Destined Together (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Just when I realized what happened, an idea struck me. I looked around to find Sienna, grabbing her. I dragged her toward the exit.

"Hey! Hey! I was dancing with him." She kept on complaining but I was too excited to listen to her complains.

"Are you sober?" I asked cutting her off.

"Yeah, since you decided to get your ass drunk I remained sober." I didn't mind her sarcastic tone .

"Okay, I need to tell you something, and the others."

"And what would that be?"

"Drive along and I will tell you".

We left the club, and drove back home.

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Back home, we changed in our pajamas and sat together.

"So now, tell me what this plan of yours is?" rubbing my hands together, I told her.

"Okay, so remember that hot guy from the club?"

"Which one? The blue shirt or the green one?" I shook my head,

"No, the one that came to me, remember?"

"Oh yeah, the hottie at nine?"

"Yes, I think" I took a deep breath and continued "I think he can get me out of this. The marriage thing"

Sienna just sat there, his brows were furrowed, she was thinking. I just hope, she supports me in this one, because I know the others would be against it.

"How?"

"Well, I would get into a relationship with him an-" she cut me to it,

"I thought you didn't want to be in a relationship."

"I still don't, but I know that dad will cancel the wedding after he hears that I am in a relationship, and deeply and madly in love. Once all of it is done and over with, I will break up him" I shrugged, and Sienna smacked my arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" I asked rubbing my arm.

"You do realize that this is wicked?" seriousness and a hint of anger in evident in her voice. I had no answer. I just kept my head lowered.

She sighed.

"I know, but I just need your support" I sighed, and shook my head disappointed. Sienna placed a hand on top of mine and spoke up. " I will support you, but make sure-" exhaling she continued "make sure you don't get hurt in the process" I nodded solemnly.

"I won't." I hope I don't.

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The week went by, but no Aron. No calls. No text. Nothing . Nada. Zilch. I was disappointed, and maybe a tiny bit hurt. I thought he was genuine. I did not bother to initiate communication between us. I was too scared I guess? I just did not want to seem desperate.

My routine continued. Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and grab coffee and work. I was awake, but I still did not have the energy to sit up on the bed.

"Okay I will leave the bed in five... five. Four. Three. Two . one." I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Checked my phone which was on the nightstand.

Nope. No texts, no calls, no Aron.

I dragged myself out of the bed to start off with my routine. New day, same thing to do. Same place to go. SAME. I exhaled and continued with my day.

"It seems you have forgotten your parents" my father said through the receiver. I did not speak to my parents after when we spoke about the maggiage.

"I haven't, I was just busy." I lied through my teeth. Of course I was angry, and i had the right to be. My father just hummed in acknowledgement. I had this question in my mind since the day my father dropped that bomb on me, so hesitantly I asked.

"Dad, who am I getting married to?" very slowly, I asked him.

"My friend's son. Frank Matthias' son. Name rings a bell?" I knew who Frank Matthias was. He was the owner of multinational company. But what I did know was, how he knew my dad.

"How do you know him? Before that tell me are we talking about the Frank Matthias here?"

Just to clear things out here, I did nit know him or his son. I did know how he knew my father?

"We were childhood friends and yes, we are talking about he same the Frank Matthias here." He said as if he mentions him everyday.

"Okay, but why am I coming to know about this now, that you were childhood friends?" I was agitated.

"Well it did not seem important to me" I scoffed at his casual tone.

"And his son doesn't have a problem with this arrangement?"

"Not that I know off" he said.

"Huh". I am clearly confused here. My father's childhood friend is Frank Matthias, owner of a multinational company, which makes billions. His son, doesn't seem to have a problem with this. Everybody seems so relaxed about it and here I am pulling my hair, trying to think of a way to get out of this pit hole.

But the real question is. Why doesn't his son have a problem with this, doesn't he have a girlfriend or something, and why on earth did not contact me? My thoughts are going all over the place while my father keeps on ranting about stuff, I snap out of it when my father speaks up.

"I hope you know, you have only six months Aisla. Then you are getting married, not matter what. Take care and goodbye". I just murmured a goodbye, unable to say anything.

Keeping my phone down me continued with my work. I hope this dress turns out to be as I expect it to, because my life isn't.

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