Arranged Marriage With Mr Playboy – Episode 14

ARRANGE MARRIAGE WITH MR. PLAYBOY

RACING HEARTS

Written By: Pamela James

©️Youngicee Story

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CHAPTER 14

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KIARA

Kyle must have thought I was peeping because I suddenly felt two soft hands cover my eyes, sending tingles throughout my body with his touch.

I thought I was over him so why do I always get these stupid feelings?

He held my wrist with his other hand, sending more shocks
throughout my body, and began to slowly walk me into the house.

“Okay….” He began.
“When I count on three, open your eyes alright?”

I nodded as he let his hand off my eyes.

“1….” He counted, his breath tickling my neck.

“2….”

Hotness rose to my cheeks as tingles rested on my neck.

why does he intimidate me like this?

“3…”

I slowly opened my
eyes, widening them as I saw the sight in front of me, gasping.

I beamed.

“It’s so… beautiful.” I breathed.

I turned around to look at kyle, but he wasn’t there.

I knitted my eyebrows together, confused.

“Kyle?” I called, walking out to the porch.

He wasn’t outside, so I walked back inside.

“Kyle?” I sang, looking around the gorgeous new home of ours.

I huffed when I couldn’t find him in sight.

I know he didn’t leave because his car was still there.

Ugh!

It’s absolutely dark outside, and I am alone and scared in this new place here!

Where is he?

I groaned, deciding to wander around the new house.

I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I
looked through the kitchen, dinning room, living room, home theatre and headed upstairs to see the
bedrooms.

There were at least five or six bedrooms upstairs, at least.

They were all pretty damn huge and amazing!

At last, I went back downstairs and I came across a room that made me to a second take.

I let my eyes wander around the vast, wide room.

The floors were tiled with deep brown wood, polished and there was a very widespread backdoor in the back of the room,
giving me a view of tonight’s dark starry sky.

It took me some time to realize what this room was supposed to be.

A music room.

I smiled softly as I pictured where the gorgeous grand piano would be, firm and waiting to be played.

I stared at the place my guitar would be standing, and the violin case.

I imagined the walls filled with our favorite records of artists’.

Our.

I remember how this used to be the life I dreamed of back then.

A life with kyle.

A life where we would be happy and forever together.

A life with everything we wanted, and we will have to do every single thing together.

I would have done anything for a life like this back then.

I thought of how I used to be the only one to see Kyle as the most sweetest guy on earth.

I remember, how I used to be so in love with him.

But the love and the feelings, they completely broke down the day I confessed to him.

That was also the day he hurt me emotionally and physically.

The day I completely died down on love forever and the day I promised not to love again, not to fall again, and definitely not for Kyle Johnson.

No more hurt.

No more pain.

Nothing at all.

All I want is to be happy.

I hadn’t realized there were tears trickling down my cheek until I felt a sharp tug at my heart.

I carelessly wiped them away, wandering around the dark room that was lit up by the moonlight, but
gradually, they poured down again.

I didn’t even notice that I wasn’t the only one in the room until I felt two familiar hands cup my face, tilting my chin so I could look them in his eyes.

Kyle…..

TBC