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His Unwanted Marriage

"WHAT ? I AM GETTING MARRIED??"I shouted, not believing what I just heard from my father. "Calm down my dear ,please " dad said "Calm down? How can you ask me to fucking calm down after what you just said?" "Watch your language, young lady," my mother scolded me, and it was the first thing she said since I entered the house. "Just tell me what is his name." I said "He is Leon, Leon Black!" My dad said. ****************************************************************************************************************************** ****************************************************************************************************************************** ************************************************************************************************************** Clarissa Grace Jones is the only daughter of Mr. Devin Jones, owner of the Jones Company. Clarissa is a 20-year-old girl who runs the fashion business for her mom. She was on a vacation with her best friends in Bali when she received a call from her father telling her to return as soon as possible as he had an important announcement to make. And when she returned, angry that he interrupted her vacation, he told her that she was going to get married to someone she didn't know and had never met before.

Loka_Elsherif · Urban
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18 Chs

Jealousy and amazing kisses

Leon's P.O.V :

Grayson arrived at least 10 minutes ago, and now we are on our way to the club where Clary is.

"Ok, so you will apologise to her, right?" he asked.

"Yes, Grayson. I hope that she just hears me out." I said

"I have a feeling she will," he said and continued driving.

After a while

We arrived at the club, but he had to be his usual self and park far away from the entrance. As soon as we approached the bodyguard, he let us in immediately.

When I entered, my eyes immediately searched for her at the bar, but I couldn't find her there, so I looked for her in the crowd on the dance floor and found her dancing in her very short dress. A guy then approaches her and puts his hands on her waist from behind and pulls her to him, but she doesn't push him away; rather, she smiles at his touch and starts swaying her body against him.

Was she dressed like that for him? Is she cheating on me? How dare she?

Stop, Leon! She is your fake fiancee! She is technically doing what you did, so if this is called cheating, you cheated on her first!

"Hey Lee, did you find her?" he aasked

"Yes, I found her, but she isn't alone." I told him as I pointed at her dancing with that guy.

" Ohhh! Good job, Clary," he said under his breath, but I glared at him. "Anyway, are you going to leave her like that?"

I shrugged and said, "I really don't know what to do right now."

"Okay, but what are you feeling?" he asked.

"Honestly?" I asked, and he nodded. "I'm very angry and want to beat the hell out of that guy for touching her and for touching what's mine."

"Mmm, you like her, don't you?" He asked, and I found myself nodding, but I stopped myself.

"I can't like her. It's not right. This is all fake and will end maybe after a year, and I will have to go on with my life. I'm not ready for anything like that, and she doesn't need someone like me in her life," I said, and he looked at me with dismay.

"As you like, Leon. But just know that these things you don't need to be ready for; they just come and hit you really hard and you don't even realise it." he said "And some advice from your best friend: do as your heart tells you."

He left to talk with Clary's friends, and I thought about what he said.

God willing, he may be right. Did I Just Get Hit Hard? I don't think so. but I definitely won't stand here and watch that guy be so close to my fiancee.

Now that they are at the bar and he is looking at her as if he had found the love of his life, he leans down and whispers something in her ear, and she smiles and kisses him on the cheek.

I stomped over to them, and as soon as she sees me, her eyes widen, but I walk over to the guy sitting next to her and grab him by his collar.

"You have the nerve to put your hands on her!" I said that and was about to hit him when Clary pulled me away.

"Calm down, Leon! Let me explain! This is Cole; he is my friend, and this is all just an act because I knew you were coming from Grayson and wanted to have a little revenge. and Cole is actually gay. " She said I let go of him and was about to talk when she interrupted me. "What is wrong with you anyway? At least I didn't have his tongue down my throat, and all my clothes are on. Plus, I'm a whore, remember? These are the kinds of things whores do."

Then she sat at the bar and ordered a drink, and I sat next to her.

"Clary, look, I'm so sorry for offending you. I didn't mean to call you a whore. I was just mad because you wanted to leave without talking to me. But let me get this right this time." I said and sighed "You really look beautiful, Clary. This dress looks amazing on you."

"Thank you, Leon," she said and smiled a shy smile while blushing, so she downed her drink and then asked the bartender for another one.

"Also, I'm really sorry for what happened at my office, but I didn't even know she was coming, and I hadn't talked to her for so long," I said, and she nodded and then downed her drink. I noticed that she was already drunk, so I asked her, "How many drinks have you had?"

"So many!" she exclaimed, laughing. I looked at Cole and asked the same question through gritted teeth.

"About 10 or something," he said.

"Ok, Clary, that's enough drinks for today. Come on now, let's go home," I said as I took her hand to make her stand up.

"Ok, Leo, let's go homey home," she said, and I laughed at the nickname she gave me.

I sort of like it.

I take her and go to Grayson to tell him that we have to go, so he helps her friends even though they are not as drunk as Clary is.

