Arrange Marrige To The PlayBoy!

Chapter 2

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Last time I trusted a man he played me.

Last time I trusted a bitch she betrayed me.

So excuse my attitude this is how fakes made me.

I'm damaged and it's irreversible no one can change me . . . -Arial

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D E U X :

Adrian's POV:

Feeling sweaty and clammy and leaving that janitors closet to smell like one Nasty monkey cage, I fixed my disheveled hair. My lips moistened and my shirt loosely put on; I placed on the buttons and I watched as the girl sobbed crying off half naked.

"I'm sorry . . . Not, fine do your walk of shame" I muttered to the girl I just played and binned like the dirty Kleenex tissue she is that needed ever so desperately to be discarded. I don't toy with girls hearts, they know my reputation so why try? I mean c'mon seriously?!

"By the way she's walking with her head held high, she's doing the stride of pride with her sex fanatic hair" an amused quiet voice said behind me. To my utter surprise it was Arial who looked at me disgusted. I scowled even though she looked cute with her face scrunched up.

Dude! You definitely have a vagina . . .

I scowled at her and lamely responded, "what you looking at?!" And she jerked an eyebrow expertly and shrugged nonchalantly.

"A public humiliation" she says walking off, the crowd of people like a sea swallowing up her petite figure. I shook my head, I sound like some damsel in distress with all my thoughts.

The thought of home should make you feel abundant feelings of warmth and comfort, but me, I just feel like a lost lonely prince, deserted in a mansion. My euphoria of my dad would be venom to say at least . . . Their are many synonyms, my mother would be the ice queen . . .

Her heart is at the very least solitude for my well being. Both my 'Majestic' parents are forcing me in to marriage. To manage their companies, one of them I don't mind . . . The Playboy Mansion. Watching hot strippers, yes I just think I won a thousand lotteries.

I mean, yes I'm only 17 but my parents can't wait to get rid of me. My mother scarce me with dreadful, horrific flashbacks of my childhood. She used to dress me; a boy with pink flamboyant frills. Like the magenta monster hurled me out, with pink blusher. I think she may've even considered a sex change. But then they found her illness, she was a bit mental.

Yet she's considered the model to be envied. When you hear you mates gnashing over the fuck that your mother is sexy as hell and that they'd tap her like no tomorrow makes me flustered. Embarrassed. Angry. And makes me wanna hide underneath my momma's skirt. My dad, who is the man I had inherited my handsome looks from adores my mum forgetting her flaws.

He says I can no longer remain my bachelor life. My parents are like hippies, classy hippies. Sex addicts who do the HUMPTY dump anywhere they go. Even at the age of 38, they can't stop their love making and that sickens me; their should be a rule that no ancient people are allowed to have coitus. That'll scar us- the younger generations eyes. Blinding us.

So he's set up this game. Where, people from all districts and places of business industries will come for my wedding proposal. I argued and threw a tantrum ever second my dad scolded me and threatened to take away fluff, my cat whom I love more than the world. That shut me the fuck up straight. No questions asked.

Kohl, who was at my side congratulating me about my fix up, why does he seem so happy?

"Dude why're you excited. I have to tie the frigging knot cause of my dad and here you are smiling like you have a banana stuck in your mouth and . . . Doesn't your cheek burn from being so high?" I question incredulously.

"You get the chance to meet some hot hoes, and your complaining! Why? Your so fortunate, but any rejected sluts, give the snobby bitches to me, ill give them one bang if their lifetime!" He says giddily and I roll my eyes. He's the one that's horny all the time.

"Your gross, y'know that?" I say tentatively, vividly reminiscing the time where he worked in 'the north pole' in one of those corny mall shops. He's rich yet he does it because theirs some hot elf's. I remember one time, he scared this innocent girl who was 13 while he was 16.

He told her that her gift was in his 'Southern Section' and kept on making crude gestures to her. He even went so far and extreme that he was dry humping a reindeer and she ran away. And was never to be seen again.

"So who d'you think your parents chose- the victims in your case" he states.

"I really don't know, I don't want now snappy, demanding and self centred vain person. Then again I don't want some sex craved girl who always wants shit- can't deal with those their fucking annoying!" I say, my head going in to a phase of a migraine.

"You talk about them like their some toys" he deadpans and I glower at him, my scowling turned in to a grimace.

"Your no better, who's the girl for your week? Decide one yet?" I say bemused. It's always one of those kinky cheerleaders, that act like filthy swines in bed.

"That new girl, Arial. She's not hot or anything but she's different. Bet she's a virgin anyways I want her, bet she's good in bed always wanted to have it with some nun" he says looking at her direction.

I don't know what seriously came over me. It's like my arm had a brain of its own, as I swung my fist on his eye. I winced as I quickly retracted my hands, I was acting strange, he looked at me mortified. And I shrugged.

"My hand slipped?" I say with a sheepish grin.

"You bastard! You gave a black eye!" He fumes.

"I was practicing another boxing move" I try.

"What? Fucking now?!" He says disbelievingly.

"Oh god, their was a bee on your eye! I was just trying be a nice friend stop interrogating me!" I say in a convincing tone, he believes me as he smiles and takes me under his wing.

I came to one conclusion, I'm just very sensitive right now. I just don't wanna end up with some cocky, bitch and a demanding one at that. If I'm gonna live my life with her I want to mould her myself perfectly.

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