𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 {To be edited}

❥𝗝𝗮𝗰𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗶 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

              ❥𝗝𝗮𝗰𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗶 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

It's been two days. Two fucking days since Amara looked at my text.

She didn't even bother to reply and it's not like I can talk to her in person because she's been at her sister's house the whole week.

But today, I will see her. She should be at my house by now and I couldn't wait to punish her for not replying to my text.

To have her beneath me screaming and whimpering as I pound into her.

Shit, I can't get enough of her.

Even though I have tons of paperwork to through, all that is on my mind is Amara.

I wonder if she regrets the arrangement, since she didn't answer my text.

And to be honest her not answering my text did damage my ego in some way. No girl has ever turned down a night with me, but she did.

I couldn't have her thinking about ending the arrangement. I have four months.

Four more fucking months before I become miserable.

Amara is a distraction, hell she is a fucking amazing distraction.

Not only is the sex amazing, but our conversations as well.

Amara intrigues me, not matter how hard I try she pulls me in. She's like a drug...a drug I need all the time.

I can't get enough of her and I don't want to get enough of her.

The sound of the elevator makes my head snap up and my mood is instantly ruined.

Mr. Zepeda, Marissa's dad, walks straight into my office like he owns the place. I clench my fists in frustration, wondering why the hell Mason didn't tell me he was here.

He meets my gaze and sends me a gloating smile. "Dario, how's the wedding planning going?"

I try not to roll my eyes and stick my hand out, offering him the seat in front of me. "Good," I shortly reply wanting to avoid the topic of the wedding.

"I hope you are making my little girl happy," he says running a hand through his small patch of hair that's left on his head.

"Of course I am," I clear my throat and continue to flip through the pages of documents in front of me.

"You should be more excited, Dario," frustration in his tone. I look up and see him glaring at me. Leaning back on my chair I stare back at him, never breaking eye contact. "After this wedding, your business will flourish because of me," he snarls and I smile.

"It will and once that happens everyone will begin to take you serious again," I retort and he pushes his head back, offended by my comment.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He grits through his teeth. I stand up from my seat and walk to the windows of my office, admiring the city view.