Chapter 5 5

He smiled lazily and used a napkin to wipe his mouth. "None unfortunately." I dropped down my fork as I tilted my head at him. "Why not?" I asked. He seemed like a very nice young man. Women would be foolish to let him escape.

He chuckled, and Sandra turned to look at us with a scowl etched on her face. She soon turned away. I don't know what that bitch's problem was, but she had one with me. "I can't find that one special woman for me. I can tell you'll like Chase. You two have a lot in common." He smiled.

I stifled a yawn as I used a hand to cover my mouth. "How so?" I asked. He smiled, his dark eyes shining. "You'll see...Remember Rita if he acts like a dick? Tell me and I'll fuck him right up."

"You don't think I can handle myself?" I chuckled. He hummed. "I think you can. But I'd like to fuck him up regardless."

Once dinner ended, father went for drinks with Terry and Sandra, a somewhat private affair. One to which I wasn't invited too. Not that I cared.

Instead, I went for a quiet walk outside in the moonlight. I was accompanied by KC, who stayed by my side. My heels crunched on the gravelled path as I walked. "The parents seemed nice, and the son." KC chatted. "There was something off about them. Kendrick was genuine, but, the parents-I can't figure them out." I said as KC hummed in agreement. There was always something.

I took a seat on a bench that faced a beautiful water fountain. I watched the water spill out from the mouths of birds and into a pool below. The water shimmered white and reflected the full moon. I stared aimlessly as I got lost in thought.

I had a shit ton of work I needed to do. And here I sit, wasting time. Chase didn't even show up. Perhaps he felt the same as I do. Of course he did.

Just then a husky voice spoke up, breaking the silence. "I'm here to see my fiancé." The bastard. I snapped out of my daze and turned to see KC with her gun out and pointed at a man. "It's okay," I said, and KC lowered her gun.

A tall, well-built man walked over and took a seat beside me. As soon as he did, I smelt his musky aftershave with a mix of cigarette smoke. I glanced quickly at him. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His dark hair was brushed, although it remained unruly and some wisps of hair strayed. I wonder how soft that would feel if I ran my hand through it. His sharp jaws were covered in neat stubble, and I could get lost in his dark eyes. And those kissable lips.

Fuck get a grip, Rita!

"I'm Chase Rodriguez. I do apologise for not attending dinner, princess." He spoke as he gazed at me. I stiffened and breathed slowly.

"Don't call me that." I snapped, my jaws going rigid. His eyes darted elsewhere and rested on me again. "Well, what should I call you?" He asked and reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette. He lit it and began smoking. Now I can see it. How he carries himself, how he speaks. A mafia boss, if I ever knew one. "I'm Rita," I said straight-faced.

"Rita.." He tested my name on his tongue. The moonlight hit his eyes, making them sparkle even more so. He leaned towards me slightly. "That's a pretty name for such a beautiful lady." He whispered close to my ear. I felt his hot breath fan my skin, the hairs on my neck rising. Any other girl would find that to be seductive, but I didn't.

"Would you like one?" He asked as he held out his cigarette which was ripe with fire and ash. I shook my head. "No."

He chuckled; the sound sent tingles to the pit of my stomach. "Are you a virtuous girl?" He asked. The fuck?

"What the fuck?! Let's get one thing straight. I didn't get to where I am by being a good girl. This marriage is nothing more than an alliance on paper. Don't expect me to be some kind of housewife. And I will talk back, and I will not hesitate to fuck you up if you act indecently." I growled lowly as my face remained stoic.

He blew his cigarette between his lips and put it out by tossing it to the ground. He didn't seem to be affected at all by what I said, or he didn't show it. He turned to face me, only looking at my face, and hummed. "I like you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. What is one supposed to say to that? The fuck. He reached out and tried to place his hand on my thigh. I say tried because I grabbed ahold of his hand tightly. I had it twisted back, a move I learnt from a young age.

He hardly flinched or even showed an ounce of pain. Instead, he smirked. That fucker smirked. And God, he looked so devilishly handsome. I let go of his hand, pushing away the feeling of the tingles I felt when our hands touched.

I observed him as he ran a hand through his hair. He certainly knew what boundaries were. And he's not a disgrace. "Sorry about that. I just wanted to see how you would react." He apologised casually. I narrowed my eyes as I pushed back my hair, which fluttered forward in the gentle breeze. "My reaction?" I scoffed. "I would have cut your hand off."

"Good answer." He hummed once more. I looked at him again. "What would you do if I touched you?" I asked. Oh fuck. My big fucking mouth. He grinned, showcasing his perfectly white teeth. "I'd let you." He breathed. I felt my cheeks burn up as I hoped the blush I wore couldn't be seen. I chuckled. "Fuck, I should have seen that coming."

He chuckled as he stood up and cracked his neck. He held out an arm for me. I stood up and refused his arm by walking away from him and towards the house. I also noticed his fine-looking guard who accompanied him. I also didn't miss how KC's eyes lingered on him for a second too long.

I heard footsteps behind me as we all made our way inside. Upon entering the house, Father wanted to leave for the night. We said goodbye and left.

Father again sat in the same car as me. "What do you think of him?" He asked. "Why do you care?" I scoffed. Fuck. I'm in urgent need of sleep, and I fucking can't stand the man. Fuck, I knew what was coming.

Father quickly reached forward and slapped me across the cheek. I let him. The pain was nothing to me. If I fought back, the aftermath would be disastrous. The piece of shit talked once more. "Do not speak to me like that. I am your father. You should respect me."

I looked across at him. "Forgive me. I'm just very tired...I like him; he seems decent." I looked down at my hands. Father laughed hysterically at me. "Him decent. You are a stupid whore. He didn't get to where he is by being 'decent'" He mocked, his belly full of laughter.

I looked away and wished I was anywhere but here. Soon enough, we arrived at a hotel. A standard five-star. We got booked in, and I took in the luxurious sight of the penthouse suit I'm sleeping in for the next two days. In two days time, the wedding was to happen. Two fucking days. I felt my heart race as the thought of running away crossed my mind again. Would I rather be free and not forced to marry? No, I'd be a fucking coward.

I'd rather die fighting for my mafia than being known as a coward.

I lay on the bed after I changed into comfortable clothing. I glanced at the time on my phone before tossing it onto the armchair beside the bed. It was just past midnight, and I was wide awake.

"Well, what did you think about him?" KC asked me as she entered the room, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep. Several guards were posted at my door as usual. I smiled as I patted the space beside me. She walked over and sat down. She wore her slim fitted suit, for she was still working, her blonde hair being pulled back into a ponytail. "He's a bastard as all men are," I said as I looked up at the white ceiling.

"I saw you blush, Rita. No man has ever done that to you before." She smiled. I sighed as she continued. "I have a good feeling about him, and I can read people pretty well."

I hummed. "What about you and his guard?" I looked at her; she didn't meet my eyes. "I knew it! You find him attractive." I grinned. I could see why. He was a tall glass of fuck me.

She smiled as she tried to brush it off by picking at invisible specks of dust on the bed. I rolled over to my side so I was facing her. "Truthfully. He is a fine-looking man. I would have fucked him if he wasn't. Well, you know. It's too complicated." I pursed my lips.

She smirked as she looked at her bare nails. "It's not complicated at all. You will be legally married soon, so by all means fuck him."

"It's a matter of principle, KC." I said as I ran my fingers up and down the bedsheet. She nodded unconvincingly. "I truly want the best for you, Rita. So at least try with him. Don't push him away."