Unexpected

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   Photo of Bryson Adam Ryder😍

Adeola's POV
       My parents had just told me that I have a husband! And they expected me to be cool with it?! When they told me to come live with them in America I had no idea this was what they meant. I used to live in Nigeria with my grandma, but my parents have been living here all their lives so were my two elder siblings, I was also born here but I was taken to Africa to learn culture and morals since my grandma was in the US during the growth of my elder ones and she wasn't present for mine.
My name is Adeola Lilimar Akinsanya, I'm 17. My mother is a black american, my dad is a Nigerian.
They had sent for me and I've been here since last two weeks and gotten enrolled in a school. I was hurt because I had to leave my friends behind, my boyfriend. I had come here to be given away! What if I don't like the guy? Jesus! My own has fry. I hissed and put on a high waisted African print trouser and a blue fitted croptop and red sandals that fit my pants.
I packed my long thick hair on top of my head.
'Adeola come down!' My dad yelled his African accentadly tainted by american accent. I don't think I have an accent tho. I groaned I was finally going to meet the so called husband.
I carried my bag and went downstairs.
'Chill I'm here!' I said. I spotted my sister and brother already prepared. 'Wow nice style!' My sister gushed.
'I know right! So chic, so unique.' My mum added.
I grinned and muttered a thank you.
We all got in my dad's Previa. "Let's get this shit over with" I thought.
I played with my fingers nervous. Nobody has told me anything about this family except the fact that they were super wealthy because the man was some kind of Dangote  in America.
After an hour of driving and bickering in the car which I hardly participated in except it had to do with dissing someone.

Bryson's POV
    I rolled my eyes and went to my room, my parents had just told me that the "wife" was coming over today. When I had heard about this whole arrangement I broke quite a few things.
As the cold water hit my body, I yelled at the stupid torture I had to endure, she had better be sight worthy!
I got out of the shower and got dressed in blue skinny jeans and a grey yeezy shirt, fuck no I'm not gonna dress to impress no one. I dropped on my bed and immediately I unlocked my phone, I heard my mum call 'Bryson!' I groaned. Let's do this shit!
      I walked as slowly as I could down the long spiral stairs, my parents were already conversing 'you look beautiful' my mum chirped. I rolled my eyes and made my entrance known. 'Oh this is our son Bryson Ryder! Bryson meet your fiance Adeola.' My dad said happily but his tone gave a don't fuck this up tone.
I looked at the Adeola girl. She was damn fine! Even more than. And her swag was off the chart awesome. But no one told me I was marrying a black girl.
'Hi' she said simply. Her parents cleared their throat while mine looked at me. 'Hello.' I replied curtly. 
My dad laughed and said 'okay let's go have lunch and discuss.'
 
Adeola's POV
      He was fine I'll admit but I didn't think I was marrying a white man. This shit is reminding me of slavery oh! What the hell? The dude was cute and had some type of Mystery to him. His blue-grey eyes were so clear they almost seemed inexistent and looked as if they stared into your soul, his hair was brown at the root and a whitish-blonde at the strands. His style was cool.
I followed them to the dining table. My best friend Jumoke sent me a message telling me how she will beat me back to Nigeria. I laughed "if only she knew" I'm not coming back.
'What's amusing?' My dad asked.
'Nothing, just a message.' I replied.
'A guy?' Mrs Ryder asked me her British accent thick as fuck. Her husband was american though.
I glanced at her and so did her son while others stared at me.
'No a girl.' I replied curtly.
'Good! Because only Bryson should be your man' she replied. Bryson scoffed. 'I'll make sure of it!' My dad said. I rolled my eyes and ate.
'I'm sorry I'm late.' A dude that looked a bit younger said walking in he had black hair.
'Nice of you to finally join us Justin!' Mr Ryder snapped at him the boy wasn't fazed. He sat down and dished himself and then fist bumped Bryson.
'Who is wifey?' He asked him Bryson motioned to me with his head.
The dude looked at me and smirked but didn't say anything else.
'Tell us about yourself Adeola.' Mrs Rhyder chirped.
'Uhm... I am Adeola Lilimar Akinsanya as you already know, I was born here and bred in Nigeria, I left the united states when I was Four and I usually come for holidays and go back for school. I can't really say if I'm a nice person or not because I say whatever comes to me. I  love to dance and I love music that don't kill my mood. I am 17 soon to be 18 and I'm in my last year in highschool.' I said and drank my juice. ' what are your hobbies and what do you like in a lover?' She pried. Her sons looked at her quizzically.
'I love to dance, read, be on my phone and I love to draw. And I don't know what I like in a lover. I haven't gone that deep.' I replied.
In fact I don't know why my parents are doing this isn't this against my dad's tribe? I'm confused.
'How about you Bryson? Tell us about yourself.' My mother said placing the back of her hands under her chin she meant business.
'Bryson Adam Ryder. British-American, I play football and basketball during the seasons and I model at times. I'm 18, I love fun, clubbing partying, I smoke weed and cigar and occasionally drugs.' He said obviously to put us off. My parents' widened their eyes, my sister put more food in her mouth while my brother snickered. 'BRYSON ADAM RYDER!' his mother yelled.
'What you know it's true, she's gonna be my wife after all I have to be honest. Im in my last year in highschool, I love to have sex, hot steamy sex. And I love music and my peace and personal space.'he added his accent is so exotic more of american with the British slur making him so serious and giving his eyes more sophistication.
'Why are we doing this?' I asked.
'With your family's company and mine we would be unstoppable and Mr Akinsanya is a very good friend of mine and we respect each other. This is serious business and the both of you will have to get used to each other, get to know yourselves. The wedding is fast approaching in the next two weeks before you resume for school, it's best since it's holiday period. Plus immediately after your marriage you are both moving out of our houses to your own that we have purchased for you.' Mr Ryder stated.
'What?!' I yelled.
The Bryon dude didn't seem bothered he just ate with a poker face.
'Lower your voice young lady!' My dad scolded.
I looked at them with bewilderment. This whole shit is fucked up!
I dropped my fork, I've lost my appetite. What if I get pregnant?! This shit just got very real to me.
'Please where is your restroom?' I asked.
'You can use the one downstairs, down the hall and the door away from others by the left. ' Mrs Ryder directed.
I got up and followed Her direction.
I heard "damns" obviously from mr white boys. Were they just getting the info?!

  
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