Forced Marriage with Ceo

The car owner slamming the door could be heard as he arrived at the parking lot of a famous nightclub in the city center. He parked his car carelessly and quickly walked into the club. He sat down at a bar table.

"One vodka," he ordered the bartender.

The bartender, Joan, just smiled at her guest tonight. A man named Keanu Archer, Kean as he was called was a regular at the elite club-the customer who had become close friends with Joan.

"That's a really wrinkled face," Joan said as he put down Kean's ordered drink.

Kean sipped her drink without responding to Joan's words. The problems he was facing made her head feel dizzy.

"It's been so long since you've been here. Where have you been for the past four months?" Joan asked again, but Kean still didn't answer. Kean's eyes were fixed on the club DJ, a beautiful woman. Her sexy appearance and lovely face made Kean stare at her unblinkingly, and it was difficult to look away.

This was Kean's first time seeing this woman. Her movements looked very agile as she played music that made the dancers on the dance floor twirl their bodies.

"Her name is Alen. But don't expect to be bothered by her because she's very difficult to conquer," Joan said when he saw Kean's eyes fixed on Alen.

"Nice name, and pretty like her," Kean murmured, the corners of his lips forming a faint smile that made Joan widen her eyes. This was the first time Kean had been interested in and complimented a woman directly.

"She's not usually the one here." After sitting in the club for a long time, Kean finally responded to Joan's words. Kean was curious about the woman.

"Hmmm, she's only been here for three months. More precisely, since you never came here again. Her performance has always been good," Joan said as she poured a drink into her guest's empty glass.

"Give me a description of her," said Kean as he turned around to watch Alen's performance. She looked very good at playing disco music, as evidenced by the sea of people enjoying her music as they swayed on the dance floor.

"She's still well awake and is an IT student at one of the best universities in the city." Kean nodded her head as he heard Joan's words. A sweet smile appeared at the corner of his lips as if he understood what Joan meant, especially when he heard where Alen was studying.

Conquering that woman would be challenging, but it wouldn't be a problem for a man like Kean because he loved challenges, especially those related to conquering a woman. Kean was determined to destroy the woman named Alen, no matter what it took.

"So hot." Those were the only words Kean could use to describe Alen's appearance. Those two words already represented everything.

Kean's gaze did not leave Alen. Kean looked at her with a furrowed brow as he tapped his finger on the table. He was still watching her until she disappeared behind a room.

"The hour's up," Joan said before Kean could ask more questions about Alen. Joan seemed to understand what Kean's gaze meant to her.

Kean quickly paid the bill in a drunken stupor.

"Straight home, Al?" asked Joan as he saw Alen walk past him.

"Yes, Jo. I'll go first," Alen said. The girl zipped up her jacket.

"Can you help me for a while, Al?" Joan looked at Alen expectantly.

"What's wrong?" Alen frowned at Joan's words. She glanced at the watch on his left wrist. It was already eleven o'clock at night.

"You take this man to the hotel for a while. I've checked in on his behalf. He looks very drunk and definitely can't drive. Can't you?" Joan looked at Alen pleadingly.

"But, Jo. I have to go home now. You drop her off," replied Alen, who felt lazy about dealing with this when checking in at the hotel, especially if the one being delivered was as drunk as he was.

Not a few club workers were happy with the moment, but none of that applied to Alen. He was the most resistant to dealing with visitors, who came with a wrinkled face and went home in a state of severe intoxication.

Perhaps because her intention from the beginning was not to earn money in a dirty way, it made Alen continue to avoid every time a naughty seduction approached her.

Just like tonight, Alen stared at Kean, who was also staring at her with narrowed eyes. The pungent smell of alcohol emanated from the man's body. Alen's brow furrowed sharply at the fact that the man still looked handsome despite his messy hair and disheveled face.

"I have to work, Al. Come on, just this once. Please!" begged Joan with a hopeful face.

"Ah, you're just giving me a hard time," Alen grumbled as he nodded reluctantly.

"Thank you, Al. Tonight, you saved my life." Joan smiled with happiness. He couldn't imagine what Kean would do if he knew he was being ignored at the club, which made Joan desperate to help the handsome, influential man.

Likewise, Kean dared to come alone without his assistant because there was Joan, who would save him if he got too drunk. Kean also didn't want him to end up in the hands of a woman of the night.

"Help me," Alen grumbled when she had to carry Kean out of the club.

"I'll help, okay," Joan said obediently. The man quickly left his work for a while. Joan swiftly carried Kean's staggering body. Kean seemed to have drunk heavily, but he was still strong enough to walk to her car.

They walked quickly and soon exited the club. However, their footsteps suddenly stopped when they saw a sickening sight.

A man was blocking their way, and their eyes looked at Alen. Kean just stood where he was without doing anything. Besides being dizzy, he wanted to see what Alen would do in this threatening situation.

"What do you want?" said Alen, who had changed into long trousers and a fitted t-shirt with a loose jacket outside and rolled her hair up to reveal her perfectly exposed neck. A drunk man approached Alen with a staggering body.

