Forced to Commit, but Not Forced to Love

Ch 5- My Eyes Are Up Here

A/N: Dedicated to MariMitchellBaker, for reading and liking all the chapters of this book. You rock! :)

And now back to the story.

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That night was the first time I had cried myself to sleep. Sad or cute, I don't know, but the anxiety I experienced was more than I could handle.

What if I become his slave?

What if I never get to see my friends again?

What if this marriage ends in divorce?

And worse of all,

What if he never loves me?

Grace, being the amazing person she is, assured me that everything was going to turn out fine. The rage in her eyes when I told her about the arrange marriage and how my dad didn't even give me a choice or let me consider. She held her "Prince Charming" dream close to her heart, and was determined to let me live my fairy-tale.

Problem is that my life isn't a fairy-tale- I'm going to end up cold and along, a jerk for a husband who never loved me or showed me kindness. Whoopie.

I fell asleep that night and guess what I dreamed? That's right, I dreamed of a happily ever after. I was a princess who was about to get my saving kiss from my prince. But the dream turned sour when he turned into a frog and hopped away. I ran after him, only to hear him say, "You're ugly. I don't want to be with you."

Somehow I knew that was what James was saying in real life as well.

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The next week we celebrated Christmas. Well, I shouldn't say celebrated, since I was forced into an agreement without a say. Needless to say, I did have an enjoyable time during the holidays.

Until January 3rd. You know how they say that the new year brings new changes? They're not lying.

That was the day that again, I stood face to face with James, the British bum-bag who doesn't know how to speak kind words to people.

It was the weekend, so I was contently chilling in my onesie, reading a killer teen fiction book. I was minding my own business that weekend, when I heard the doorbell ring. My parents were getting ready upstairs so I looked out the window, expecting it to be my sister.

Nope. Not even close.

My heart started racing when I thought James had caught sight of me. Crap, what do I do? I considered running upstairs and hiding away in my room so that I wouldn't have to face him again. Or at least for a couple of minutes.

Ding-dong. "What are you doing? I can see you standing next to the door! Now open it for goodness sakes!"

Darn. He had seen me, and was rude about it. My fear melted away into as I opened the door, quite angrily I must add, only to see his smirking face, bluntly checking me out. I was feeling quite sassy, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face. "Um, hello? My eyes are up here."

His amused gaze met my hard face before he answered, "Yeah, but your onesie's down there."

Shit. I snapped my head downwards only to confirm what he said as true. This was not happening, oh gosh. I had opened the door in my pajamas. Kill me now. My face flushed, turning bright red, which apparently seemed funny to him as he started laughing. At me. Outside my house. While I'm in my pajamas.

But before I could slam the door on his face, or dig up a hole and die, I felt my dad's hand on my shoulder. And wouldn't you know what he said?

"Hello James. Why don't you come inside?"

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Why?

That was the only question I asked when I found out the reason for James's visit. As soon as he walked through the door, Mr. #nofilter became sincere and diplomatic in asking my parents for what he wanted. He wanted me.

Wait, no- that sounds wrong! No, he did NOT want me like that! (I repeat, did NOT)

James wanted to take me out. Like a date. He was just laughing at me outside the door, then all of a sudden he's asking me- no, cross that- my parents if we could go on a date? Something seems wrong here, right? No? Just me being paranoid? Okay then.

He mentioned that his parents were on their way here (which is why my parents got ready, ohhh...) and that he wanted to "spend some time getting to know me." I called bullshit, but my parents didn't; in fact they were delighted to say yes for me. Whoopie.

My dad said we could leave as soon as I got ready. Got ready? Crap, I'm still in my onesie, with my hair in a messy bun. I hurried upstairs, but not before I caught sight of James with his signature smirk. I'm pretty sure I heard a snicker as I passed him to run to get ready.

Great. I'm going to spending who knows how long with him.

Only question it, will I be able to tolerate it?

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A/N: Wow! About 130 reads and 6 likes?! Thank you all!

So Lily is going on her "date" with James. Where are they going? What's she going to wear? ;) I think the date chapter will be fun to read...

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