The Playboy's Marriage

Chapter Two

~The difference between a player and a Playboy is a few million bucks~

Location:London

Lopéz Fernandéz pov

I slowly and carefully remove the redhead girl's hands from my bare chest and realized my legs are tangled with two brunettes,I shifted their legs away gently as to not stir them from their sleep.

I stood up from the bed and started dressing up, buttoning my shirt quickly before they woke up. One of the ladies I hooked up with last night came out of the bathroom wearing a sexy lingerie,

"Going somewhere handsome?". She rubbed her body onto mine trying to kiss me.

"You're not leaving us here are you?".

I squeezed her ass, "I don't wanna but I gat no choice, I've work".

"What work sexy?".she touched my groin.

Oh fuck I'm getting hardened again!

"hmm...rest-resting is a lot of work you know".

"I see,so when are you going to come visiting baby?.... I want you".

"Soon sweetheart-very soon". I pecked her before dashing out of the hotel room.

My older brother Marquez is calling me for like the tenth time this week,ever since he fucking told me I'm to get married I started ignoring his call. He ain't gon plan my life like I'm not alive to do that!

I walked out of the hotel and three built men in suits and dark shades stood in my way. This is so fucking ass annoying! These are Marquez men! he's in Brazil and yet has men in London! I can recognize them even with the dark glasses!

"Tell your boss I won't be stepping a leg into that country you hear me?". I try to walk away but they pushed me back gently.

"Don't you fucking touch me assholes!".I snapped.

"We've been ordered to bring you back home immediately Mr Fernandéz".One of them told me sternly.

"I'm twenty five! I gat live my life okay?tell Marquez that!".

"Why don't you tell him yourself?".

"Assholes!!". I try to push them away.

They gripped my two arms tightly and pushed me into the black van like I'm being kidnapped or something.

"Don't you fucking touch me!",I groan angrily."This is fucking assault!".

They closed the van on me and drove away.I immediately called Marquez,

"Are you having fun?is this funny to you Marquez? I'm being harassed!".

"Probably because you attacked first".

I sigh."I know I'm your least favorite brother but don't you fucking make it obvious!".

"Lopéz get your ass over here,we've a wedding to plan".

"You're getting married again?".

He sigh."You know what I'm talking about,your soon-to-be bride is ready..... don't keep her waiting".

He hanged up on me.This is fucking annoying!! Soon to be bride my foot!! I ain't getting married to no-one and that's it! Who the fuck does Marquez think he is to control my life like that?! Just because he's my older brother doesn't mean he has a say!!!

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I got to Brazil in the night,I wanted to go straight to Marquez and yell my lungs out at him but I was so tired from the trip I had to lodge into an hotel and get myself a good night sleep.