Married To Mr.Wrong

•Mr.Wrong•

"You know you could be nice for once." I reply back to his remark. "I'm only saying what I'm thinking." I grew agitated at his sudden change in character.

"Let's just get this stupid photoshoot done so I can leave." I say. "Agreed." Evan says. The photographer then game in.

"Places people places! Hello my name is Craig and I am Evan's photographer! Nice to meet you soon to be Mrs. Fong!" The photographer says.

"Nice to meet you." I say. "Now firstly I want you two to stand next to each other and pose cutely." He says.

I stand next to Evan as I look up at him and smile. He looks down at me and smiles as well. "One...two...three!" The photo was taken.

From there on it was another hour of torture. Torture being pretending to be in love with this guy.

The thought of his personality was sick. He was rude and only cared for himself and the company.

But apparently people look up to him as this legend of a person. If only they were forced to marry him.

I left as soon as possible but boy was that a mistake. The paparazzi came and I felt like I was gonna die.

All you could see from down the street was me running. I eventually lost them when I went inside a cafe.

I thought why not get something while I was here. "Hi can I get a vanilla latte?" I ask as I pull out my wallet.

"Sure thing-Y/n?" I look up and a smile instantly appears on my face. "Mark? It's been a long time!" I say.

"Yeah it has been! Hold on, this is on the house." He says. "What? No! What will the manager say?" I ask.

"Who says I'm not the manager?" He asks. "Slick like always." I say. "Yup...I should take my break now actually." He says.

Someone takes his place at the register and he walks towards me with my drink. "Do you think we could go somewhere more secluded? Paparazzi are after me and I don't want you to be involved." I say.

"Sure! Come into the break room." We head into the back and sat down next to each other on the couch.

"Why is the paparazzi after you then?" He asks. "Well, if you haven't noticed the dress or make up, Im in a tough situation." I say.

"Such as?" "So this guy got me involved by saying I was his fiancé when I didn't even know him. So I'm forced to marry him." I say.

"Really? Who is the guy?" "Evan Fong." I reply. "Are you serious?!? You're gonna get married to thee Evan Fong?" Mark asks.

"I know it's crazy right. I honestly don't know how this happened. It's all his fault." I say as I take a sip of my latte.

"I can't relate on how you stressed are but you do seem very out of breathe." Mark says. "Trust me, I am." I say.

"Oh before I forget, here is my number so we can stay in contact." Marks says. At that time, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I picked it up. "Meet at the company again. We need to go over arrangements for the wedding." Evan's voice rang through.

"I'll be there in a bit." I say as I hang up. "You mind giving me a ride to Fong Industry?" I ask. "Not at all. I'll be happy to take you."

He gave me a ride to the company. "Thanks Mark. I'll text you right when I'm done, I promise." I say as I get out.