REIGN (A REVERSE HAREM)

3. Arabella

"This is ugly." I look at the dress.

"What colour do you want then?" Roman rubs his eyes.

"Pink-"

"You're not getting a pink fucking dress."

"Are you wearing it?" I look at him, raising an eyebrow, he stares at me blankly which i learnt is his favourite response. "Exactly, you don't get a say in the matter."

Only four months to go before i'm officially Arabella Reign.

I've come to accept the fate and realise he isn't all that bad. I mean like yeah, he has no sense of humour, is too strict, is kind of boring and very, very mean.

But hes weirdly a good... boyfriend? Some guy tried touching by butt while he was with me and he broke the guys hands, papa usually just let people touch me. And at school, he didn't care that the kids making fun of me were kids, he hurt and threatened them all.

He can be nice when he wants to be, and by that i mean whenever i'm too tired to annoy him. That's most of the time he's nice. He bought me a book, even came home to help me hide it. He stopped my dad from slapping me one day.

He lets me watch as many movies as i want, we're supposed to have movie nights on Friday and dad encouraged them because he thinks we're having sex but in reality, i'm watching movies and he's sitting there bored out of his mind.

He hasn't tired to touch me sexually yet, he told me he's not going to until i'm eighteen. I said that's still weird, he told me to shut the fuck up.

Today it's sample wedding dress days. He's letting me choose everything about the ceremony.

"Hi." I look at the girl, "Can i see your pink dresses?"

"Salmon pink-"

"Thats an ugly colour." I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay, take it off, we'll come back another day." He slides his hands into his pockets.

I can get behind that. I hate these long dresses.

He lets me go into the changing room and change back into my summer dress and sneakers. I grab my bag and he starts walking out, i follow after him but then walk directly into his back. "Ow."

"If you looked where you were fucking going you wouldn't do this shit." He scowls, again. I forgot to add complains about fucking everything to that list.

"We'll maybe if you didn't stop abruptly in the middle of the damn hallway." I rub my forehead.

He grabs my hand posessively, walking out of the store. I notice he does that whenever there's people around that are enemies of his.

"I want a pink gun." I look up at him.

"I'll get you one for your birthday if you don't piss me off until then."

"You will?" I've never had a gun before.

"Yes." He looks around.

"What are you gonna get me for my wedding gift."

He smirks.

Dick. He's going to give me his dick.

I let go of his hand but he pulls me back to him, "My friends are picking me up, keep your mouth shut."

"That's an impossible thing you're asking me." I stand with him.

A black car rolls up in front of us and he opens the door for me. I get in, slide down the seat so i'm in the middle, he gets beside me and then i look at the guy the other side of me.