Arranged Marriage: Hot,Cocky, But he's not going to ruin my life!

Arranged Marriage 5

After Padre had left we spent about two hours bickering. I'd got changed and dried my hair in one of the spare bedrooms only to find a maid clean and lock it up when I'd finished. We ate our diner in near silence except for the occasional snide comment.

"I'm going to bed now," Finley announced, switching the t.v. off. He walked out of the room turning the light off too leaving me no choice but to follow. It's just as much of an effort to keep up with him now.

"And where am I going?"

"To bed." I just pulled a face.

"Don't act dumb. Where am I going to sleep."

"With me," he said then opened the bedroom door. It looked just as lovely as earlier but the bed seemed to have shrunk in head. "Or on the floor which ever you prefer." He walked into the door on the left of the bed and turned on a tap.

"What about the other rooms." There was nothing wrong with them. The fact that there wasn't a strange man about to sleep in them made them even more appealing.

"You're going to be my wife soon anyway," he said coming out and toothbrush in hand. He grabbed some shaving cream and put it in a cupboard in the en suit. "The other rooms are locked by now. You might enjoy it later," he said contentedly looking me up and down, then laughing at my expression. My stomach fluttered, he's too gorgeous.

I frowned slightly. I thought that whole sharing thing was a one off. "That is my own bathroom at least isn't it?" Small blessings.

"No," he called from the bathroom. Or no blessings at all. "That leads to two wardrobes. You've got stuff in there if you look."

I didn't really have a choice, do I? "I'll stay here tonight," I said. "But, 1. You have to stay on that side 2. I'm getting a different room tomorrow and 3. Don't you dare come into my wardrobe, I'm getting changed." I walked through the door stopping him arguing. The room was a good sized with clothes lined up over every wall, all colour coded, mine on the left, his on the right. There's also jewellery, hats, gloves, etc.

None of the night stuff was exactly conservative. I chose and changed into a silk ruby shorts and top pair.

Finley was sat on the bed reading, wearing only his boxers. I walked quickly to get under the covers before he saw me. Bit too late for that.

He looked up and wolf whistled. My cheeks went red. "Shut up. I don't see why you're making me sleep here."

He was actually laying well over half way across the bed so I had no space at all. "Move up a bit," I said nudging his leg over. "What's the point of this? I thought this was to come here to test my character."

"Ok, then, this is to test your ability to resist the lure of having me," he said softly, moving even closer. Finley's leg was against mine now and I could smell his enticing minty scent; feel his bare chest against my skin. Why are you so beautiful? "You know you want me," he whispered into my neck.

"Get off. And no I do not."

"Yes you do," he said, even closer to me so that I could feel his warm breath, but I could tell he was smiling under his serious expression.

"No, I don't," I said and this time I roughly pushed him away.

"Then why was your heart beating so fast?" He smiled openly now. "Just admit it."

Time for my revenge. I have no idea what time he gets up but it's still quite dark and he was breathing deeply next to me. I rested my head on my elbow and looked over him; he looked so innocent like that. If only he could stay that way.

I got up and went to the cabinet in next to the shower. I took out the whitish looking shower gel and emptied it down the sink. I filled the bottle again with my own hair removal cream (a leaving gift from one of my meaner friends that was now about to come in handy). Now this would be funny!

I then tip-toed back into bed. Finley's hand then suddenly appeared around my waist. I kicked out as a reflex. "What was that for!" he shouted, immediately awake.

"For touching me- again!"

"I was asleep!"

"So was I, but I didn't feel you up," I retorted.

"So you were asleep when you were sighing over me were you?" he said. "Don't worry, Fee, I'm used to girls like you. It's something that comes with being as hot as this."

"Get over yourself," I said as he got up to go to the bathroom. This was it - yay for brilliant plans! "And don't call me Fee."

I heard him switch the shower on and get in. Not long now, I'd best get ready to run. I knew that cream stung like hell when you first put it on so he'd find out soon enou-

"FLEUR!"

And run. I just got to the door when Finley came in, boxers thrown on again, stomach turning pink and skin glistening. I could tell he was furious. I ran down the corridor down the next and half way down the stairs, laughing loudly and breathing fast as he chased me. When he caught me, he grabbed me round the middle and we both tumbled down the last few steps. He landed practically on top of me. He put his arms on the floor either side of my head. Contact with his torso had made my top wet and it was fast going see-through. I tried hard to move Finley's muscular body off of me but he was too strong.

"What?" I asked, feigning innocence. "Awh, your tummy looks an ickle bit soar."

"What was in there?" he demanded.

"How would I know? You just may have a little less hair now, but to be honest I'm not a great fan of snail trails anyway."

"I could have put that in my hair!"

"Cunt. You should've been a bit nicer to me then."

"Bitch."

"Douche."

"Say sorry now or I'm not getting up."

"I didn't say sorry last time you did this so what makes you think I will now? Hmm?" I defiantly, giving abs one last pointless push.

"We're going to be waiting here a long time then." I looked down at my shirt and could see it was totally transparent, and being white my bra wouldn't be close behind. "Yes I can see," Finley said smugly, knowing I'd feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"What was that?" he said childishly.

"Sorry!"