chapter 4

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*Alexandria's pov*

We got to the club and we saw two bouncers at the entrance.'your IDs?' the bouncer asked .we showed him our IDs as we made our way passed them.

we showed him our IDs as we made our way passed them

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              Alexandria's dress

I look around to see I was right actually.Sweaty people,most drunk out of their  minds,others grinding on each other.
I then look beside me to see that Andrea left me to my fate.i don't bother looking for her because its nearly impossible as she might be off hitting on a guy or something.
I then made my way to the bar to order a drink from the cute bartender.

I sat on the bar stool sipping my drink while going through my phone until the bartender gave me another drink."I'm sorry I didn't order this".

'I know' he replied.but that man in a black ordered it for you.

Well, um thanks.
Before I even knew what was going on,I was drunk as fuck.and here I was criticizing Andrea.

I wake up to the harsh rays of the sun hitting my eyes.i look around and then realised that I'm not in my house.

Just as I was trying to remember the events of last night through my hangover, a Greek god walked in.

Shaking my head to remove any further perverted thoughts, I first look under the comforter to see that I am still fully dressed. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What am I doing here, why am I here, and why are  you even still standing there" I barked at the guy who I'm still yet to know what his name was.

Instead of rendering me an explanation as to how I am in his room, he just smiled smugly at me.

"I wouldn't be shouting if I were you" he said .

"And don't you remember any of what you did last night?".

'no' I murmured in reply.

"Let me just clear you up a bit".clearing his throat,he said 'you signed an agreement'

And just as he said that I shot up my head to look at him.i tilt my head in question and ask"what kind of agreement? I questioned not liking the idea of me having to had signed any form of agreement especially when I'm not sober.

"A marriage contract"he replied casually like we are discussing the weather.
What?  I yelled. You must be joking right now.

He didn't looked like he was kidding though.
Why would you even approach me with such?
Why would you even do that? Don't you have a lovely girlfriend who would wish for you guys to get married?

Ok,ok enough of these questions and no I don't have a girlfriend and I don't wish to have one let alone me marrying someday.

I looked at him like he's a psycho.

"Don't give me that look okay? I swear am not a psycho"he answered.
How does he even know what I was thinking.

'That's what every psychopath would say'
I only did it because my mom keeps forcing me to get married and I don't want my evil uncle who's married to get ahold of the company father worked so hard to build.

The board members feel that a man who is settled and not frolicking around is best suited for being the CEO.

So... That basically it.
"I just sighed" and you didn't bother to ask a sober person?
"Why me?" I asked him.

I don't know,.I guess if I had asked someone sober they'd probably think am crazy.  And I am not a bit sorry I made you sign those papers.

I have him some serious death glare.
"You are very sexy and hot and look at me we would some damn gorgeous children" he replied licking his lips.

'hey hey wait, what? Who said anything about going with this arrangement not to talk of having kids with you?eww.

'please?' just for a year he said giving me his most serious puppy eyes.

F..fine I reluctantly agreed.
But what about your mom ? Will she be aware that this is fake? Temporary?

No.
Then what happens if she finds out?
I'll take care of it






 

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