Betrothed To Him

Chapter Fourteen ♛& ❧

(This chapter is the only different chapter in this book. It will be written in Ian's p.o.v & the narrators p.o.v. Enjoy my loves)

Betrothed To Him

Chapter Fourteen: ♛ ❧

Six years ago, 

The night Ian & Lana met.

Ian's p.o.v

She was laughing, her eyes were squinted, and her teeth were perfect. Her abundant hair hung about her shoulders in a mass of red curls. I took in the shape of her slim thighs, the rise of her hip and contrasting dip of her waist, up to her creamy bare shoulders exposed by the narrow straps of her loose half cut top, revealing the fine muscles of her stomach. She had on a tight leather skirt, heavy earrings, and a shining diamond necklace.

"What do you think of that girl, Tony?" I ask Anthony who sat in the private red velvet booth beside me, my eyes still fixed on her. I couldn't move them even if I wanted to.

"Which one? Her?" he pointed at some blonde plastic stick who looked like she was about to explode from all the injections she had invested poorly in. 

"Fuck no," I said glaring at him, offended. 

"What? She's hot?" 

"The one behind her" I gestured with my head at her.

He pauses, stopping the Asian stripper who was sucking on his neck. He looks back at me, then back at her who was now taking another shot with her friends.

"I know what you're thinking bro, don't do it. She's too young for you," Anthony says before taking another gulp from his drink, while the two Asian chicks played on his lap.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" I'm only twenty-two? I shoot him another glare but, regret it immediately when I didn't see her standing with her friends anymore. Where the fuck did she go?

I put my drink down and swallowed the liquid. Got to my feet and walked away from the main room that overlooked the dance floor. My agitation was growing. No one slips out of my hand.

Especially not her.

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"I came in-liiikee a wreckinggg-ballll" Lana who was partially intoxicated slurred the last lyrics to Miley Cyrus's song, she swayed her hips and moved from one part of the stage to another while the club was blasting with the DJ's talented mashups and different tracks of the hottest hits. Lana continued screaming the chorus to all the songs he was playing, completely ignoring the trailing flat gazes she was getting from the crowd who were mostly drunk and too dumbfound to care.

Tonight she was 18, and hell if she wasn't going to enjoy every bit of it.

"Lana comes back down, you can't be up there!" Lana's best friend Nikky compressed a laugh while screaming over the music, trying with all her will to get her drunken best friend attention waving her arms. To her disappointment, her voice, and signalling waves had gone both unnoticed. 

Although no one really knew how she managed to grab their attention, they all came to a stop when the music finally stopped. To everyone's surprise, except for her friends, Lana launched back for the stage. She walked seductively to the microphone, grabbing it from the DJ's keyboard, swaying her hips. 

Tonight she didn't look anything like one of the youngest daughters of the well-known multi-billionaire; 'The Heir To The Biggest Industrials Company, Lana Houstan'.