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The Weeknd - Live For

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Adrik

I didn't care.

I don't care.

In fact, the only ounce of care I have is fueled by the anger that comes when I realize this threatens what I've been working towards.

It threatens my agenda and throws me off balance.

Sebastian Alexander Morris The Third.

Son of current British Prime Minister. Studying International Relations at Oxford University, yet somehow managed to fail three out of his five classes this semester. Barely scraping by the other two, all the while spending his free time between classes promoting clubs and partying with rich snobs too busy covering up their coke addictions to do anything useful with their lives.

It'd taken me ten minutes, ten minutes I'll never get back to conclude that he's nothing but a privileged stuck up, aristocratic shit, who's only purpose in life is to inconvenience mine. 

Did I mention that the man was well into his twenties and had yet to obtain a drivers licence?

Pathetic.

Yet there he stood, alive and well, at my party, in my yard, with my fiancé.

My fake fiancé.

"It's about time this rouse of yours was exposed." I heave a sigh as I side eye the shorter man that comes to stand next to me.

He hadn't left and even worse, was now wasting my time by taking to me.

"You expect me to call off my engagement for a bitter ex?" Raising a brow, I cast a fleeting glance to Silvio.

His feces coloured eyes glint in self assurance while his lips quirk in a cold smirk.

Ignoring him, I face forward.

The man looked nothing like her, and for that, I thank the universe seeing as I'd have to stare at her subpar face for the next three hundreds and fifty one days.

He must notice where my eyes go because he follows my gaze across the room to the bride in black. "She wont marry you, you know."

She doesn't want to, but she would. I'd drag her down the aisle if I had to.

"She's going along with this rouse to punish me. I know my daughter, marriage just isn't in her cards." His voice grows grim and somewhat mysterious.

One of a man who'd tried and failed to marry his daughter off. And one of a man who knew something I didn't.

There was hardly anything I didn't know. I didn't like the unknown. Yet that tone of his voice, tells me I had yet to figure out my little fiancé.

Either way his presence was agitating me.

"I wasn't aware men on viagra had any dignity left to be self centred." I finally wretch my gaze from the little college reunion and to the hideous old man. I want to watch his face as I poked at his fragile masculinity. "Yet here I stand..." I trail my gaze down his form. "Corrected."