Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 59

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KIARA P.O.V

A MONTH LATER.

“Santa Claus is coming to to….”

“Kiara it’s only the end of November. ” Kyle cut my singing off, chuckling at the end.

We were walling down the campus to break time, with three of his friends. I guess you can consider them mine as well.

Ash, parker, and Carson.

Ash is his best friend from childhood, as well as in high school. He didn’t really get a scholarship into Stanford but his parents are rich and since he wanted to be with Kyle, they paid for his full attendance here.

Parker and Carson, we met a while back.

Actually the first time Kyle met them, he was about to pound on them.

They were sweet talking with me.

When they realized I was engaged and taken, they back off from me and kyle.

But, we became close by days.

“So, what if it is? Its cold outside….”

“Babe, we have a whole 30 days until Christmas and new year. We will sing them..” Ash said swinging an arm around my shoulder.

“How about that?”

Kyle shot him a death glare when he saw the position ash had with me.

Ash immediately put his arms up in surrender and backed away slightly.

Giggling, I leaned over to him and kissed his cheek.

Kyle kissed the top of my head, before linking our hands together and pulling me to the other side of him, where no one would get to me.

When we went into the outside cafe, we have an outside lunch area here.

I dragged my way into the staff, and put in my order.

I had a tender, cholcken sandwich, while the guys ordered their own.

We were about to head to our usual tables, until Kyle pulled me back.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He took my tray and left ours on the tabele before dragging me way towards the football campus.

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“Kyle, I’m hungryyyyy! And I’m missing my food. ”

I stopped when I caught Michael and andrea full-on making out in a corner.

Here is something else.

Michael and I…. Well…there is no Michael and I anymore.

We have drifted away completely from.each other ever since Andrea came along.

Honestly, it just because he was my first friend, and I don’t really matter to him at all anymore. I felt my chest tighten up and a lump in my throat. But the feeling quickly washed away when I felt a pair of lips on my cheek.

“Forget about him.” He started.

“You have me.”

“I know…”

“Besides, ” he slipped his arms around my waist from the back, placing his head on the crook of my neck.

He kissed my jawline tenderly before pointing ahead of me.

“Look over there. ”

In the other side of the field, enter five Stanford players wearing red jerseys with numbers ’17’ ’39’ ’23’ on them.

I creased my eyebrows in confusion.

My head turned to Kyle who nodded towards the guys again.

“Look again. ”

By the time I looked back the guys were turning around, facing their backs towards us.

Only this time the numbers on the back weren’t numbers.

Instead , they were letters.

‘D’ ‘A’ ‘T’ ‘E’ ‘?’

A grin played on my lips .

I linked my dunkers with Kyle’s and pecked his neck since I was shorter than him.

I turned around so I was facing him, and pulled him down to me.

“Yes. ”

Kyle’s smile grew bigger, as he brought his lips down to mine.

“Good, because I wouldn’t do it like this for any other girl.” He pulled a small red Rose from behind his back and strike it across my cheek.

“I wouldn’t do anything for any other girl.”

“I love roses, ” I whispered, sheepishly changing the topic.

“They are so pretty. ”

He brushed his lips against mine.

“I love kiara. ” he beamed, as I giggled softly at how cliche the moment was.

“She’s a beauty. ”

TBC