"Let's play nice," the men said, extending their hands to Alen's face. Alen was not a real woman afraid of that kind of thing. She was used to these bullies. According to Alen, that could be the risk she had to face if she survived in the big city, especially her job, which was indeed high risk and required her to go home late at night every day. She has other skills beyond those seen by others.

Alen immediately set up a stance to beat the drunk man. In just two blows, the man had fallen into Alen's hands. The intoxicated man fell to the ground with his mouth bleeding from the corner of his lips. Unfortunately for Alen, she had to face two more burly men.

Alen looked at the burly bodies of the two bodyguards. There was a little doubt on Alen's face when he had to face two people at once. Indeed, she would lose quickly. The girl retreated to the back to find a slightly spacious place to hurry.

"Why are you retreating? Don't just dare the drunk, let's face us, who are still fresh," said one of them.

"Let's bring out all the moves and skills you've got. Where are you at, huh?" shouted the other in a raised tone. They couldn't accept that their boss had fallen to the ground.

"Okay, one by one," Alen said, mounting her position and throwing her bag down so carelessly that there was a thud from the bag she threw.

"Alright," they said simultaneously as one stepped up to Alen and the other stayed where he was.

Meanwhile, Joan reached the car and released Kean, who could stand up straight. Kean stared with wide eyes at Alen, who was fighting. Instantly, a gasp of admiration escaped his lips when he saw Alen's actions. He could see the fight as if his hangover had disappeared somewhere.

Alen could keep up with the man who became her enemy, but his other friend immediately blocked him when he was pressed and almost fell. The girl began to get overwhelmed and tried to find a way to get away from the bullies.

Alen grabbed her bag and dashed without looking ahead because her eyes watched her two opponents, who were also chasing her from behind. Her body staggered backward as she bumped into a man with an athletic body standing in the parking lot. Alen rubbed his sore chest.

"Sorry," Alen said with bated breath.

"You won't be able to escape, Miss," Kean said as he held the girl's hand. Instantly, Alen was surprised by Kean, who had grabbed her hand so Alen could no longer run away. Meanwhile, the two men were getting closer to them.

In her heart, Alen continued to grumble and blame Joan. It turned out that the man was not drunk and could stand firmly. Alen had become Kean's prisoner and was trapped with two men chasing her.

'Joan. Watch out for you tomorrow,' she grumbled to herself.

"Please," Alen said, pleading as the bodyguard approached her. Her senses told him that he would be finished tonight.

"Beg, and I'll save you tonight," Kean whispered with a smirk that appeared on his handsome face despite his drunken state.

'Hey, what's wrong with this guy? Wasn't I the one who helped him earlier? How come he's acting like a hero now? What a freak!' Alen thought to herself as she was annoyed by Kean's words.

Alen looked at the man holding her hand because she had no choice.

"Please save me," she whispered as she looked at the bodyguard.

"Give me one reason why I should help you?" said Kean, holding the girl's hand. Before Alen could answer, the bodyguard was already near them.

"Let her go," said the fierce-faced bodyguard.

"Why do you want her so badly?" asked Kean, pulling Alen's body behind him.

"She harmed our boss," replied the bodyguard, who Alen had almost defeated. The corner of his lip was bleeding from Alen's punch.

"Isn't it your boss who started harassing her?" said Kean harshly.

"What do you care about his words? We have no business with this man," said the other with a fierce face.

"You will face me if you dare touch this woman. She is mine!" said Kean in a cold, clear voice.

"Sorry, sir," said one of them. The two men immediately looked frightened when they saw who their opponent was.

"Still dare to disturb her?" asked Kean sarcastically.

"No, sir. Please forgive us. We won't bother this woman again," said the two people with faces pleading for mercy from Kean.

Who doesn't know the cold creature named Keanu Archer? He is the most famous figure in Great Britain. Apart from his significant influence in the country, Kean, a successful businessman, is also known as a cold-blooded killer. He would not hesitate to finish off anyone who dared to oppose him.

"Don't ever bother this woman again. She's mine. Tell your boss! I'll forgive you this time," Kean said.

"Yes, sir," they replied obediently as they bowed respectfully.

Elsewhere, someone had managed to take a picture of them. Not long after taking the picture, the person was seen smiling triumphantly. Subsequently, he left the place after sending the picture of Kean and Alen to his boss.

"Thank you, sir." The two bodyguards immediately retreated to the back. They went straight to their unconscious boss. The two men carried their boss to the car on the side of the road.

"Thank you, sir," Alen said as she bowed politely after the three people disappeared from the scene.

"You're welcome. Let's I will take you home," Kean said as she opened the car door.

"Oh, no, sir. I can go home alone," Alen refused with a fleeting smile. The momentary smile that showed the cleavage of her chin was evident in Kean's eyes. Her beautiful, narrowed eyes stared at Kean, who was still under the influence of alcohol. According to Kean's vision, Alen looked very sexy and could arouse a burst of passion in his body.

