Passion. Price. Possession
There are only two things Gina Gray loves more than her six inch heels and her penthouse suite:
Sex and her family.
When her father proposes an arranged marriage to save their family business, Gina is shocked - even more...
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"Can you believe it, Sal?" Gina seethed as she paced the room of her best friend's apartment. "The man's out to ruin my life!"
Sally sighed. "I think you're exaggerating, Gina. He seems to be a nice guy."
Gina stopped short, looking at Sally as if she'd lost her mind. "Are you insane? Have you forgotten what he did to me?"
Sally stood and slumped her shoulders. "Never, but people change Gina. Maybe he wants to make things right."
Gina scoffed. "He left me to marry another woman, he left the country and now he's back wanting to marry me. Doesn't that sound like an arrogant son of a bitch?"
Sally raked her hand through her hair and blew out a breath. "You're right but you have no choice, G. You'll have to marry him."
Gina watched the sorrowful look that took residence on Sally's face. "I can't believe this is happening. You know when we were together, I always envisioned marrying him - our wedding day. Now I'm getting it and I hate it, I hate it Sal," her lips trembled and before tears could fall, Sally rushed towards her and hugged her.
"Everything's gonna be fine, G, you'll see," Sally comforted, gently massaging her back.
~**~
Time passed with the speed of a bullet and before Gina could fathom what was happening, it was the day of her wedding. Gina stared through the glass windows blankly, watching the activities of the city while she allowed the sun to beat her skin.
"Gina?" she heard her name but wasn't interested in replying or regarding whoever it was. But she knew it was her mother - only she knew how to talk her receptionist into letting her up without permission.
"Gina," Gianna called more firmly before she walked up to face her daughter.
"Leave me alone, mom," she protested when Gianna ushered her from the window.
"You have to be ready in the next hour. Where's your dress?" she asked, glancing hysterically in her daughters solemn face.
"I didn't buy one," she said, smiling.
Gianna rolled her eyes. "I knew you wouldn't, that's why I bought one for you," she said, watching as Gina scowled.
Sally stepped forward, holding up the bag with the dress. "Come on G, you know you have to do this."
Gina rolled her eyes and grabbed the bag. "I hate you guys."
Sally smiled. "Go shower."
Gina spent the longest time under the spray of water, not wanting to step out and face her harsh reality. She was prepared to stay a lot longer until the glass doors were pulled aside, welcoming Sally.
"Get your butt out now," she warned, grabbing a towel from the rack and handing it to her.
Gina complied and stepped in her room to find her mother on the phone.
