Blind Date With Mr Arrogant

Tiffany's POV Tiffany clenched and unclenched her fists as they stood in front of the restaurant waiting for their reservation to be confirmed. She smoothed her velvet green skirt over and over again and tapped the sides of her french bun, attempting to fix it even though she knew it was already perfect. She couldn't help it, though, she was nervous. More nervous than she had ever been before. Afterall, it wasn't every day one met their fiancé for the first time. The restaurant staff looked up from the list in his hand, and offered them a too-bright smile, having found their names on the list. "Yes, Mr. and Miss Dion," he said, his attitude immediately taking a huge turn from the sour display earlier, probably recognising the last name, "Will it be just the two of you tonight?" "No," Tiffany's dad, Russell Dion, said. "We're expecting two more guests." "Alright, that's perfect, sir." Said the staff, and he snapped his fingers to summon a waiter to them like calling a dog. "Please

Shawn's POVShawn Gold was a man who liked to keep lists, and right now he was keeping one on Tiffany Dion. Here were the things he'd discovered about her since meeting her. 1. She seemed to have no respect for business partners or other partners, seeing as she'd shown up late and held up every other person at their meeting. 2. She was a shallow girl who only cared about looks, but didn't care enough to prepare properly before leaving her home, evidenced by the smudges of makeup he could see on her fingers. 3. She had evidently kept them all waiting so that she could apply makeup in the bathroom, which showed a frank lack of respect. 4. She apparently thought it was very funny to flaunt one's allergies at them upon a first meeting, seeing as she didn't hesitate to order seafood even though she must know Shawn was allergic.He liked to divide his lists into pros and cons afterwards, but it seemed that everything on his list was a con. She was a child, crass and uncouth, stuck up and

Tiffany's POV The next day, Tiffany decided that it was best if she put all Shawn Gold business to the side. As she lay awake last night, she had come to the decision that she would tell her father she couldn't marry that man. The company was important to her, yes, but if the price was demeaning herself and condemning herself to a life full of misery to do it, she didn't know if it would be worth it at all. There were more things important to her than money in life, such as dignity, love, and family, and when there was a will, she believed there would always be a way. She could take a break from school, and join her father in the office. They could merge with a lesser company, and put in the work to bridge the gap. Or they could ask Mr. Gold for help that didn't involve a marriage. Even if they didn't fully merge the two companies, they could still become partners. Mr. Gold hadn't seemed like an unkind person, and afterall he was a friend of her father's. She was sure he would unders

Shawn's POV Shawn couldn't believe his life.He was supposed to apologize to his so-called future wife, but here he was waiting for her to get off from fucking highschool. If it were any other person, he could have just invited them out to a business lunch to ensure that there wouldn't be any irrational behavior on their part. Social climbers were always so conscious of maintaining a good reputation, she wouldn't want to cause any problems for herself by making a scene. He could also use his lunch hour, and therefore make sure he didn't waste any of the time he needed to be productive on less important matters than soothing the pride of a spoiled brat.But no, she had to be a fucking highschooler, and now he was going to have to take out of his personal time to travel to her home in the evening."Fuck," he said out loud, into the silence of his office. He'd already had plans.Well, guess Rachel would have to do without him today.As if she had heard him think her name, his personal p

Max's POV Max perked his car outside the estate, waiting.He had been following the little rich boy his boss always liked to have him follow, but there was a pretty rigorous security checkpoint at the gates that he didn't want to risk going through, so unfortunately he had to wait outside.Max lit up a cigarette while he waited, deciding he might as well use the time for recreation. He sucked in and puffed out the smoke rhythmically, all the while keeping an eye out for the black Chevvy he had been following earlier.He didn't understand what exactly was the observation his Miss had for the rich boy. So far as Max could tell, apart from being stinking rich and (unfairly, in Max's opinion) being blessed with the features of a demigod, he had nothing else going for him. He was incredibly boring and did nothing but work. Hell, in all Max's years of following him around, he had never even seen him interact with women. Perhaps he was one of them rainbow Rguys that Max had been hearing abo