Model For Me

Chapter 4 : Marriage!

Juliana Flores

It's been two days since me and my dad talked, I'm supposed to be packed, but no way am I doing that.

Instead I'm out shopping.

I'm looking at some dresses that look kind of cute when I get a text message.

What if it's your father? Probably is, sighhh.

I open it anyway, because what if I just won one million dollars?

Nope just my father, 'Come to the office, Juliana's, I close my phone and continue shopping.

I finally pick the dress that I want and go to check out. I pay for the dress and start heading to my favourite shoe shop.

I get another text, ughh.

I ignore it and just looking at all the shoes from the new collection that just released.

My phone pings again. I'm about to check again when I see two buff men arrive into the shop.

What are they doing in here? They're here to but some sense of fashion. And they need it too.

Anyway! Wait where did those red shoes I just saw go? Oh there they are-

" I see you've been ignoring your father's messages" I yelp and quickly look around to make sure no one heard, then turn to look at the person who said that to me.

It's the guy from my dad's office, "Hello, Mr. Sanchez".

I turn and decide to choose the pink heels with red bottoms. As I'm finding my size I can feel him staring at my side.

Finally finding my shoe size and walk up to the checkout, once more. He follows me, hands in pockets, his gaze once more on me. His shadow lurks around me as I pay.

I grab my bag and he talks again, "Let's go now".

"Where, exactly?" I question him knowing darn well where I'm supposed to be.

I see him hint at a smirk, "I'm sure you already know, don't make me ask you again" he warns, his voice getting more serious.

I take it into account. This is so annoying! What is wrong with my father?!

"Fine, I'll go to my father's office but that's it, he can't tell me what to do, and you're not having me" I tell him off as I'm being forced into the back of the car by one of his men.

The door closes and I'm again wondering how I got in this situation. And why I decided to get in the car so easily.

Because Mr. Hot Stuff, gave out to you in that tone. Oh my god shut up. Just sayin' !

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Finally reaching the office building, I get out of the car too quick that I almost fall flat on my face, I hope no one saw that.

Walking into the building I smile at the receptionist as I go by. She gives me a dirty look back.

What a bitch. What's up her ass?

I look away and go to take the elevator up to the top floor and of course I'm being followed by Mr. Creep (Mr. Sanchez) and his two bodyguards, jeez I've really got to figure out his name.

The silence in the elevator is annoying me.

Do you want me to start singing? No. Standing on a hillside, screaming 'give me a reasonnn-'. Nope, uh-huh.

I look at Mr. Creep.

"What's your name?", the words slip out before I can think about them too much.

He glanced at me and raises his eyebrows.

I swear I saw his mouth open, about to reply to me, but the elevator doors open before he could.

He walks out first and I follow him this time, into the office.

My dad looks pissed. I smile innocently at him. He just glares at me.

Oh my gosh, we are dying. No! I didn't say bye to my child!

"Sorry. I forgot" I apologise very sincerely.

There's another buff man in here.

I continue walking over to my dad's desk and my father looks up at me.

"Watch your tone, girl" he says with gritted teeth, weirdo.

"Now. Let's get to business, here's the paperwork, Juliana" my father slides the papers to me, I don't give them a second glance and look at my father once more.

I whisper angrily to him, "I am not signing any papers, Dad. How about you sign them and get sold off to him, since you easily did it to me" I finish.

He sighs, done with me and my stubbornness.

"Don't make me call you brother over here, to have a, chat with you", he threatens me, I stiffen and look down at the desk at the sound of my brother being added to the conversation. He knows what he's doing. "Now, Juliana, will you please, sign the god damn papers."

I pick the pen up, hesitate, I start to read over the papers? Contract? "MARRIAGE!?" HUH?

I quickly look around at my father then Mr. Creep

He smirks, "It's a much more easier document to handle", he states. What the fuck is wrong with men?

I turn back to my father, his glare warning me.

For fuck sakes, I sign the document/paper/marraige proposal quickly, dropping the pen instantly after.

I sigh, just looking at my signature.

"Now, love, why don't we get going?" I feel Mr. Creep place his hand on my lower back. The sudden heat shocks me but I don't move.

I feel the heat leave me a second later, making me frown. "Where?" I ask.

"Our house, of course".

*****

I can't stay up late
So if this is shit, it's not my fault (definately not)
Anyway gonna go edit this on my phone 😘🙏

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-liz