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Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 2: Hatred begins Slow piano music starts to play the moment she enters, some classical piece she had never heard of before. Probably Bach or Beethoven, who cares, they all sound the same to her anyways. The guests are already standing when she step through the threshold of the ceremony hall. All eyes are on her, staring at her with as much admiration as jealousy. What are they jealous of? What is there that they could possibly desire? Her dress? Her jewelry? Her future husband? They can have all of it if they so much desire it.Lori looks at the man so many women in this room envy her for. He is wearing a midnight black suit, it must be custom-tailored judging by the perfect fit. His dark hair is styled out of his face, revealing his forehead. Other people would have swooned at the view, but all she wanted to do was to turn around and leave this god awful place. And judging by the iciness in his stare, he was thinki

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy .Chapter 4: a dance with who she loves and who she hates .The singer of the band, a rookie group with big dreams and nervous eyes, sees Lori enter and announces the opening dance as soon as she give him a nod of her head.“May the newly-wed couple open the dance floor”, he speaks into the microphone before counting down.The music starts. It is a slow song, the perfect song to dance to when you are in love, when you want to hug your partner close to your body and whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Given the current situation, it feels nothing more than awkward. Elijah drags Lori to the middle of the dance floor, nearly stumbling over his own feet if she hadn’t pulled him back up again.“Behave”, She warn him, boring her fingernails into his shoulder.“Don’t tell me what to do”, he growls before he presses her against his body rather harshly.She is feeling things she did not want to feel. His stomach pressing against her

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 6: punishment for your rude words.I am woken up by my stomach screaming for release the next morning. I stand up as fast as my spinning head allows me to and rush to the enclosed bathroom. To my luck the toilet seat was open. In one swift movement I throw myself onto my knees, my stomach already emptying itself on my way down.I hate throwing up, i had hated it as a child and i still hate it as an adult, if not even more. My throat stings and my stomach aches from all of the tensing up. My whole body is shivering, i feel cold despite the big amount of sweat running down my back. I lean my back against the glass door of your shower, closing my teary eyes.“God damn alcohol”, i groan before a second wave of cramps washes over me, forcing me to release everything my stomach had to offer into the toilet bowl.I lean back again, panting. I hate this so much. I never should have drank that much. I take deep breaths, hoping t

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy.Chapter 8: COUPLE GOALS . Jordan and I try our hardest not to snicker.“I see”, I say, lips trembling with the desire to laugh.“I guess you have to save him”, Jordan says, hiding his mouth behind his hand.Jana cocks an eyebrow up at I and Jordan and crosses her arms in front of her chest.“Just come join us”, she says tiredly and turns around to hurry off afterwards.I and Jordan break into laughter the moment she had crossed the corner, holding onto each other in order not to stumble over.“Shit he actually met him. This is hilarious”, Jordan wheezes.“Serves him right. Ah god, no joke. Karma is beautiful”, I say, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the tears.--Elijah is frowning, sitting at the table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His dark eyes flit over to me the moment he sees movement in the doorway.“Hello everyone!” I exclaim, wearing my best business smile. Although I must be honest, today there is also a

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with The Popular Playboy. Chapter 10: escaping reality is hard. *Lori Ivanov* “Let me in then”, Jordan says, tugging stronger.“Geez Jordan you’re so annoying”, I grunt, opening the blanket for him.He grins boyishly and shimmies closer. A second later I feel Jordan’s ice cold feet against my naked legs.I squeal, “Jordan!”.He cackles, wrapping his arms around me so I can’t wiggle away and rubs his feet up and down my legs.“Give me your warmth Lori. I’m so cold”, he whines cutely, attacking your neck with little kisses.“You are literally so annoying oh my god”, I groan, shivering like crazy, “how can a human feet be that freaking cold?”“It’s cause your floors are always so cold”, he mumbles, nibbling on my jawline lazily.His feet leave my legs, his naked thighs rubbing against them instead as he rolls his hips into me lazily.“Jordan”, I sigh, shivering for another reason, “what are you doing?”“Turning you on”, he states nonchalantly, warm ha