Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 15



I stared into his icy blue eyes, as he looked into my deep brown ones.

The feeling of his touch sent tingles down my body,again.

Stupid feelings.

Then he suddenly hovered his fingers over my face, wiping my tears away with a look I couldn’t quite recognize…sorry?

I felt his breath on my face, making my face go 120 degrees.

Then, kyle did something I never thought he would do.

He knitted his eyebrows in concentration, slowly pulling my face closer to his.

Bringing my lips closer to his, he closed his eyes while I did the same.

He had to lean his head down since I was so short compared to him, while I was on my tippy toes.

Even though our lips hadn’t touched yet, I felt that wave of electricity shoot through me.

I heard him whisper, “I’m sorry” before completely closing the space between us.

A thousand million sparks and fireworks blew off as our lips moved in sync.

My hands traveled to his hair, tangling my fingers into them as his fingers stroked themselves down to my waist.

He started to stroke up and down on my sides, later moving his hands to my waist and wrapping them tightly together.

My heart beat a thousand times faster, and it felt as though it would stop any second now.

My body heated up when he touched me.

He bit my lips softly, making me moan.

He took that in advantage and slid his tongue inside my mouth.

It was a bit weird first, considering this was my first kiss but that feeling melted into pleasure after a while.

I felt his hands push my back, bringing me tighter and closer into him, so that our abdomens were touching.

His lips curved in the kiss, and I realized he was smiling.

It was until then that I realized what was really going on.

I was kissing Kyle.




Immediately, I pulled away, pushing kyle’s chest away from me.

I choked out a sob and headed out the room, not wanting to look at him.

Just as I was about to step out, I felt him grab my wrist and flip me toward him.

He cupped my face again, with force this time.

I stood there, whimpering uncontrollably, wondering why the hell he would do that.

“Kiara…” He breathed.

“Kiara look at me.” He demanded, pulling my face up for me to see him.

“Stop Kiara, please. Just stop crying.” He pleaded, hurt clear in his voice.

I shook my head hard, in a way to say no.

But, he didn’t care about my choice, like he ever did.

“Kiara, I’m sorry.” He cracked his voice at the end.

“I’m really, truly sorry Kiara. I didn’t know that I had hurt you this much. I’m so so so sorry for what I did to you kiara, but can’t we just forget about it? Kiara, I….”


My hand collided with his cheek, for the second time in my life.

I can’t believe he just said that.