Chapter 3

Zara's POV.

"What do you mean you want to marry me?" I ask completely perplexed.

"Exactly what it means Zara." He replies, those darn eyes of his still shining with amusement. 

I walk closer to him and and place my hands on his desk, leveling my eyes with his.

"But... You don't even know me and I don't know you and I don't want to marry you and..."

What's up with the 'ands' Zara?

I guess Lucy is starting to wear off on me. Jason stares at my face for a while before his eyes drops to my chest and I try not to squirm under his gaze.

"Um.. You might want to stand up straight. I can see your..." He trails off, his eyes still pinned on my... 

Fuck he can see my breast.

I stand straight so fast that I lost my footing but Jason catches my flailing hands and pulls me upright before I could land on my butt. 

"Are you okay?" He asks my tightening his hold on my hands a little. 

I glance down at where our hands are locked. I can't explain the kind of fire that is currently burning where our skin meets. It is like he is branding me with his touch.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I snatch my hands from his and rub my wrist in an attempt to calm the fire that was burning. I can feel Jason's eyes on me but I can't bring myself to look at him again. 

"Are you really okay, Zara? " He asks and I am a little taken aback by his question.

"I am fine. I just lost my footing and uhm... I am fine." I stutter a little.

Why am I stuttering?

I clear my throat and take a deep breath. 

"Why do you want to marry me? You don't know me and you don't even love me." I am a little bit surprise at how firm my voice sounds.

He stares at me for a while before walking over to me. He comes so close that our fronts are almost touching.

"Love? One doesn't need love to get married." He says 

"You don't get it, do you? I don't want to get married to someone I am not in love with. Someone who doesn't love me." I try to explain.

"Then fall in love with me. What do I do to make you fall in love with me?" He asks and I let out a scoff. 

"Fall in love with you?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes, girls always fall in love with me all the time so I know it is just a matter of time before you fall in love with me." He says shrugging his shoulders casually. 

I let out a low laugh and I look up to his face already scrunch up in confusion. I laugh even harder at his expression. I can feel the tears welling up from laughing. I try to calm myself and stop laughing. I use my pinky finger to clean my eyes, carefully so I won't smear my eye shadows. This is one of the many reasons I don't like wearing makeup. I have to be extra careful with whatever I do so I won't smear the makeup and end up looking like a raccoon. 

"What was so funny, Zara?" He asks folding his arms on his chest. His move makes his suit even more fitted and it shows off his biceps and his very muscular chest, makes me want to run my hands down his chest. 

Where the hell did that thought come from?

"Are you always so...full of yourself?" I ask. I can't help the wide smile on my face. 

"I was just stating the truth. Girls always fall in love with me, they just can't help it." He says and I try not to burst into laughter again. 

"Can we just focus on the real reason I am here?" I ask him and he nods sitting on the edge of his table.

"Why the fuck do you want to marry me?" I ask him.

"Because I can." He says smirking at me while adjusting his bum a little.

"Because you can?" I ask. 

"Yes. Because I can." He repeats, slowly this time as if I was too dumb to comprehend what he said before. 

"Why will you want to get married to me when you can have any girl in New York? Are you just trying to punish me or something?" I ask. I know I sound a little bit desperate and that is because I am desperate. 

"I can be married and still have any girl I want." He says.

"Like extra marital affair?" I ask completely bewildered.

"Uhhm... I don't think I can call it extra marital affair. I mean we are just going to get married because we are being forced too. Listen Zara, I am only doing this for my grandmother." He says suddenly serious. 

"Grandmother?" I ask and he nods his head. 

"She arranged my marriage with your sister but I heard your sister eloped." He says chuckling lightly.

"She didn't elope...she just..." I trail off and Jason burst into laughter.

"She went on a vacation?" He teases.

"Stop teasing me." I say my face heating up a little.

"Awwn... Is Zara blushing?" he teases and my face turn even hotter.

Why the fuck are you blushing Zara?

"I know I will be getting married to you instead of your sister because she eloped but that is fine because you are hot and I like hot girls." He says and I chose to ignore his comment about how hot he thinks I am.

"Can you do something? Anything to stop this wedding from happening." I ask him and he shakes his head making his long dirty blonde hair move around. I suddenly feel the urge to run my fingers through his hair before smoothening it back.

Keep your fucking hands to yourself, Zara.

"I really wish there is something I can do but I guess we are stuck but on the bright side, you will be getting married to a hot shot like me" He says waggling his eyebrows. 

Is it just me or does he sound exactly like Lucy.

"But we will miserable together. We have absolutely nothing in common..."

"I beg to disagree. We are both hot and good looking and I bet the sex will be mind blowing." He says winking at me and I feel my stomach curl in disgust.

"Is that all you can think about? We are talking about our life here and all you can think about is sex." I raise my voice at him and his eyes widens a little at my outburst. 

"We are talking about marriage here, Jason. It is a big deal, marriage is no joke and you are talking about sex. Our life is about to change forever, Jason. We are getting married Jason and... You know what, forget I said anything and forget this ever happened." I say grabbing my bag and walk out of his office without even bothering to look back at him.

Tears started welling up in my eyes and I swipe at them angrily. I slam the door shut behind me and I could feel the receptionist eyes but I didn't give a fuck. All I can think about is the fact that my life is officially over.

My life sucks.