Arranged Love

Chapter 10: First Dates and First Carnivals

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*Rafe's POV*

I'm pacing the dining room waiting for it to be 2:30. It's 2 o'clock now. I'm early, but I couldn't focus on my work so my Dad told me to just forget it, and go wait for her. I pace a little more, until the sound of her footsteps reaches my ears and my pacing halts. I wonder why she's coming down here when I told her I would come to room.

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She holds onto the folds of her dress, "Do you like it?" I'm silent for a couple seconds, "I-I mean I could go change if its that bad, sorry I'll try not to waste too much time," she turns to go.

"Wait," I walk over to her and I can smell her perfume now. It's intoxicating.

I take one of her hands, raising it above her head, "Turn."

She turned in a circle until she's facing me again. I pull her closer and whisper, "Good girl. You look perfect." She blushed. 

I guess I'm handling this fiancee thing pretty well. I keep one of her hands in my grasp, and I start walking, "I have 3 cars, and I want you to choose the one we take," She looks up at me, "Really? You would let me do that? Cool." If I had known it would make her happy, I would have taken her out for a drive earlier. I'm taking her down to the garage through the elevator. "So you really like cars?" I don't know what possessed me to ask that question, but girls who like cars are few and far between.

"Yeah, it's weird because I love cars and hate driving, it's more of a laziness thing."

"You will rarely drive while you're here. Either me or a guard will take you most of the places you need to go. Alright, we're here," 

I have a red Camaro which is definitely my most expensive car, a Black Mustang, and my favorite, my Black Ford F-150, mostly because it's really easy to blend in with the crowd, although it the only one without tinted windows, but I can do that with my Mustang pretty well too. Lanie releases my hand and shrieks, "You have a Mustang?!" I chuckle, seeing her excited is beautiful and makes me happy also.

"Are you kidding? Yes we're taking this one! It's so sleek! And sexy! And strong! And- Oh!" Her little exclamation at the end was probably because by now I'm in front of her, and I've cornered her against the car, brushing back a piece of her hair, "So you like your cars big?"

*Lanie's POV*

I get the feeling we're not talking about cars anymore, "Y-yes,"

"And you like them strong?"

"I think s-so," I can feel his breath fanning my face, "Do you think I'm big?" I try to calm my breathing, because my chest is heaving and I see his eyes flicker down for a millisecond before flashing up to meet mine, "Y-yes," It came out more like a question, "Do you think I'm strong," I need to find a way to answer other than yes, it's getting kind of repetitive, "Y-yes," Dammit.