Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 32



“I…I…I…” I paused, fiddling with my drink.

“I’m, sorta, maybe, in an, in an arranged marriage.” I spit out in one breath.

Sandra began choking on her drink, coughing for a while until she finally stopped.

“Really?” She asked.

“An arranged marriage?”

I nodded, shrugging.

Was it that bad?

“I mean, you guys don’t love each other or anything?”

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it.

Instead, I simply said,

“Our story is complicated.”

Sandra sighed.

“Okay. But know this, your…fiancee really likes you.” She smiled at me.

I shook my head.

“Well I don’t know. He isn’t so well known to be a faithful guy.” I felt a surge of worry fill me in.

“No, really.” Sandra argued.

“At the mall the other day, the way he looked at you, his eyes were full of emotions, good emotions.”

I giggled.


A flutter of hope erupted inside of me.

“Yeah, do you… like him too?”

I ran my fingers through my soft, dark hair.

“Actually, I used to love him. But, remember, our relationship is complicated and everything. He ended up hurting me a long time ago, and my feelings just sunk. I know, somewhere inside of me, I still have those feelings for him, but I don’t want to. I’m afraid and worried I would end up hurt again. You know?”

Did I really just tell her all of that?

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. I mean…” She trailed off.

“I have never had any feelings for a guy or anything. Not even a relationship or a first kiss.” Her face turned a deep shade of red and I laughed.

“It’s okay. If it makes you feel any better, kyle was my first in everything. My first love, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first fiancee, and now… my soon to be first husband.” I smiled, catching a soft smile forming on Sandra’s lips.

“Well, good. How about you say we hit the park?” She insisted, standing up as she threw away our trash.

I nodded.


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~~~Fast Forward~~~

“So….” Kyle looked at me.

“You never told me how your day went
with that girl.”

I raised my eyebrow, lifting my legs off the floor and laying them on kyle’s lap.

We were in the living room, having a Movie Marathon, and right now it was 8:00 p.m.

Kyle suggested a few horror movies at first, but when I threatened to never speak to him again, he decided on After Earth.

I cuddled closer to him, resting my head on his chest, while his arms flew around my waist and he kissed the top of my head.

“It went good. Sandra’s a very sweet girl.” I grinned.

“She is to hang out more with.”

“More than me?” Kyle pouted, his bottom lip thrusted out.

I giggled.


Kyle tightened his grip on me and dug his head in the crook of my neck.

“Good. You are not going anywhere.”

A serious face grew on me.

I got out of his grip and stared into his eyes, causing him to knit his eyebrows in worry.

“Would you ever leave me?” I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle’s face fell, but he quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

He.leaned closer to me, so that our foreheads were touching.

He licked his lips and bit them, then shook his head.

“I would never.”

I shook my head, not sure if he was lying.

“You have to promise. Promise?”

I swear I saw a tint of gold mix in with his brown in his eyes.

“I promise. I promise I won’t ever leave you. Promise.”

And the gold.and brown in his eyes showed.complete honesty and truth.

I smiled, just as his lips met mine. But one thought bugged me in my head all night.

Promises are meant to be broken…