Arrange Marriage With Mr. Playboy – Episode 7

ARRANGE MARRIAGE WITH MR. PLAYBOY

RACING HEARTS

Written By: Pamela James

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Chapter 7

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Kiara

After I stepped out, I dried myself and slipped on a flowy white top with a flowery vest, and skinny jeans to go with. I blow-dried my hair and walked out of my bathroom.

Not getting the marriage out of my head, I stumped down the stairs, going into the kitchen.

“Oh!” Mum cried.

“There is my baby.”
She ran over to me and hugged me.

so tight, it felt as if I was gone for days and she finally found me.

Mum let go after a while and gestured me to go eat breakfast.

She set a plate of
chocolate pancakes, which I gladly
ate in just a few bites.

Woah,I haven’t had her food in like forever!

This feels great, to be back in the food-eating-wonderland a.k.a. the kitchen.

I chugged down my milk and then ran my fingers through my wet hair.

What a great breakfast!

I smiled, putting the mug and plate in the dishwasher, intending to go back upstairs.

Just as I had reached the first step on the staircase, my ears started ringing.

What the actual fvck?

I tapped my ears continuously, to stop the ringing, but failed because the rings would come one after
another.

It wasn’t until mum
yelled, “go get the door!”, that I realized someone was ringing the doorbell.

I face-palmed myself for my stupidity, of course it was the door!

I jumped of the first step of the stairs, and walked over to the front door.

The person rang the doorbell again right before I swung it open.

And there… stood an anonymous guy with a bouquet of roses in front of his face, greeting me.

Like I don’t know who this guy is.

Stupid memories floating back to my mind!

Stupid marriage!

Stupid everything!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

I hadn’t realized I said my last thought out loud until a deep,
husky voice spoke up,

“Well, chill.”

And right then and there, was when he flashed that perfect smile of his.

The one I fell for damn hard Years ago.

That same stupid,
perfect smile that made my knees go weak every time, even now.

That same stupid, perfect smile.

Stupid kyle.

To be continued