As Grayson had parked so far away, we had to walk all the way with a drunk Clary, who, may I mention, can't really walk and keeps stumbling.

"Come on, Clary, just a little bit is left," I said to her as I helped her, but she stopped.

"Leo, pick me up," she said, giving me a pouty face. I laughed at the face she made and then leaned forward so she could ride on my back.

She clapped and said, "Yay, piggyback!"

Then she jumped on my back, and I laughed at her silliness.

I think I like drunk Clary more than serious Clary.

We keep walking to the car, but Clary keeps playing with my hair.

"Wow, your hair is really soft." "I like it," she said, laughing.

"Thank you, princess."

When we reached the car, she climbed down and got into the backseat next to her friends, and I sat next to Grayson while glaring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"So you called Clary and told her that we were coming to her!" i said

"Who told you that? Of course not," he said while laughing nervously.

"Clary told me," I said, and he pretended not to hear me. "Anyway, just get us home, and we will talk later."

After a while, we arrived at the mansion, but Clary was already asleep, so I carried her to her bedroom and then laid her in her bed, but as I was leaving, she pulled at my hand.

"I want to change out of this dress; it's really suffocating me," she said, and I sighed but helped her out of her dress, and now she was in her bra and panties.

She is truly beautiful in every way. I can feel myself getting hot just by looking at her. So I took off my shirt and started putting it over her head when she said, "You have very nice lips, Leo.I want to taste them."

I laughed at her comment and then looked at her lips.

Damn !! They are perfect, full lips, and they look very tempting for me to kiss them.

Then she bites her lower lip, and I groan because that makes me want to kiss her even more.

"Stop doing that, Clary," I said as I watched her beautiful eyes get irritated as to what I meant. "Stop biting your lips!" I exclaimed, and she smiled.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because if you don't stop, I might not be able to control myself and kiss you," I said.

"So kiss me," she said as she came closer to me, and now our lips are only inches apart. I hesitate, but I have thought a lot about the kiss we shared on our engagement night and have thought about the taste of her lips for so long that I really want to taste them again, but not when she is drunk, because I can't.

"Not now, princess.When you are sober enough to remember it," I said, and I started to lean away when she pulls me and put her lips on mine.

She is kissing me.

I got the drift the first time around. You Catch up, already. Don't stand there like a rock; kiss her back. Dammit.

God. God. God. I was blown away. Bits and pieces of me hung in the air. She smelled of heaven and earth, of morning sunshine and thunderstorms.

This kiss was everything I had hoped it would be—and still amazingly more. So much more. It was so much more than the kiss they shared on the engagement night. It can't be compared to this.

Her lips touched and teased and coaxed me, and I felt her touch in every cell and every bone. Soft and supple, her body was all around me. Everywhere. She was everywhere. I was hungry for more, but I couldn't break this sweetness. This gentleness. So I let her kiss at her own pace.

But her kiss was gradually breaking me down. and breaking my cool.

Shy and timid, she kissed like herself. All so innocent, but incredibly passionate. The kiss was gentle, yet also fiery.

And I couldn't help anymore. I wanted more.

I pushed her back gently, and her back hit the bed, and I pressed myself against her amazing body. It felt so good to finally have her in my arms. The sensible part of my mind was warning me to back off now, before it was too late, but I couldn't. Just couldn't.

I need this to stop obsessing over her lips. Of course, I knew it was sad as an excuse.

Her lips were like liquid honey, flowing through my bones. Leaving trails of fire in my blood. She moaned when I licked her lips, and then she opened it for me and breathed me in. Her tongue tentatively touched mine, then became bolder, teasing, nipping, sucking, and killing.

Ah. Can I really stay away after this?

Her fingers were tangled in my hair, and my hands were trying their best to do everything at once. Touching. Stroking. Grabbing. Feeling. Oh, God, I was going to explode soon if she continued with this, but I couldn't stop her.

God. It was like a sensory overload. She filled my senses, mind, heart, and body. I couldn't think properly or breathe. But oxygen seemed like a secondary concern when she was there with me, finally kissing me.

Her lips were warm and sweet on me. I hardened and groaned. The pain was too much. If she continued this, I was going to lose it right then and there.

I have to stop this right now. I can't keep going like this.

So I pulled away reluctantly, pecked her lips one more time, and buried my head in her neck, smelling her nice scent. Both of us were breathing heavily.

"I like you a lot, Leo," she said, and I smiled and looked at her.

"I really like you too, princess, and I don't know how to stop myself," I said, and she smiled at me. I stood up to leave, but she wouldn't let me.

"No don't go.Please stay with me," she said and I nod and pull the blanket over both of us, sleeping with her in my arms and a smile on my face.

"Goodnight, princess," I said, but she didn't respond. I looked at her to find her already asleep.

I sigh, knowing she'll probably forget what happened by tomorrow morning.

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