Handcuffed Heiress

12. Meet the fiancée

12. Meet the fiancée

Safiare
"What the hell are you wearing? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
"You don't like it."
"It's not that I don't like it. It's that it's different and not your usual style. You're usually the girl next door style, not the look at me I'm a super hot vixen style." (Check out the pic of Safiare on the side.)
"Thanks for the encouragement, Phoenix."
"Don't get me wrong. I think you look great. You look grown."
"I am grown. And if I'm to be the next face of Accosi International, then I have to look the part."
"So you're going to do it."
"I think it's time."
"Well then," he held his arm out for me to take, "let's get this show on the road."

My look for the night was simple yet sexy with a touch of edginess. I was actually feeling confident in myself. I thought I brought it off well, especially since it wasn't my usual style. Now I wanted to see what Marc Jr. thought. I knew absolutely nothing about the guy.

"We probably should have done a background check on him." Phoenix laughed. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes. I want to know what I'm up against before I actually meet him."
"Abdul."
"Yes young master."
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? It's weird."
"My apologies sir."
"The file please." Abdul handed him a file. "You had him checked out?" He scoffed. "I wish I did. I got that from his mother."
"I find it hard to believe that his own mother would have him checked out."
"Who better to do it than her? Open it. There are quite some interesting things in there."

I did, skipping past the basic information like age, full name, birthday etc. I was more interested in his personal life. There were picture of him and a lot of women. I noticed they started when he was eighteen. The pictures were dated. Was he a virgin before that?

"Why are there no pictures of him before he turned eighteen?"
"I'm not sure. It probably has to do with the fact that he was away at boarding school and wasn't in the public's eye until that age." So he might have been doing things before. They just didn't know. "Who are all these women?"
"Those are women he's been involved with."
"Romantically?" He laughed. "You poor misguided thing. "Those are women he's been sexually involved with." I looked at the pictures. "All of them?"
"Yup." There were more than thirty women here. "There are more than thirty women here. He's only twenty-two. That means he's slept with an average of seven women a year."
"I think that's a fairly small amount."
"Oh really? How many women have you slept with in your twenty-one years? I'll need that information for your future wife."
"Saf, men are different from women. We can sleep with as much women as we want and it wouldn't be a problem. For women it's different." I didn't answer him. That was a topic best left for another day.

"Why are all these women blonde?"
"He prefers blondes."
"He also prefers big breasts." I scoffed. "What an asshole."
"He's your asshole now. You're the one that agreed to marry him." So he was a womanizer and a player. Aren't all men? I'd just have to be a little more confident. I was already feeling that way from my attire. I'd have Marc Anthony Paxton kneeling at my feet in no time.
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"Safiare, I'm so glad you could make it." Natalía and I exchanged hugs. Her husband was off talking to some men so I didn't want to disturb him. "I didn't know what your daughter liked so I just went with a spa day."
"Thank you. I'm sure she'll love it. You can speak to her later on." My eyes scanned the room looking for my future husband. He wasn't hard to find. Natalia caught the direction of my eyes. "Would you like me to introduce you now or would you prefer me to do it later?" I smiled. "Later. I want to feel him out before actual introductions are made."
"Okay. Good luck."

I went over to the bar where my future husband was and took the seat beside him. Why was there even at bar here? This was a birthday party. Well I guess I wasn't all that surprised given the guest list. Mr. Tall and Handsome was chatting up some blonde bimbo. She was giggling uncontrollably. I'm sure whatever he's saying isn't all that funny. After a few more minutes of flirting and giggling, she eventually sauntered away. I scoffed. How typical.