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

Arranged Marriage 7

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Next morning, after I got showered in one of the spare rooms now mercifully unlocked, I put on my wet-look dark jeans and gorgeous yellow top with a really cute massive bow. A bit girly I know but it's gorgeous! I tiptoed down the long corridors to the kitchen. Finley had best not be there. I wasn't ready to face him just yet because I can't believe I actually said sorry. I wasn't sorry one little bit. No actually, I was sorry he didn't lose more of his hair. Still the whole incident was worth it. The look on his face was one hundred percent priceless! If only I had a camera.

Luckily he wasn't in the kitchen. I helped myself to a large bowl of cereal and several large teaspoons of sugar- terrible I know but I need a bit of sweetness in my life.

"Sure you don't want something a little more healthy?" I turned around and dropped my bowl with a loud crash.

"Sh*t!" a man of about 50 years was smiling sympathetically at me.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get someone to clean it up," he said washing his hands in the sink and tying on an apron. "I'm Bruce, the fabulous chef here, and you're the fiancé I take it?" He seemed normal enough so I eventually said, "Y-yeah. Fleur." Do I always have to sound like a frightened little child when I meet someone new. I was just shocked because I didn't realise he was there.

"Rather you than me," he said a little quieter but chuckling making me laugh to. "So what do you say? Want some food?"

"Don't worry about it." I didn't want to put him out. He seems nice, the only nice person I've met since being here, like my old chef. He sighed and chucked me an apple.

"You've got to eat something and you may as well start with one of your three-a-day."

"Five," I said and we both started laughing again.

"Well, I've never been any good with numbers." I raised an eyebrow at him, jokingly. "Now, if I were you I'd go, I think I can here Mr. Boefield coming."

I stopped for a second and sure enough I heard footsteps coming towards us. I mouthed thanks at him but didn't know where to go. I couldn't go out the main door so I ran into the little room Bruce was pointing to. I closed the door and stood silently for a minute in the pitch black. It must have been some sort of larder because it smelled of herbs and bread but I wasn't stupid enough to turn the light on a check. I had to keep moving from one foot to the other because the floor was stone and freezing.

"Hi, Bruce," I heard Finley's cool voice call from beyond the door. I could hear his light footsteps too. "Have you met my 'darling' fiancé yet?" He made it obvious I was anything but darling to him, rude git.

"Can't say I've had the pleasure yet?" Bruce replied. "Is she that bad?" Ooh this'll be interesting. But if he's really mean I don't think I want to hear not that I can totally block my ears.

"And worse. I can't believe I'm going to be living with such a brat!" My mouth was open in shock. Not that I should be, he's called me plenty of names but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

"Erm... ok," chef replied awkwardly, probably because he knew I could hear. "So..."

"Oh yeah," Finley continued as if he hadn't just slagged off his wife-to-be without her even being there to defend herself. Well I am here, but that's besides the point. "I've got a few friends coming round again today. There'll be five of us including her, so if you could just cook us something like pizza, chips, whatever." Her? The cat's mother. "Any way, got to go, I've got my revenge to carry out. If you see Fleur tell her to meet me by the pool."

Revenge- what?! He'd had his revenge when he'd nearly squashed me to death and forced me to apologise to him. Why did he need more? As soon as he'd left the kitchen I ran out of the kitchen not even saying bye to Bruce. If he thought I was going to just walk to him like a little baby lamb than he'd got another thing coming. Surely he didn't just assume I'd let him push me in again.

I had to hide. Once I'd left the cupboard and said a quick thanks and bye to Bruce I hurried towards the stairs trying to get passed the corridor leading to the pool without Finley hearing or seeing me, but as usual my curiosity got the better of me. If I just have a quick look into the room he won't know I'm there and I'll get to see what he's planned, so it's win-win right?

As peered round the glass doors praying he wouldn't see me, I spotted him laid back on one of the cream window seats. He had one hand behind his head, he looked a lot more relaxed than I'd seen him since moving here and he looked so, well, hot! Wait, no I didn't mean that. Even I couldn't deny that he looked gorgeous with his dark hair tousled, his toned stomach on show and a slight smirk playing at his lips.

Smirk? OMFG! That's my phone he's looking at! "What are you doing?!" I demanded, striding across the massive room, my footsteps echoing.

"Glad you could join me, Fee," he said, the smirk growing.

"Get your hands off it. I mean it, Finley, I'm not even messing with you this time... if you damage my phone I will grab your balls and literally rip them off." I took a few more steps towards him but he just got up and moved to the pool's edge.

He ran his tongue over his teeth and said, "I like the sound of the first bit. Maybe you could show me sometime." With that he dropped my phone. No warning, nothing.

It only made a small splash but my screech was loud enough. "You bastard!" I shouted, running over to him and hitting his chest as hard as I could. I actually beat him all the way back to his seat. I was so angry that I was a lot stronger than usual and Finley seemed surprised at how hard I was hitting him.

"Ow! Fee, calm it," he was saying. He was sat down now so I was towering above him. I used this to my advantage by hitting his head as well. "That's it!" He finally managed to grab my wrists so I couldn't hit out. Not that it stopped me from trying. He pulled me hard towards him so that I ended up on top of him.

I could see the dark red patches from my slaps all over his bare chest. I felt a momentary twinge of sympathy. Both our breaths were rapid and in time he looked from my body to my face and laughed softly again making any thoughts of being sorry dissipate. I pulled violently away. After giving my dirtiest possible look I walked out.