Bad Girls Always Win.

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins.

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Chapter 1:

" Please tell me this is some kind of a joke?" I pleaded into the phone. I can't believe of what I'm actually hearing.

My father chuckled, " Sweetie this is far from a joke. I think it's time for you to settle down, and Armani's family seem to be having the some problem with their son. So we decided to get you both engaged, soon to be married."

" But I don't even know the guy. This is bullshit!" My temper was rising.

Suddenly Jessica, my mother, walked right inside the room, " Your father told you, didn't he?"

" YES! How can you do this to me mom?! " I groaned. This is some serious shit and he decided it was best telling it to me while we're on the phone.

My mom looked uneasy for doing this, "I'm sorry darling but this is necessary. Jim, Tom, Susan and I agreed this would be best for you."

" Is this because Allie is going to get married in a couple months, and Lizzie's already married?" I knew it had to do with my sisters getting married before me, but it isn't fair, this is my life, not theirs. They don't have any right to control it.

I felt my mother's hand patting my back soothingly, I looked at her, and she had that sympathetic look on her face. She took the phone out of my hand and said, " Sweetie go get your things packed. I'll talk to your father."

" Whatever!!" I yelled and ran straight up to my room slamming the door shut loud enough for her to hear. I have to make sure she knows I was raging with fury. I knew what I did was childish, and I'm already twenty-two but I didn't care less. They didn't even care if I liked to be tied up or not!

Throwing my suitcase on the floor, I chucked random clothes in it. I groaned, there was no way I am getting out of this mess and I knew it. My dad was a man of his words, someone you wouldn't dare mess with, but come on, you don't put two playboys together. It just doesn't work, yeah the physical stuff might be fun but we're territorial, we tease, we annoy, and we get easily distracted by fresh meat. We don't get 'tied down'. I mean, it wasn't like I had a bad childhood that changed me into the girl that I am now. My parents are very nurturing; even after their divorce they were still around. As a kid they thought I'd be traumatized, but I wasn't, I understood the situation they were in. I was still the same person, even after they got married again and had my siblings, I was still Kat, their daughter.

It's just that I like to have fun, and I admit, most of the time I have way too much that it even resulted in flashing my pictures on newspaper headlines earning a couple of bad reviews on my father's company. I knew it wasn't good. But on the bright side, I look gorgeous on those pictures! Remind me to thank those photographers again. I smirked.

Agreeing to this arrangement and doing it without so much resistance to make my father happy was the least I can do for everything he's done for me. I loved New York so I might as well have a bit of fun while I'm there, but again, I can't guarantee anybody that 'a little bit of fun' can turn out in a 'whole lot of fun'. I'm sure my supposed-to-be husband won't mind me scooping out new fresh meat. I'd let him do his thing and I'd do mine. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad experience.

" You're getting married to a complete stranger you imbecile. It's all bad!!" My mind yelled. God I was sugarcoating it so I won't feel bad for myself.

I plopped down my bed, screaming all my anger away as I buried my face on my pillow. Ten minutes of constant screaming made me feel a little better that I've decided to continue to packing up my things. I debated as to how many suitcases I'll bring and settled for only two bags, I've decided that my future husband has to take me shopping as soon as he sees his future loving *scoff* wife. I slipped my phone on my pocket before I walked out of the front door without bidding goodbye to my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother but I wasn't in the mood to talk to her, besides I'd be seeing her in a couple of days.