"The Baileys will be here any minute Bianca! Hurry your ass up!" Blake yells from the other side of my door. I have on a red knee length dress. It covers the tops of my shoulders and fits my chest perfectly. At my waist it flows out slightly giving me the ability to actually move my legs. I curled my blonde hair into loose ringlets and put of blood red lipstick. My eyeshadow is a light brown on the inside corner and fades into black. My black eyeliner makes an almost perfect wing and my mascara makes my eyelashes larger than ever. Even though we are staying home for the dinner I still wear heels, they are black open-toed platform heels with a strap around my ankle. This is going to be my hair and makeup for tonight with Kay, along with the shoes.
"I'm coming, just stop yelling," I somewhat yell as I leave my bathroom. My phone is laying on my bed so I quickly pick it up before I open my bedroom door. Blake is standing outside in the hallway waiting for me. I'm guessing my mom picked out what he was to wear because he looks pissed. He has on a royal blue silk button up shirt, black dress pants, and a solid white tie. His shoes are black leather oxfords, that I know he hates. Mom styled his hair with gel. Blake's hair is somewhat long, long enough for it to be put back into a man bun. Almost everyone knows that this is becoming a style, except my mom hates it. She thinks that men shouldn't grow their hair out to do styles that a woman would do. I know a bit sexist but she is old fashioned. I don't mind them, if a guy wants to know the struggles of having long hair then I say you let him. Anyway his hair is gelled back and made into a perfect man bun. I bet mom wanted to chop it off while she was doing it. Blake only did it to make mom mad but he ended up really liking it. I don't like him having one because he steals all my neutral colored hair ties. I get stuck with the bright green and pink ones because of him.
"Looks like princess is finally done," Blake jokes as he pushes himself off the wall, "although I think she needs more time, she still looks awful."
"You are such a jerk," I say and shove his shoulder, "besides mom made this dress, I'll make sure to tell her what you said."
"I was talking about your face!" He calls after me as I carefully make my way down the stairs.
"She made that too!" I retort, "I don't think you need to know how, considering it's what you do every night!"
"Not every night," he defends himself as we walk to the front door. I give him a look and he rolls his eyes, "okay maybe a lot but-"
"Charlotte it's so good to see you!" We hear mom and we hurry to the door. When we get there mom is hugging a woman around her age. Her hair is a dark brown, you can tell its been dyed and her eyes are a bright green. She probably had men at her feet when she was my age. Dad is shaking a man's hand who has dark grey hair, possibly a little older than dad, and dark brown eyes. Behind them there is a man who is around 30, a little younger than Blake. His hair was a dark brown and slightly curly, his eyes were a deep brown, across his chin and jaw he had a stubble and separating the slight beard from the mustache were plump lips. He was in a navy suit and tie with a white button up. He was probably the hottest guy on the planet. And people said brown eyes were boring? Who ever said that clearly hasn't met him.
"This is our daughter Bianca and our son Blake," I hear my dad say and I look away from the man. I smile at the elderly man who was shaking hands with my father just moments ago.
"Hello Mr. Bailey," I say as I shake his hand, "it's a pleasure to meet you and your family."
"It's wonderful to meet you too Bianca," he responds before he turns to shake hands with my brother. After Blake and I both said hello to Mr. and Mrs. Bailey we were introduced to the man.
"This is our son Leon," Mr. Bailey says as he steps out of his son's way.
"Great to meet you Mr. Harrison," the man, Leon, says. His voice is deep and has a slight British accent to it. That kind of confused me because neither of his parents had accents.
"Nice to meet you Bianca," He says holding his hand out to me after he already met the rest of my family.I reach out and shake his hand before I offer him a smile, "you as well Leon."
"Now that we all know each other let's go to the dining room," mom smiles before she leads the way. Mr. and Mrs. Bailey walk hand in hand like my parents. Blake was walking ahead of me while I was in the back with Leon. He's a lot taller than I thought he was when I first saw him. Probably a little more than six feet. I reach five eight in these heels, usually I'm 5'4 or 5'5.
