Katiana's POV"I'm grounded, Loisa. Fuck!" I hissed while I was on facetime with my friend. I was swaying my swivel chair, trying to distract my annoyance from something else."Grounded? You're twenty-one and you're grounded?" Her lips parted with wide eyes.I rolled my eyes. "You know what happened, Loisa. You know about the fucking scandal. Fuck!""Yeah, as if it's a big deal. I mean lots of people are doing that a business---""It's not about the sex scandal, it's about the other one. For Pete's sake, don't act like you don't know that. We were both there. Both of us were filmed! I told you, Clea is not a trustworthy woman!" I dropped my fist on my table, feeling the eagerness linger on me like poison."Okay, calm down. You're not the only victim here---""I know! I'm just frustrated, I mean, fuck! I'm grounded and they put on hold all of my cards. God, I don't have a life now!" I pulled my hair and slapped my chin, I didn't know where to throw my anger anymore. It was as if all my

My chest was thundering while I was examining his face, his features. The magazines and billboards didn't lie. He was a drop-dead gorgeous man with his hair neatly brushed yet some strands were falling on her forehead. Our eyes met and it crumbled knees yet I was trying to maintain my posture. His emerald eyes were deep and alluring which gave me a bad sense about him. His kind of guy was a total womaniser and he was gonna be my husband? Fuck, it was just for his surname, it shouldn't be a big deal actually."Mayor Kenneth and Misis Walker." He shook hands with my parents until his gaze went back to me. His eyes travelled from my head to toe then his lips rose like an insulting smirk! "Oh Pierre, this is my daughter, Katiana.""Katiana. Wow!" His sarcastic baritone voice irritated me to hell. "Finally I met my fiancé, now may I excuse myself, please."My lips parted as I watched him walk away. He greeted some of his friends on the way to a direction far from us. My brows crossed; arr

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I stared at the bouquet of flowers he was holding."Visiting my fiancé," he said sarcastically before he went straight inside my room like he owns it. "Hey! Who gave you the permission to come inside my room huh?!" I followed him behind his back."I am your fiancé, what do you expect?" He faced me as he frowned. "Can you get this flower out of my hand?" I looked at the bouquet again. "Why don't you throw it away yourself?"His lips parted in amusement until he puffed his breath. "This flower is for you, fiancé so get it out of my hand.""I hate flowers.""Who cares? My mom just asked me to give this to you. Get it now." I rolled my eyes and grabbed the flower from his arm. My fingers touched his skin which sent a slight tingling in my stomach. I smelled the flowers before putting them down on my bedside table."You already handed the flower. You can go now." I pointed the door at him.He just stood right in front of me, staring like there was di