"Come in. I don't take no for an answer," Kean said in a voice heavy from being drunk. Kean entered the car and immediately sat in front of the steering wheel. Alen had no choice but to accept the offer of the stranger who had helped her. Alen's mind was terrified because she didn't know where the stranger would take her tonight.

"Thank you, Jo," Kean said after lowering her windshield.

"No problem, Kean. You're still drunk. Can you drive?" Joan looked at Kean skeptically. The thing was, the man had finished several bottles of drinks in the club earlier. Now he wanted to drive home.

"Can you drive?" Kean turned to Alen. Nervous and surprised, Alen nodded her head spontaneously.

"Let her drive," Kean said to Joan, who was still standing by the car.

Joan nodded his head and smiled. "For the safety of both of you, it's good that Alen is driving. By the way, I checked this in my name earlier. Whether you want to use it or not is up to you. It looks like your consciousness has returned."

"Alright. Thank you again for your help. It looks like I have to go to the hotel tonight. There's no way I'm going home drunk like this," Kean replied with a face that looked flushed from the influence of alcohol.

Kean immediately switched positions with Alen, who turned to Joan when he was at the wheel. After saying goodbye to Joan, the luxury car finally took off on the increasingly crowded night streets of the city center.

"Thank you again, sir. I'm Alen," Alen said with a smile as she introduced himself. Kean just stayed silent without answering the girl's words.

'What a strange man. His face is so flat, like plywood,' Alen grumbled. Her eyes remained focused on the road ahead.

"Don't like talking alone because I heard it," Kean said coldly, which made Alen catch a shock.

'Is he a psychic who can read people's minds?' she whispered to herself as she stared at the night streets of the metropolis.

"Where do you live?" asked Kean after a moment of silence.

"Butterfly Apartment," Alen said briefly. Kean looked at Alen with a surprised look because she also lived there, but they had never met before. In his heart, Kean was happy because it turned out that the girl he wanted lived in the same place as him.

However, she would return tonight to the hotel Joan had booked.

"We live in the same place."

Alen turned to look at the stranger whose name she did not know.

"Really?" asked Alen, since they had never met before.

"Hmm, 23rd floor," said Kean, which surprised Alen again because they lived on the same floor.

"What number? I'm number 15," said Alen.

"Number 12," Kean replied. The man did not even glance at Alen, who was watching him from earlier.

"Are you not drunk anymore? Can you get into the hotel by yourself?" Alen interrupted their conversation. Her eyes stared at Kean intently. The man's face looked flushed with tangled hair. However, despite his disheveled appearance, his handsome side was still clearly visible and had not faded.

"Accompany me to the room. My head still feels dizzy. Once you get to my room, you can go home immediately," Kean replied with his eyes closed.

"You had talked a lot. Why do you have a headache now?" grumbled Alen as she tapped the steering wheel.

Kean didn't answer Alen's question. He preferred to close his eyes. His head throbbed, especially after dealing with the bullies earlier and answering Alen's question.

After traveling for ten minutes, they finally arrived at the luxurious hotel Joan had booked. Alen walked beside Kean with quick steps. When Kean descended the stairs, she immediately grabbed the man's hand.

Kean gently brushed Alen's hand away. Alen thought that Kean didn't like being touched by just anyone. Alen only wanted to help the man.

"Hoek!"

Finally, Kean's burden came out, too. He had felt nauseous earlier when Alen was fighting with the men, but he tried to clasp it.

Alen took a few steps back when he saw Kean releasing his stomach contents. The smell of alcohol was powerful.

"Is it safe?" asked Alen in a low voice as she watched Kean wipe the corner of his lips. She handed Kean a tissue she had taken from her bag.

Kean nodded his head slowly as he staggered away. Alen caught up quickly and held Kean's arm when she saw the man was about to fall.

"Don't pretend to be strong when you're weak," Alen quipped sardonically. She quickly carried Kean's body into the hotel.

"Checked in under Joan's name," Alen said when they were in front of the hotel reception.

"Just a moment, miss," the woman said, gazing at the monitor screen. Moments later, she handed over the access card. After thanking her, Alen led Kean to the room.

They entered the elevator at a fast pace as Kean's body already overwhelmed Alen.

'Is this a lion's body? How come it's so heavy,' Alen grumbled to himself as she felt Kean's heavy body.

'He was already strong before. Now he's even more drunk. Did he do it on purpose? Alen continued to think to herself as she looked at Kean.

Alen carried Kean's body back to the room.

"Huff. Finally arrived."

Kean immediately sat on the chair in the room. His eyes watched Alen intently.

"Thank you for your help," he said with a mysterious smile.

"You're welcome. I have to go home now." Alen answered quickly.

"Please get me that drink," Kean asked, pointing at the wine bottle on the table.

Alen spun her body. Her eyes stared at Kean with her waist ruffled, and her eyeballs widened.