Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 30


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Kyle’s face turned into a smirk, but failed to do so.

“I ca…can do better than th…that.” He shrugged, his attempt to hide the awe failing.

I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table.

Breakfast went by pretty fast, very fast actually.

Kyle and I would make some small talk here and there.

But mostly, he would tease me about how nervous I looked, and how this was just the beginning of the day.

But that made me seem only more stressed.

The rest of today went by like that.

Kyle telling me what to do, and what not to do.

For damn sake, he even made me sing”I’m a Little Teapot”in front of all his friends!

Must I add the fact he almost snubbed me in front of them?!

Then again… I did like it… NO I DIDN’T!

Okay, so maybe just a little… no.

I didn’t like it.

I liked it.

I had to become his little pet and follow him around everywhere, act all mushy with him.

I mean, I know we are a couple and all, but kyle is just too much!

After we came home, it was 11:00 at night.

I was tired as hell, but I didn’t want to go all the way upstairs.

Kyle and I were in the living room couch, my legs on his lap.

I was watching Disney Channel as he intensely stared at my face.

Like, personal space bro!

Or fiancee in this case.

“You like Disney?” He chuckled.

“Isn’t that just a bit too childish?”

I glared at him fiercely, making him shut up.

“Nobody said it wasn’t for grown ups.”

“Nobody said it wasn’t cute.” He kissed my cheek.

I looked at him, as he did the same.

And we ended up doing just that, staring at each other.

Sounds creepy, but I felt lost.

The next thing I knew, he slammed his lips into mine, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist, and mine automatically flew around his neck.

But, I didn’t kiss back.

Because this kiss wasn’t like the others he gave me.

This one was forceful, full of lust, and he was hurting me.

I squeezed my eyes as I felt his hands dig in to my waist.

I wish he would stop.

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“Kiss back, kiara.” Kyle growled, biting my lip hard.

And I had no choice but to.

I was right, and so was he.

I would have never knew what this day would bring me.

“Kyle stop…” My voice was barely audible, but I knew he heard.

“Stop.” I whimpered.

It was then that finally he pulled away.

He looked at me, hurt.

“I’m sorry kiara.” He whispered, loosening his grip on my waist.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine, it’s Kyle-Day.” I fake-smiled, hiding the pain I was in.

Kyle was strong, really strong.

When he squeezed my waist, I felt like someone dug a knife into my sides.

But, the pain slowly eased by the minute.

“I am so sorry kiara. Are you badly hurt? Do you need anything? I can….”

“I’m fine kyle.” I mumbled, standing up as I tried to ignore the jabbing pain in my sides.

“I am.”

I started walking up the stairs, and it hurt when I took a step.

I think kyle noticed because I felt myself being picked up bridal style in his arms, as he carried me to my bed.

“I hurt you bad.” He muttered against my forehead.

“I’m fine.”

“We all know that only means, I’m not fine. Please help me.”

I stared at him in shock.

I never thought he would be so deep like this.

“Yeah, I know that. And I know so much
more too. You just haven’t seen that side of me these past few weeks.” His face softened, and he
looked hurt.

Badly hurt.

“You never bothered to.”

I felt so guilty now, a lump in my throat formed, I bit my lip.

He layed me down on my bed, kissing me one last time before sighing deeply.

“Goodnight kiara.” He whispered, his lips touching my cheek.

I watched him as he left my room and closed the door behind him.

I want to be in his arms again.

I thought.

And it was up until then that I realized, my feelings are back for him.

Completely back.

I want them to be back, but then, I
don’t want them.

I’m afraid if I do love him again, he might hurt me, despise the wedding.

And I just… don’t want to be hurt again.

Never again.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

“Goodnight kyle…..”