Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 8: COUPLE GOALS . Jordan and I try our hardest not to snicker.“I see”, I say, lips trembling with the desire to laugh.“I guess you have to save him”, Jordan says, hiding his mouth behind his hand.Jana cocks an eyebrow up at I and Jordan and crosses her arms in front of her chest.“Just come join us”, she says tiredly and turns around to hurry off afterwards.I and Jordan break into laughter the moment she had crossed the corner, holding onto each other in order not to stumble over.“Shit he actually met him. This is hilarious”, Jordan wheezes.“Serves him right. Ah god, no joke. Karma is beautiful”, I say, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the tears.--Elijah is frowning, sitting at the table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His dark eyes flit over to me the moment he sees movement in the doorway.“Hello everyone!” I exclaim, wearing my best business smile. Although I must be honest, today there is also a
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 9: arguments between couples and cheating ensues .I didn’t choose tonight either. I would have rather watched a movie in bed, maybe I would have invited Jordan over too. Yes that would have been my perfect evening. I and Jordan cuddled up in bed while we watched a movie. Maybe later i and him could have rolled around the sheets too.I turn the shower on and step under the water.Yes that would have been my ideal evening. Elijah would have been out, getting wasted somewhere far away from me and I would have spent time with Jordan.The actual events of tonights evening are without doubt the exact opposite of my ideal evening. I and Elijah locked up in a room together and having to share a bed which was the perfect size when I was fifteen.I step out of the shower and dry myself off, looking at my own reflection in the mirror as I do.I sigh, stopping my movements to lock eyes with my reflection. All fun and annoyance as
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with The Popular Playboy. Chapter 10: escaping reality is hard. *Lori Ivanov* “Let me in then”, Jordan says, tugging stronger.“Geez Jordan you’re so annoying”, I grunt, opening the blanket for him.He grins boyishly and shimmies closer. A second later I feel Jordan’s ice cold feet against my naked legs.I squeal, “Jordan!”.He cackles, wrapping his arms around me so I can’t wiggle away and rubs his feet up and down my legs.“Give me your warmth Lori. I’m so cold”, he whines cutely, attacking your neck with little kisses.“You are literally so annoying oh my god”, I groan, shivering like crazy, “how can a human feet be that freaking cold?”“It’s cause your floors are always so cold”, he mumbles, nibbling on my jawline lazily.His feet leave my legs, his naked thighs rubbing against them instead as he rolls his hips into me lazily.“Jordan”, I sigh, shivering for another reason, “what are you doing?”“Turning you on”, he states nonchalantly, warm ha
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 11: here with a man, who hates me."Hello?" Elijah says, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. I blink and turn my head. I ache been looking into your phone before he called my attention, checking my notifications in case Jordan finally texted you back. He didn’t of course, but the hopes were still there."I just asked you if you also wanted something to drink", he says, distaste lacing his voice. I raise my head, letting my eyes race over his assistants face."Uhm, sure. A grande iced Americano please.""One grande iced Americano and one regular iced peppermint tea, coming right away", she says, hurrying off afterwards.I look back at my phone, checking my messages. Nothing. "What are you looking at anyways?" Elijah asks, shifting in the makeup chair. "Nothing that should interest you", I throw back."Honey", he warns. "What?" I throw back. Since when is he calling me honey? That’s so weird.He signals me t
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 12: just a cheating bitch . “Okay, hold your pose. We will sort through the pictures now”, the photographer tells me and turns to his assistant.They retreat to the computer, discussing the pictures passionately with the help of the interviewer.“Get your hands off of me”, Elijah growls, shaking my hand off.“Geez I am”, I throw back, retreating my hand, “be even more obvious.”Elijah stares down at me with his jaw clenched.“Nobody’s watching. We don’t need to pretend now”, he snarls.“Can’t you at least pretend for as long as we are here? For hells sake, be professional will you?”Elijah’s eyes darken, if looks could kill I would fall over dead right here and now.“Good news!” the photographer interrupts our staring contest, “we have the pictures! You are officially finished.”“Oh thank fuck”, Elijah sighs. He has stormed away so quickly the photographer can’t even thank him for his hard work.He is by the door, put
. Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 13: a little bit of kindness never hurt . The energy in my office changed. I can feel it the moment i enter it and nobody turns to look. "Good morning everyone!" I greet them loudly in case they hadn’t heard me come in. "Mornin' boss!" one of my newest recruits greets me, wearing a sly smirk. Well that was one informal greeting. I will ignore it for now, he is new here after all. I will just have to have a talk with him about basic respect later. A few others of the employees greet me on my way past them, wearing a suspicious curiosity in their eyes. What is going on here? Did I forget to change out of my pyjamas today? I look down at my body. No I didn’t. So why is everyone staring at me like that?"Ma'am?" My personal assistant says, standing up from his seat, "good morning. Here are the reports you asked me for. Shall I get you a cup of coffee?" "Oh that would be lovely. Thank you", I say, meaning both the
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 14: he is drunk or he is in love? ."Do you want to talk about it?" he offers."No, not with you”, I choke out.Elijah studies my face, clenching his jaw and furrowing his brows."Look I never called you disgusting for the way you were eating. No let me finish."I had wanted to throw a snarky remark back at him, but close my mouth instead, sending him deathly glares through my tears. "But if I made you feel like I did then I apologize", he studies my face, "is that what you wanted to hear?" "Fuck you and your duplicitous apologies", I grumble. "Fine then think that I am, what do I care?" He turns the television back on. "Are you serious?" "What?" his voice is slightly raised, "I had a stressful day too, alright? It’s just a stupid article, no need to be so dramatic about it. I just want to relax.""You had a stressful day? Try leading a company when ninety percent of your employees stopped respecting you because
Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 15: perhaps Arrogant Boys are actually nice .“He is drunk”, Jay says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.“Uhm, yeah”, I look to the side, hoping that it is dark enough that Jay can’t see my blushing cheeks, “I’ll be going then.”“Yep, good luck”, Jay says, getting to his feet.“Are you guys going to get home safely?” I ask him, wanting to be nice.He smiles, eyes softening.“Don’t worry about us”, he assures me, “we’ll just party some more and then take a cab, we can hold our liquor so don’t worry.”“Alright, uhm see you around”, I mumble.“Yes, see you Lori.” he gives me one last smile and then he turns to hurry back into the club. "Thank you for picking him up, see you later", one of his actor friends says, following Jay very soon. The others are soon to hurry off as well, after having said their thanks of course and maybe, just maybe, checking me out one last time.I scoff and shake my head in disbelief. Well,