open the door before you suffer-” before i can finish my words, i felt myself being thrown at the sofa and is being crushed by his weight.

“How dare you!” I shouted. Pushing him and kicking. But he keep me pinned beneath him, disabling me to move.

He looked so pissed, hell… I'm more than pissed too. Why do I have to be in this situation? Why has this life of mine bacame so terribly miserable? I keep on asking while struggling to break free from him.

What he did next was what made me astounded. He claims my lips in a punishing way. Hurting and punishing it, sucking it until I tasted blood and became swollen. Like a hungry leech, he sucks the life out of me. With eyes wide open in astonishment, I struggled and tried harder to push him. But my strength is nothing compared to his. Every time I exert extra force, he also exerts some more. Tired from combating, I retreated under his power, and I am starting to accept my defeat. My defense is weakening and… And my own body starts to traitor me, cheating me with its burning feeling, and submitting itself to his will. My mind is yelling for resentment, but my body responded oppositely, recognizing my submission, the once punishing and painful kiss, now slowly turning into a very passionate one. And what I later realize is that I am already responding naturally to his assaults. Allowing him to access more inside me, and letting him roam to discover more from me. The pain from the kiss has already subsided, replacing it with a tingling sensation, tickling all over. It sends shivers and chills dispite the burning feeling of disgust. I later started to enjoy the warmth that it provides. Even in the realization that I have to stop him from doing this, because it is so wrong and it shouldn’t be happening. Even if I am fully aware of my barely nakedness under his oversized shirt, I couldn’t care less, I never still get the courage to refrain, instead, I cling on to his neck, pulling him closer, closing the small gap between our burning bodies. But he pulls himself away from me a little. I felt empty and disgusted by his action as he stop for a while to look at me with eyes full of lust. Assessing my reaction and my responses. It felt so surreal that I am starting to like the things he is doing to me. Being introduced to this whole new sensation, I pull him and kiss him back passionately never minding the outcome. I never missed it as he curls up his lips and pulls a smile-a sign of winning over me before we succumb to a sinful bliss.

Slowly fell asleep under his warm embrace, purring comfortably beside him with my head resting right above his chest. Listening the melodic rhythm of his rumbling heartbeat, I feel an unexplicable peace and security. This all is new to me, and it frightens me. I never once relied upon anyone even in my own family. But this man is exceptional. Even from the wrath, we had toward each other years ago. He manage to make me feel something like a reminder that I am still a woman, a fragile one like my mother used to teach me. Which is more frightining than the times when my life has only relied on the tip of a gun.