TRAPPED FIVE

My eyes widened to hear Sebastian's voice. His grin on me made me stiff like a statue. I turned and slowly faced him.

“I-um just-w-wanted.” My eyes wandered around, I began to stutter. The words I needed weren't coming.

He frowned his face and had a stern look at me. He held my hand tightly, started dragging me.

“What are you?” I squeaked and was trying to remove my grin from him.

Those muscular hands were just too strong. His grin was too powerful. He dragged me continuously without uttering a word.

He pulled me into the room I was in and locked the door. He looked very annoyed to see me. He dragged me, twisted me, and rested my back on the door.

His left hand was on the door with his other curly its way to my waist. His slight touch on my tiny waist gave me the same sensory issues.

He had a frown and looked angry.

“All you've got to do is comply to the fucking contract and make no silly mistakes.” I got scared by his facial expression.

He sounded and looked too dangerous, too dangerous to go against, too dangerous for me.

“I-I’m sorry.” My eyes flickered. I was starting to feel scared.

My hands started shaking when he tightened his grin on my waist. I was too close to his body. My chest was moving up and down and my breath was shaky. I looked down, I was too nervous to see his face.

He removed his left hand from the door. Place his thumb beneath my chin and forcefully pulled my face up. I grunted at the sharp feeling of his touch. I was grinding my teeth, sweat was dripping from my face. Our lips were just a few inches apart, making me more nervous.

He cornered his lips to a smirk, tightened his hand harder and shifted my body upwards.

I groaned at the slight pain I felt. What was he even doing?

“We are getting married next tomorrow Kim.” His smirk was still present, “which means, I have every right to your body.” His eyes went to my lips.

“N-next tomorrow?” My hands trembled on his chest by the sound of marriage.

“It seems like you know nothing about me.”. He said incredulously. His expression changed into a frown, “from now, I would prefer if you would do everything and know everything about me.” He drew his lips closer to mine.

My body began to tremble at his lips almost in contact with mine.

“Why are you getting married to me?” I squeezed my face, making his lips stop moving to mine. His eyes diverted from my lips to my eyes.

“Are you that scared of me?” His smile was more like a smirk. “Well, I need that title, wife. You came right on time darling.” He sounded seductive by saying that word, ‘darling’.

“How come you've planned the wedding on such short notice?” I asked.

“Short?” He huffed, “obey my orders and you have no problem.”

My brows were furrowed, I couldn't even guess what I was feeling. He moved his eyes from my eyes and shifted it to my lips. He bent down, since he was extremely taller than me. He closed his eyes and his lips touched mine.

I widened my eyes in shock. He didn't suck my lips but just placed his juicy pink lips on mine.

“What…!” I held his chest tightly and pushed him from me. “What are you doing?!”

He strutted back but didn't lose balance. He was top strong to fall.

“You've got to get used to this, Kim. We are going to have lots of kissing scenes. Prepare yourself.”

My mind went blank hearing the word kiss.

He gave his usual cold smirk and looked down to see me. “Your wedding dress will soon arrive. I don't give a fuck if you like it or not. Get ready for the darn wedding.” His cold expression was back.

“How can I get married to someone I don't even know?” I glued my hands together and wore a face that pleaded for mercy.

“How could you smash such an expensive car?” My hands dropped at his heartless words. “Stop your fucking drama and get ready. We meet at the wedding altar.” He turned and was about to leave.

“We are going to meet at the altar?” I pulled my brows in askance, making him turn.

“I am a busy man. We definitely won't be seeing each other until the wedding. Behave like you want to get married, make sure you wear a smile, stay beside me throughout the wedding and most importantly, don't think of running away.” He glared and walked out.

I dropped to the floor. Tears were packed in my eyes, ready to fall at any moment. I never imagined myself getting married like this. Arranged marriage? My life was going to get ruined for sure.

I stood from the floor, walked to the bed, and sat on it. I took my phone and unlocked the large screen. I swiped and clicked TikTok. My brows were furrowed when I saw a random man dancing on my fyp. I pressed the search button and searched for Carlos Sebastian. They immediately brought out his account. To my surprise, his account was verified. I clicked on it.

I gasped and covered my mouth when I saw 20.4 million followers.

“Twenty million followers?” I rolled my eyes when I saw he was following just one.

I clicked on it and saw he was following Carlix international. I clicked on it.

“10.2 million followers?!” I gasped again.

What made him so popular? His looks? His body? His business? I just wasn't so sure. I went back twice and a notification popped up. It was an article about Sebastian's marriage. I immediately clicked on it and started reading.

‘Carlos Sebastian's marriage has been planned for more than a year. The Carlos family keeps changing the bride every second which leads to the debate of who his real bride is. It was once Rosie Smith but it was later changed. The change in bride has led to the delay in the marriage.

But, it has now been concluded last month that he is getting married to Mia Anderson. Their wedding is to take place in one of the richest halls in New York. The wedding is going to be very grand and it is in two days.

Rumors have also been spread that he is not getting married to Mia Anderson. It has not been confirmed yet but nothing is possible with this controversy of Mr Carlos' wedding. Which is currently the talk of America.’

I dropped my phone in shock. What the fuck did I just read? Was I seriously trapped with him?

I heard a knock from the door, disrupting me from my thought process.

“Can we come in?” I heard a female voice.

I did not reply due to shock. Either way, they came in.

I was in a bigger shock when I saw them bringing in my wedding dress and other stuff for my wedding. The dress was extremely beautiful and looked extremely expensive.

It was stripeless and love shaped that was going to reveal a lot. It had a flare at the bottom which made it more splendorous. The gown boasted 150 carats of diamonds adorning its bodice. It had an aesthetic eye, sewing and pattern-making skills, communication and creative skills.

“Mr Carlos instructed us to prepare you for the wedding.”

That word, ‘wedding’. I was fucking getting married!