Running With His Kid

Dress

Are you kidding me? Marriage? Who does he think he is? 

He first kidnaps me, gets me pregnant, breaks my heart, kidnaps me again, acts like a little bitch, and now is forcing me into Marriage with his sorry ass. 

What goes through this man's head? 

If only he wasn't such a self-centered ass, maybe we could have been happy. Maybe Olivia would know her father and we wouldn't be in this fucking mess. But no. we have to do everything the hard way. 

If he thinks I'll walk up that altar and say "I Do," he is very mistaken. 

Why does he want me now? Why didn't he want me when I was willing to be his? 

You know, Olivia is so much like Kevin. 

We go out to the diner and I'll order ice cream but she'll tell me she doesn't want any. 

Right as we walk out of that door, Olivia's whining to go back in and get the dessert. 

And this is with EVERYTHING. 

Olivia is also a splitting image of Kevin. Like freakishly similar in looks. 

I barely see myself in her.

When I look at Kevin, Olivia protruded through his features and my mind fell at ease, knowing my baby is safe. 

That's really all that's keeping me going these days. 

It's been hard though. 

Ever since I freaked out on him for forcing our Engagement, he hasn't made an appearance. 

Instead, a slutty maid served me food every few hours. 

She hiked her skirt up to extreme heights, pulled her shirt down as far as it could go. (In my opinion, one more tug and a nip slip will take place.) And there isn't a moment when she isn't flipping her hair. 

Now, I'm not slut-shaming her. 

The girl's appearance isn't really what slitty's about her. 

It's her attitude and bitchy insults that make her what she is. 

At least if I'm forced to marry this prick, I can fire that bitch right away. 

I shrugged. 

I turned my head to the opened door. 

Expecting it to be that bitch, my attempts to do anything but lay on the bed, sulking in my own grief cease to exist. 

"Just leave it on the dresser and fuck off. I'm tired of your bitchy bullshit." I sneered, staring up at the ceiling. 

"I'm tired of yours as well." An annoyed voice sounded. 

It's deeper than the maids but higher than Kevin's. 

My head snapped up to the voice and rests on an younger looking man seeming to be in his early twenties. 

He has tan skin, dark brown hair, and fairly thin bit defined muscles drive through his shirt. 

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned. 

I propped myself up with my elbows. 

His uncaring look morphed into a happy one, inviting himself in. 

"I'm William." The man greeted. 

"Okay, William." My voice sounded firm, a hint of annoyance thrown in for my own pleasure. 

Maybe by being a bitch, Kevin will change his mind about marrying me. 

"What do you need?" 

"Boss sent me to help you find a dress." He said simply. 

"He decided it'd be best to online shop. Since I hear you're causing trouble." 

William sighed. 

"Just a word of advice. You won't win on this. I've never seen him so set on something. It's quite scary." He almost whispered. 

William came to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"I told him I'm not marrying him. No matter what he does." My voice sounded confident on the outside while inside, I felt panicked. 

There really is no way out of this. 

"Big mistake." He tsk'ed. 

William let out a deep sigh. 

"I'd hate to see you dead. It happens too often here." 

His mood declined and he slumped a bit before perking right back up. 

"Okay. Back onto what I'm here to do.... I've found a few dresses to choose from." William trailed. 

He handed me the iPad from his hands. 

I scrolled for a bit. 

I clicked on a few to examine them. 

Every scroll I made caused my face to fell more. 

Shopping for a Wedding dress should be fun and exciting. 

This just felt like torture. 

After about an hour of picking and choosing, the dress is found. 

It's pink with lace flowers all over it. 

It was stunning. 

"Perfect choice." William nodded. 

He took back the iPad. 

"Boss will love it." 

William rose to his feet. 

He offered a small smile. 

"I'll order it then. Oh, and Kevin would like to see you in his office." 

I dipped my head in a nod. 

I took a deep breath. 

"Thanks." I said sluggishly. 

I moved to stand along with William. 

"How do you get there again?" My questioning voice rang as he began to leave. 

"Follow me." William said, continuing to leave.