Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 18: progress at least? .“Would you mind walking a little faster?” I call over my shoulder.Elijah raises his head, blinking at me in bafflement. He had been gawking at his phone before that, playing Candy Crush. He locks his phone and stores it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.“Excuse me?” he says, speeding up, “I’m not the one who insisted on getting smoothies before take-off”, he says, having reached my side.The two of us are hurrying through the halls of the airport, each carrying a big smoothie and trying my hardest not to bump into people. I was running terribly late. The driver had called me three times already, informing me that my plane must take off soon or else I would have to wait three hours for a free spot in the schedule of the airport.I know that it was my fault that we were late. Elijah said so already. I insisted on getting smoothies before take-off and the people, who prepared them, moved in
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 19: do cheaters burn in hell .What Jordan is doing right now?I slip my hand into the pocket of my slacks and touch my phone. I could call him.“Hello?” his voice is croaky when he finally picks up.“Jordan, hey! How are you?” I greet him, instantly feeling better now that I can hear his voice.“Sleeping”, he grumbles.“Oh my god”, I gasp, “holy shit, I totally forgot. I am so sorry, Jordan.”He laughs tiredly.“It’s fine, my alarm would have woken me in ten anyways”, he yawns loudly, “how are you? How was the flight?”“It was alright. I worked for the entirety of it.”“Did the jerk annoy you?”“Who?”“Your husband.”“Ew, true he exists too”, I fake gag. Jordan chuckles, voice raspy from sleep, “that bad?”“It's been manageable for now. Let's see if I will have changed my mind tomorrow.”“So you had fun?”“Jordan, don’t tell me you’re jealous.” “Yeah? As if I ever made a secret out of it”, he says and laughs breathle
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 20: there was a moment.I am already in bed, reading a book, when Elijah comes back. He was out for dinner after his swim and I spent my alone time boiling myself in the hot tub and doing a face mask. It was meant to calm me down, but it really didn’t. I was still feeling terribly guilty. Now I am reading, I very much enjoy reading before bed and tonight I attempt to use it as a distraction in order not to think about everything that had happened.“I’m back”, Elijah announces himself.I hum in acknowledgement, not looking up. I did so because my book is terribly thrilling and you don’t want to miss out on anything. He studies me for a moment, grinding his teeth.“Are you not going to talk to me?”“Mhm?” I sneak a glance his way, “why should I?”He blinks, eyebrows raised.“Okay then”, he gives up, “Imma take a shower”, he murmurs coldly.“Do that”, I say dryly, flipping the pages.Was that too rude? Will this start a
Stuck in An Arranged Marriage with The Billionaire Playboy.Chapter 21: thunder rumbling storm .“Aren’t you your own person? You said so yourself to your brother. So why are you not acting like you are?”“I don’t know what you want me to say.”“I mean it. You allow your employees to talk to you disrespectfully without firing them instantly, you do everything your parents want you to do without complaining. Hell, you don’t even own a car because your parents don’t want you to and you work in a shitty office because your father told you to”, he laughs dryly, “you’re a strong, hardworking woman and yet you allow people to use you as their doormat.”I scoff in disbelief. What has gotten into him? Where is this sudden urge to life coach me coming from? I didn’t ask for this and yet I am left staring into his eyes and listening to what he has to say.“You think people will respect you if you show them over and over again that they can treat you as they wish without suffering consequences
Stuck in An Arranged Marriage with The Billionaire Playboy.Chapter 22: two nights in a two .Another thunder rumbles, but it doesn’t sound that scary anymore. Elijah made sure it wouldn’t by placing his hand over my ear before it could cut through the air.Shit. He is actually calming me down. Kim Elijah is actually managing to give me enough comfort to calm down.I close my eyes and inhale deeply. He smells of ylang-ylang and lavender. It's kind of nice.Elijah’s breathing changes, he must be falling asleep again. With his last bit of strength he flips to his side, pulling me against his chest.My eyes are wide open again. My hands are just sort of resting on his chest, his fingers in my hair and his arm is around me. This is so much more intimate than the other position. I can even feel his chest rise and sink and when I concentrate hard enough, I can even feel his heartbeat against the tip of my nose.Should I hug him back? Or is that going too far? But my arm hurts so much in t
Stuck in An Arranged Marriage with The Billionaire Playboy.Chapter 23: awkwardness phase .I peel my eyes open. There is a pillow in my arms. It is Elijah’s pillow. But the owner is nowhere to be seen. I sit up, eyes half-lidded as I inspect the room. It is abandoned.The sheets on Elijah’s side of the bed are cold as I touch them. Not that he spent a lot of time on his side last night. I wrap my arms around my body. It was kind of nice to be held like this. He felt so soft and warm in my arms and smelled so nice. My heart flutters.“No”, I realize, “no, do not fall for him”, I say out loud, giving my own cheek a little slap.You said so yourself, he can’t give me love or affection. Those past few nights were merely because we both wanted to sleep. Yes, this must be it. A mere attempt to find sleep.First me with the thunderstorm. He held me so I would stop wiggling and he could fall asleep again. Yes this must have been it. But then. I touch my forehead. Why did he kiss me?And w
Stuck in An Arranged Marriage with The Billionaire Playboy.Chapter 24: shoulder high shrubs .I study his features for a moment. I have spent enough time with Elijah to notice his habit of making himself smaller after every sentence he speaks. Especially when he thinks that his words could have offended the other person in any kind of way. I blame it on him being secretly very shy, but still can’t shake the feeling that perhaps there was another reason for said habit. I let my eyes linger on his shoulders, looking at whatever little part of his back is visible.“You don’t like it when people touch your back. Do you?”His eyes flit to his lap, his shoulders rise to his ears. He looks smaller instantly. Smaller and just a little scared.“Please don’t tell anyone about last night”, he begs in a whisper.I blink quickly, placing the cup down. Why should I tell anyone about last night?“No of course not. I just want to know for myself so I don’t accidentally do it.”His eyes widen in
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 1: Where it all started .Lori peel her eyes open, already regretting it the moment bright sunlight blinds her vision. She groan in annoyance, rolling onto her side to escape the sunrays hitting her face. Something she regret doing as well as she is now facing a heart-eyed and smiling Jordan.“Good morning beautiful”, he whispers, brushing his fingertips down the bridge of her nose.“Jordan. Don’t”, Lori warn, rolling onto her back to escape his touch.But to no avail. He follows her, now hovering over her with his elbows on each side of her head and a big grin on his disgustingly handsome face. His naked chest brushes her equally bare one with every breath he takes, eliciting goosebumps on her skin.“Why?” he pats his eyelashes at Lori in confusion, “still have insecurities about your ruffled bed hair? After all those months together?” he teases, running his fingers through her messy hair softly.She scoff, rolling he