George's pov
"But I don't want mrry guy I've never met" I say to my father, "he's rich and famous, I'm doing this for good my son" he yells across his large office.
"But what about what I want, I mean, this is ridiculous and stupid, I want to marry for love not money and fame" I yell.
"I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK" he screws and walks over to me.
I stand speechless for a second scared that if I say something he'll hurt me.
"At least I can move out of this shithole of a place" I whisper, he punches me in the nose, blood immediately dripping out.
"Get yourself cleaned up, we're leaving now an hour" he says disgusted.
I hold my nose and walk out of the room.
One of our maids follows me.
I walk into my room and my maid also does.
I walk into the bathroom closing the door and getting changed into my suit.
I walk back out and sit on a chair.
The maid immediately cares for my nose and wipes the blood, I stare t myself in the reflection, my maid puts makeup on the bruise on my nose to cover them.
She fixes my hair then I get up and sit on my bed on my phone, "anything else I can do for you?" She asks, "go home and treat yourself, don't come back to this place because you shouldn't be treated like this" I say.
"Thank you sir" she smiles, "my name is george" I smile back, she leaves the room.
"Get down here" I hear my dad yell after like 25 minutes.
I groan and walk downstairs putting my phone in my pocket.
I ruff up my hair just to piss my mum off.
I walk downstairs and my mum fixes my hair only for me to mess it up again.
She looks at me with disgust but I just turn and follow my dad out to the limo.
We get in.
The drive there was quiet and awkward.
I sat away from my parents as they madeout not caring if I were there.
We get to the large house I'll probably get lost in and get out the car to all the paparazzi flashing camaras in our face.
Clay and his parents wait for us at the door.
He's quite hot it that doesn't men I like this idea anymore then I do now.
He seems unbother and doesn't look up at us.
We walk to the door, "why hello it's so great to finally meet you" clays dad smiles at us.
I don't smile back, "what a handsome man you are" clays mum smiles at, I don't want to say anything but m mum pinches my arm hard, "ouch-thank you" I say push her hand from my arm.
Clays attention is finally bought to me, his mum nudges him.
He looks at the camaras, I look away from him, clay hold his hand out infroont of me for me to take, I stare at it, he stares at me.
"Don't Don't a fucking embarrassment" my mum whispers to me, "this is such bullshit" I whisper and take clays hand, he brings it to his lips and kisses the back of my hand softly.
I don't look at him.
"Well it's a bit chilly, why don't we come inside?" Clays mum says.
We all agree then walk inside the large house, clay still holds my hand until we get inside, then drops it.
I pull my hand from him.
"Ok, so because you guys aren't comfortable with eachother yet we've decided to hire a man that will make you more comfortable together" my dad says, "what?" I say.
"Clay go to the living room with george" clays mum says.
Clay pulls me with him as he walks, "what are we doing?" I whisper, "shut up" he says, "well your nice" I roll my eyes, "if you don't shut up I will make you" he says.
"Do it" I whisper, he slams me against a wall roughly.
"Say it again and I'll do this again with your head" he says intimidating me bit I don't show the little bit of scared emotion inside and jut stare at him.
"I'm looking forward to moving in with you" I say sarcastically and he lets go of me and continue to walk.
I follow him ND we say nothing else as we walk.
We get to the living room and see a nice looking guy standing in the living room.
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the man in the suit // dreamnotfound
FanficGeorge's is arranged to marry clay, he doesn't want to but his rich parents insist it'll look good for him to marry a rich man. not that they rent already rich enough but they want more then just money, fame. George promised himself he wouldn't fall...