Dinner was going well. I found out that recently Mr. Bailey had handed off the company to Leon. They have another son, Charles, who lives in Los Angeles. He is studying to be a movie director, he's only twenty-two. Leon is thirty and just moved back to America. He went to university in England and lived there helping run the major hotels in London. That explains why he has an accent, he must've picked it up.
"Anybody up for dessert?" Mom asks after a good ten minutes. Everyone had been done with their meals. The two fathers nod their heads and mom goes to the kitchen with Mrs. Bailey.
"Bianca," dad says and I look over at him. Blake stormed out of the room, leaving me confused. Why did he leave like that, dad just said my name?
"Everything alright?" I ask him as I furrow my eyebrows.
"I love you very much bumble bee," he starts off and I know this isn't leading anywhere good. Mr. Bailey looks over at his son and Leon is staring at his father confused. "Liam and I had arranged this deal before the company was handed down to Leon. When you were nineteen or so, right after we bought the furnishing company, our profits started to go down. Mr. Bailey had reached out for me proposing a deal. He would give me the money I needed to get my company back on it's feet in return for your hand," he tells me and my eyes widen. Like hand in marriage? "So you will be marrying Leon in three months."
"What!" Leon and I both exclaim as we stand up. His chair squeaks against the ground as is slides back on the floor.
"This is not fair!" I argue and look at my father.
"This is the twenty-first century, arranged marriages are still a thing?" Leon asks his voice raising.
"Why couldn't you ask mom for money?" I ask and dad looks at his hands guiltily.
"She didn't know, I didn't want to worry her. That's the year she was expanding her company into Paris."
"Son, sit," Mr. Bailey commanded and Leon laughed humorlessly.
"Are you going to make me do that too?" He chuckles, "I'm like a piece in your fucking game that you can do anything with! Follow the damn rules for once father!"
I'm taken back by what Leon just said and I can tell both of our fathers our too. "Business is business," Mr. Bailey says in a monotone voice, "you two will be moving in together at the end of the week. The wedding will take place March 23. I expect you to be a gentleman throughout this Leon." I feel my eyes stinging with tears and notice my father still isn't looking at me.
"Excuse me," I choke out and run up to my room, hoping no one follows me.
"Bianca, you have to come out now," mom says while she knocked on my door. It's now Sunday and I've been in my room since last night. Thank god for my snack stash I have. "I'm sick," I say in a raspy voice then fake a cough. "Bianca Anne," mom sighs and I sit up in my bed, "you need to go to work and get the designs going." I groan and throw my pillow at the door, "I'll be ready soon." I hear her walk off and I stand up. My neck hurts from the awkward sleeping position I was in and I move it from shoulder to shoulder loosening it up. I head to the bathroom and turn the water on until it is the perfect temperature. I stand under the water for a minute, letting it cascade down my back, warming up my body. I lather shampoo in my hair and make sure the excess is out before I rinse out the shampoo. The conditioner I put it and leave it. Grabbing my strawberry scented soap, I put some on the loofa before scrubbing my body. Once I'm done putting the soap on I rinse
"So we have to actually agree on a house?" Leon asks and I roll my eyes. "Why else would we look at three houses?" I ask rhetorically. "Well I get one house, you get the other and the last is for people to think we actually live together. Throw stupid parties and crap there," he says and I just look at him as we look at the three houses. We have already been on the tour for all of them and they are amazing. They all have the same amount of rooms, too many, and are all close to the city. Apparently his offices are just a few blocks away from mine, small world. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," I tell him as I look at the middle picture. "This one is my favorite." He points to the third one, "I prefer this one." "The only difference is the pool has a slide," I say and look over at him. "Exactly," he says, "Who wouldn't want a slide with their pool?" "We can buy one," I tell him, "I prefer this house." "What abou
Kay looked over at me and looked shocked for a second before she winked. I smirked back before I start to sway my hips against his. He pulls me closer to him and keeps a firm grip on my waist, but not too tight. His mouth is right by my ear and he whispers, "Kyle, my name.""Bianca," I reply and push back into him. He takes a sharp breath before he starts to move along with me."Damn babe you can dance," he whispers in my ear and I smirk."I can do a lot of things," I whisper back and he turns me to face him."Is that so?" He asks with a slight grin."Maybe," I say teasingly and run my hand down his covered chest."How about we get a drink?" He asks looking into my eyes, "on me.""Sure," I reply and he takes us to a high table. "I'll wait here."He nods before he walks off to the bar. I look around and see Kay is now making out with the black haired guy. Past them in the special VIP section, there is just a few couches and wait
