BIG CH-EASE (BMWW)

Chapter two

Loving my liking.

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Knock knock.

I open the door to my father's office and walk inside. "Dad, I need your phone," I say. He doesn't look up, just asks, "Why?" "I need to fill out a form for my final exams," I reply. He turns his head to me and frowns, "But you have your own phone for that." I roll my eyes and retort, "I accidentally spilled water on it."

He slides his phone across the table to me. I take it and open the link. I hear the door close behind me and quickly turn around. It's Connor. Before our eyes meet, I whip my head forward. As always, my heart reminds me that it can still beat, and it does so faster this time when his arm brushes against mine as he stands beside me, intentionally. I feel dizzy.

His hand pushes me slightly. My eyes widen, and I glare at his arm, pushing him back with my elbow. I stop typing when he does it again. This time, I press my elbow against him hard, putting all my pressure on it. But then he moves a little, and I stumble towards the table. Ignoring my father's weird glances, I focus on completing my form. His arm touches mine again, and I keep mine there too. His hand is so warm that I suddenly start to feel hot, or maybe the office AC isn't on.

Then it hits me. I've just handed my life offer letter to someone. What if he accepts it and later comes back to demand his job?

Nope.

Arranged marriages are the best option.

I hand the phone back to him and walk out of the office, heading to my room to prepare for exams.

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Eating food is becoming difficult. No, it's getting harder. Especially when I'm being distracted by my favorite person in the house, Connor. He's standing right in front of me, next to Dad. Dad is going through paperwork with him on the couch, positioned directly across from mine where I'm having dinner.

My gaze keeps diverting to his chest. His upper buttons are undone, and he's sitting very casually, one leg crossed over the other. His navy-blue shirt is folded up to his arms, tightly hugging his biceps, almost revealing his veins. Dad passes him some papers, and he does the same as they continue discussing business. I shiver as I feel his eyes on my figure from time to time. I can feel it.

"These are the confirmation papers for this college." Shit. His deep, dark voice. One day, I'll definitely get lost in it.

"Hmm," my dad says. "That's great. Then shall we start our plan and send the mans tomorrow?"

"Not yet. We need to check the details there first. And I would like to do that myself."

"Hmm," Dad nods. "How's Cyrus's health?"

"A bullet can't affect him, Victor." Victor Miller. That's my father's name.

I take my last bite and get up to wash my plate. But then, what makes me stop at a little distance are Connor's words.

He says, "When are you going to tell your daughter that you're marrying her off?"

WHAT THE FUCK?

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The sky looks exceptionally beautiful today as I wait at the college gate for Connor to arrive. I used to come in my Pagani Huayra, but for the past two weeks, Connor has been picking me up because Dad says he's gotten himself into some trouble, and it could be risky for me to come alone. There's a possibility his enemies might come to kidnap, harm, or even kill me.