I have to get married in four weeks.

Olivia

My mind wanders to the event of last night as I turn to in my bed. One of the few things in my life I get to control and I have no regrets. I'm hoping Emma doesn't hate me for leaving without a word. I was too caught up in the moment and I didn't want to let it slip. I did it without thinking or second guessing my choices for once.

Getting fucked by another has all the regrets I had stoping at the bar worth it. I'm glad I caught that dickhead. I would have never had my moment with the hot stranger if I didn't. I never got his name because I knew it was only for the night I could have him. It's only a matter of time before my father finds the next suitor for me.

My phone begins to ring, pulling me out of my thoughts of last night. It was one of the best sex I've had in a very long time. Different from anything Asher and I ever had. It took every ounce of strength to pull myself off his bed and sneak out of his apartment while he was still awake. His naked body next to mine was enticing enough to get me wet again and begging to get him fuck me again. I can't get the lines of his tattooed chest out of my head or the taut arm muscles I held onto for my dear life when he fucked me the second time. The way his magic dick and fingers had me screaming. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the growing throb in my core from the thought of having him inside me one more time.

I groan as I reach for my phone on my bedside drawer. It's my father. I'm reluctant for a moment as I take longer before I slide the icon to answer the call. It's only 8 in the morning and starting my day with him isn't my favorite. I can tell how it'll end because it only does in one way. A huge argument and series of disagreements. Things have changed since my mother's death.

“Father,” I breathe.

“I just got off the phone with Asher's father. Is it true you have called off the wedding?”

I pull myself up to sit upright on my bed.

“Yes. Yes I have, father.”

“What has gotten into you Olivia? Do you have any idea what you've done?”

His voice is hoarse with a hint of anger in it. Nothing he'll say would change my mind and I already know it. I'm not letting him force me into a wedding with Asher.

“I'm not marrying that man whore. I caught him fucking his secretary.”

“Language Olivia.”

His voice is strict.

“Pardon my language father. I caught my fiancé having sex with his secretary at his apartment,” I reply in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes.

“Mi hija, what you're searching for no longer exists.” There's a stillness in his voice now. You would think I really do matter to him.

“I no longer want to have a wedding with him and nothing is changing that,” I respond.

“You’re going to ruin my business with his father. This marriage was supposed to bring us closer. With his men and my men, I'll be unstoppable in this city.”

I stand to my feet, taking a look at myself in the mirror.

“I’m not marrying Asher. Not now, not ever. Mother wouldn't let me if she were still here.”

There's a moment of silence that passes between us for a few seconds. My father lets out a heavy sigh.

“Fine. But on one condition will I let this happen.”

I pause, puzzled.

“What is that?”

“You get married in a month’s time. I'm not letting you bring disgrace to the family after this. We told everyone you're getting married and that's exactly what is going to happen.”

My jaw falls open. He cannot be serious.

“But father?”

“Make a choice Olivia, or I'll make one for you. Goodbye princess,” he retorts.

“Father?”

The call beeps before I get to speak. I let out a scream, hitting my fist on the wooden dresser which I regret immediately. Shit!

How could he?

I get a text from Emma as I pick up my phone. She's sent so many since last night after I left with the stranger. I already planned to call her this morning to keep her from worrying but I'm too pissed right now. My phone beeps again with another notification just as I place it back on the table.

“Fuck Emma-”

I glance at the screen and it's a different name. Asher. My blood boils even more. I make a mental note to delete his contact as I tap on his message. He wants the proposal ring back. Dammit. I walked out so quickly I forgot to toss the stupid ring in his face. I know I have to return it because he told me the ring is his family's heirloom. But I don't want to see his fucking face again. grumble loudly, walking back to my bed and falling on it. My head starts to hurt with my father's words replaying. How do I get a man to marry in four weeks?

I pick up my phone and dial Emma's number. My heart racing and my head completely blank. I know my father well enough to know he wasn't joking one bit. I either pull this off or settle for whoever he picks next. Emma answers on the second ring.

“Where the fuck have you been Olivia? You got me worried as hell!”

She's yelling into the phone.

“Emma, I'm fucked,” I say, brushing off her yells.

“What?”

I let out a shaky breath as I run my fingers through my hair staring at the ceiling. She sounds really worried.

“I have to get married in four weeks.”

“Wh-what? How? Why?”

“My father's making me and I have no fucking idea how.”