Marrying Mr. Arrogant
Chapter 5
“What? What the hell is your problem?”
My mouth was gaped, staring at him with surprise. I couldn’t believe him, he wouldn't stop until he would convince me.
“You.”
The determination in his eyes was disturbing me.
“Burn your fatuous desires, Mr Cannedy. I won’t marry you. In fact, you are the last man I would prefer.”
Hissing, I slammed my hands. Determined to not marry this man as I turned to leave. Before he could continue his mindless wish, I walked out.
“What is his problem? Is that how people should marry? Why should ‘I’ marry him? Why bind my life with a stone?”
I was constantly muttering those questions under my breath while walking as far as possible from him.
Sadly, he had decided to become my shadow and followed my trails, also resolved to convince me to marry him.
“What more do you want me to do for you, Saafia?!”
He shouted before the whole office. I gasped, my body was stiff suddenly at his call which gained the attention of everyone.
“What the hell?”
Mumbling, I pressed my hand over my heart, sensing how abnormally my sensations were augmenting.
I didn’t dare to move an inch and at my lack of reaction, the sound of his expensive heels approached me. Standing behind me, I trembled at his addictive scent and muscular body behind me.
“Stop running away from me.”
His tone went lowest and smoothest in could go, acting proficiently. He tugged my sleeves carefully to not touch me and made me turn to him.
“Marry me,”
Everyone’s jaw dropped when he proposed to me in my office on the very first day. Making it OBVIOUS that he bought the company because of me.
My face was red from embarrassment, my breaths became heavy at his unbelievable proposal.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?”
My voice was lower than a whisper so no one could hear, leaning forward and unintentionally closing our gap.
“I am selfish to the core and I want you, I will get you. Don’t worry, I am not an abusive monster… or a serial killer- at least.”
He smirked darkly. His one hand was in his pocket dominantly and offered his other hand to me.
“Please marry me.”
He spoke loudly to ensure this echoed everywhere, making sure I won’t be able to return here.
“Say yes! Say yes!”
Shit, shit, shit.
“I need to talk to you. Alone.” I blurted out abruptly, putting my hand in the air, moving away from him, earning disappointment from everyone.
“Sure. Come.” He shrugged his shoulders and we went back to the cabin.
The second we entered and closed the door, I burst my fury, “What the hell is your problem?! What are you doing?!” I whisper-yelled.
He had no reaction. As if it meant nothing to him.
“If you have conditions, tell me. We can make a fair deal, I need you to make them feel horrible. If there is anything you want me to do then tell me, like prepare the best medical care for your father…? Anything.” He suggested calmly.
“What type of stone are you? Do you think you can buy relationships?” I growled.
No one had frustrated me to this point in my entire life- not even those bratty kids of your relatives.
“Yes, I can. I can do anything for my purpose and you have seen it now too. Place your price.” He offered in a low, husky tone, standing right before me.
I swallowed hard, narrowing my eyes with a hint of rage flickering in them but he discarded them and brought his hand closer to my cheek.
“I know you are a delusional and dreamy woman, probably waiting for a charming prince- drop that dream. That won’t happen. Enter my life.”
Stunned, I put my hand in between to stop him from touching me which earned a tempting chuckle from him. How wicked.
He was all beauty, no soul.
His voice went deeper, taking a strand of my hair, leading to my ear.
“Let me show you the dark side of this world.” He murmured, causing my skin to crawl.
“A world where people like you can never survive.” He enunciated, pushing me to the edge before pulling away. I knew he would use all methods to make me marry him.
Deep down, I felt like it was more than revenge.
A strong desire he was concealing professionally and using our cheater partners as an excuse to hide the ‘real’ reason.
‘How hard and dark his world could be? Does he truly believe he could change me?’ I thought.
Gathering my thoughts, I mentally prepared myself and called him, “You know what?”
Arching an eyebrow, he looked from his shoulder, “I am ready.”
“What?” He blinked, turning fully to me with an eerie yet ominous excitement creeping on his features.
“I said I am ready to marry you. I am giving you one year to change my thoughts, to change me.” I declared, taking a step forward.
If he was resolved to change me then I was too, to not bulge my personality. I won’t change myself.
“One year?”
“Not Enough?”
“More than enough.” He smirked devilishly.
Closing our distance, I pressed my index finger over his heart, feeling the expensive fabric of his coat. Staring dead into his eyes.
He also became serious, holding my collar to incline our faces dangerously closer. The hint of no emotions, no attachment.
“Let me make this ‘very’ clear- You can never change me, Dariel Cannedy.”
“We will see who will change in the end, Saafia Blooms. I am sure one day this altruistic demeanor will drown you.” He declared.
Ripping us apart and setting his tie to assert his superiority to which I scoffed in return.
“Worry about your heartless soul first,”
With this, he returned to our work to prepare for the worst marriage where two entirely different souls were about to meet-
A worthless relationship was about to begin.
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