Married To The Douchebag of the Century

Chapter 6

Charlotte's P.O.V.

"What did you just say to me?" I asked, confused. Okay, this guy is a

nutcase....and an ass. He had that same obnoxious smirk on his face.

"I said, how does Charlotte Castro sound." Yeah, he's a nutcase.

"What are you saying?" I started to laugh, "You honestly think I'll marry you?

I don't even know you, and so far Im not impressed." I said confidently.

He frowned, and then gestured to himself, "Who wouldn't want to be married to

this." He asked with disbelief on his face and I pointed to myself.

"I wouldn't want to marry that." He shook his head, not believing a word Im

saying, "Why not? Im handsome, sexy, and Im a billionaire." I pretended to gag.

"More like conceited, self-fish- Wait, why? I don't know you, I met you

yesterday....and I was drunk!" I said in disbelief. He sighed, and ran a hand

through his hair, giving me this sudden feeling to run my hands through his hair

too. Woah, what was that?

"My father cut me off. And, the only way to get my money back is to get

married." I shrugged, "And, since the paparazzi got a picture of you, you're the

one I have to marry." I scoffed.

"I don't want to marry you." I stated simply. Okay, what's wrong with this guy?

I haven't known him for a day. And, he's a complete jerk. And, he's not even

asking me to marry him....he's telling me. Does that sound like someone you

would want to marry?

He scoffed, and looked at me as though I was the one suggesting to get married.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Just....Stop being stubborn. I'll pay you. I'll

give you anything you want. How does that sound?" He asked desperately, I

pretended to think.

"Anything you say? Hmmm.....no." I said, and he groaned and ran a hand through

his hair, "Besides. My mom would kill me! I can't just go up to her and say,

'Hey mom. How's your day going? Oh, by the way Im getting married. Your days

going good you say?'" I said giving him a 'duh' look. He shrugged.

"Just tell her you wanted to hide me. That you were afraid that they would

scare me off, or something like that." He said with another shrug. I glanced at

him, and sighed.

"I still don't know. You're an ass and a jerk. And, you would cheat on me." I

said, and he frowned.

"So?" I glared at him and pointed to myself.

"I don't get cheated on." My phone suddenly ranged and I quickly grabbed it, and glanced at

Josh before answering the phone.

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly into the phone. I heard a muffled thank god, and

a sigh in the phone.

"Charlotte, we've been looking everywhere for you. Annie told me, that you went