My mom decided to be the worst person in the world today. It's been a couple days since the club. The only time I was with Leon was yesterday because we were going furniture shopping. Well if you call looking through my dad's stock shopping. The bonus is we get it for free, I know we are rich but I don't like to spend my parent's money. I get my paycheck and buy what I need for it. Except my parent's won't even let me pay a little rent. Anyway we didn't talk at all. My mom pointed to something and if we both nodded then we got it. We only got enough for the kitchen, dining room, living room, our room, and a office for him. The other rooms we will worry about later. Back to why my mom is the worst? We have an engagement party in two hours. Guess when I found out about it? Five minutes ago! Like what?! I didn't even get to go out and buy a new dress. The parents, both mine and Leon's, said the reason we were told now instead of a few days ago is because they didn't want us to
"Attention!" Leon calls out throughout the large banquet room. We are standing in front of the large crowd, our arms around each other. "Many of you are probably wondering what this party was for exactly, probably even more curious now because I'm speaking. But tonight's party is very special, to me and Bianca here. We'd both like to announce our engagement. We are to be wed at the end of March." After he finished there was a loud applause through the room. Leon and I both smiled as we started to walk through the crowd. Well tried to walk through the crowd. We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble tha
First night in the new home was, okay. He brought his bed from his loft and placed it in the room across from 'ours'. That's where I slept last night while he slept on his own bed. It's Christmas day. We are going to my parents house this morning and having a brunch there with my family. After that we are going to his parent's house for a Christmas dinner. I got the presents for my family yesterday and he got the presents for his. We just wrote both of our names on them, isn't that what couples do? "Are you ready?" He asks standing in the doorway of our bathroom. I look at him through the mirror and raise an eyebrow. I only have one eye done make up wise. My hair is done but my dress is hanging up on a hook. "Does it look like it?" I snap back, he should know I'm pissed at him. When I said it was an okay first night, I lied. It was awful. Leon is a fucking dick and I really don't want to marry him. Last night was Christmas Eve and he said that he goes out par
Brunch was fun. I got to talk to my cousin, Victor, who is my age. He is Uncle Peter's kid. My mom also has a brother and a sister but they stay live in Colorado, that's where she's from. My dad and Uncle were talking a lot of business, which I hate, with Leon. Uncle Peter actually didn't want to run my dad's business because he wanted to start up his own law firm. It's one of the top in the country. My mom talked to Aunt Teresa and grandma. Grandpa was talking with Blake, about him stepping up to run the business soon. My youngest cousin, Lily was listening to her mom talk. Lily is only eight but she tries to act like an adult. She was a whoopsie baby, but we don't love her any less. I was only sixteen at the time, same as Victor. Aunt Teresa was thirty-nine when Lily was born, making Uncle Peter forty-four. "Presents!" Lily squeals as we all finish our meals. I smile as I chase her into our living room. The large Christmas tree is sitting in the corner lit up with white li
"Tequila?" Kay asks and I nod my head. "Another scotch for you?" Tessa nods her head as Kay gets up from the table. "Be back in a sec." "She is super cool," Tessa says and I smile. "You two are very similar," I tell her, "maybe it's because you are both twenty-two." "So Leon is out tonight as well?" She asks and I nod, "probably doing what he did the other night, oh I'm sorry. I have trouble keeping my mouth shut." "No you are fine," I shrug, "he probably is, that's why I'm here." "I could tell Uncle Liam," she says and I shake my head. "Leon would hate me more than he does," I tell her, "I have to spend the rest of my life with him, unfortunately." "You're lucky he is hot," Kay says setting three glasses on the table. Tequila for myself, a scotch for Tessa, and a combo of alcohols for herself. She always tells the bartenders to put three drinks together and she always drinks them