At Kevin's Mercy 2: Reclaimed

16. Match made for hell

Kevin's POV

I think you and I are a match made in heaven.
That disgusting sentence keeps replaying in my head while I glare at the woman before me.
What on gods green earth gave her that ridiculous idea?
For a moment my attention shifts towards my father.
No... it's almost impossible that man would have said one good thing about me to this clearly delusional woman.
He hates my guts, and if he did somehow managed to get a compliment about out of that dead black heart of his there must be something behind it.
I know he says he want's me to take over but even that doesn't make any sense, I can't trust him.
Not after what he did to my mother.

I'm not falling for his games anymore, not like in the past.
His hold on me is over, I've got a good thing going and he's not going to ruin any part of it.
Not my business life and most definitely not my love life.
I have to find a way to get to my girl without him getting in the way.
My sister's not a problem and I'm sure I can ditch this blow up doll soon enough, but my father is something else.
If he figures out I'm not going to cooperate he'll make sure I regret it.

"I suggest you two take this time to get to know each other. The wedding is going to take place in two months."

He stated, as if it was a fact I wasn't going to rebel against it.
I had to grit my teeth so not to ruin his little fantasy right away.
Patience, or I won't get my angel back.

"And Kevin..."

My father spoke before leaving the room.

"Starting tomorrow you will accompany me to work. We will resume your training to act properly again. It seems your time away from the family has made you forget what's important."

A shiver ran over my spine, flashes of bad memories of those times popped up, swirling and begging for my attention before I was able to push them back deep in the back of my mind.
I don't want to remember, I'm doing just fine without him. 
Thanks to Iris I got out of that toxic place and was able to make something for myself.
I'm thankful to her for that, even if she turned out to be too clingy and controlling for me in the end.
Besides I already know what's important, she's adorable, does whatever I want and is all mine.
She's all that matters, not my father's honor or the family name.
I'm not going to be his clone, I won't let him mold me into what he wants.
Being some puppet on a string, having to seek his approval.
He will not control me ever again, I'm the one in control and I like it that way.

The moment father left, Jasmine wrapped herself around my arm again.
Her arm around my waist felt like a shackle, like she was trying to confine me, to bind me to her.
I never gave her permission to touch me.
Is she going to be as clingy like this forever?
I don't like the way she looks at me, I hate the way she dresses like some slut for all to see.
The perfume is slut is wearing is overbearing, it all just makes me miss her.

Like hell this is a match made in heaven.
More like a match made for hell.
A personal hell, just for me, created by that wicked man.
There's a part of me that want's to punish Jasmine for being so disrespectful towards me, it's just that unlike with her, I really just want to hurt this woman. 
To make her fear me, to deter her from ever getting close to me again.
But I can't... I can't become like my father.
Besides I know she's just a pawn in his game, it's just that I have no intention of playing along.
I'm not going to sell my soul to please him, there are more ways of getting rid of a pushy woman.

"Shall we go then, we have a lot to discuss if we're going to marry in two months."

Her face just beamed with a big smile before she quickly focused on Isabelle.

"Oh, and of course you have to be my maid of honor. Kevin is your brother after all, so that's only natural. I'll give you a list of things to do and who to invite to my bachelorette. I have it all planned out already."