Chapter 2

We walked to the foyer as Mr and Mrs Bradshaw walked in, smiles present on their faces, and then the infamous Zayn Bradshaw. In all his 6 foot glory there was no denying he was gorgeous, hand crafted by the God's themselves, for both a blessing and a curse.

He was absolutely beautiful, with hazal eyes, brown hair styled to perfection, his tan brown skin made me melt. This man was my fianceé. Mine. He was too perfect, probably had a small dick, that was probably the case. Who was I kidding, with the amount of girls he had, there was no way he had a small dick, no chance.

What the fuck?

"Ben, so lovely to see you again." Mrs Bradshaw greeted.

"Ben, glad you're still alive." Mr Bradshaw joked. My father laughed and waved a hand in the air, directing us to the sunroom.

"So... I have work in an hour, maybe we could speed up the process?" I scratched my head.

My father nodded, standing up and moving towards his office. He came back with papers in his hand, looking at me sympathetically. Too late now.

"Zayn, you have read over the contract, the clauses and such, and you know any infringement of the clauses can result in a termination of this contract?"

"Yes, Mr Montez."

"Ariana, same goes for you. Although Mr Bradshaw needs our company, we will not tolerate any nonsense from the both you. Yes?"

"Si."

"Yes."

"We'll give you two some space, get to know each other better." Mr Bradshaw said as our parents stood up, leaving in the direction of the west wing. Most likely going to the patio.

"Listen."

"Listen."

We said at the same time causing both of us to chuckle.

"You go first." He offered.

"Okay. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to change for you. Nope, not at all. In fact, you might as well call of the whole thing because you do not want me."

"What? What are you talking about, you literally make zero sense. You realise you just signed yourself over to me right?"

"But you can still call it off, run away before the wedding, which need I remind you is a week away."

"You need not remind me, I'm already dreading the day."

I glared at him as he smirked, he got up and left, no goodbye just left. I walked out of the sunroom and into the garage. I randomly selected a set of keys from the wall and clicked the unlock button. The Audi's lights flicked on and I smiled.

I plugged in my aux before I hit the road, coming across 'Thot Box' it was definitely my favourite.

I began driving out bopping my head to the inappropriate music.

"Wack bitch callin' say she want her boo back." I rapped along.

"Send that nigga home pussy juice on his do-rag."

"I ain't gotta suck dick for no verse, I put money on your head then put money in my purse, bitch."

"Nigga slide into my dms with the blue check, only want the blue racks..." I had stopped at a red light and the old lady in the car next to me was beyond traumatized.

I smiled, waving as I sped off, arriving late to the office. What? It was my company I could arrive whenever I want.

As soon as I stepped into my office the phone rang. I looked at the information screen and didn't recognise the number.

"Hello?"

"My love, how are you?" Zayn.

"The fuck you just call me? Nevermind that, why are you even calling me?"

"Can't I call my fianceé?"

"What do you want?"

"My parents forced me to call you to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner." I was disappointed that he was forced and not calling out of his own.

"No, I'm busy tonight." I lied.

"Oh thank God, I did not want to go to dinner with you." He sighed in relief.

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding, but if you're busy then..."

"Fine, we can go."

"We still have an announcement to make, now that the contract is signed."

"Don't remind me, now everyone's gonna know I'm engaged to you." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, because it's so embarassing to be seen with a sex god."

"Fuck you, I have work to do."

"Oh baby, anytime, anywhere."

"Bye Zayn."

"Goodbye Ariana."

There was a knock on the door and my assistant Carlos walked in.

"Good morning Ri"

"Morning Carlos. What's up?"

"The contract from Australia came in today."

"Really?" My eyes widened, we've been working our asses off to get this deal, and it looks like our hard work paid off.

"I'll leave you to it then."

"Wait! Call meeting, everyone needs to be in the conference room in 10 minutes, we need to celebrate.

Carlos nodded and walked off.

I opened the envelope, reading through the contract, making sure everything fit our high standard of doing things, the payment rates and so forth. Everything seemed to be in order, I looked over everything one more time and signed.

Making my way to the conference room I noticed everyone was already there, others making there way there now.

"Good morning everyone."

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I decided to give everyone the rest of the day off, we honestly deserved it, we've been going hard and it was finally paying off. We'll be flying out on Monday. It's Saturday so only a day to prepare.

My phone rang as I got into my car.

"Hello?" I answered not looking at the caller ID.

"Ariana, where are you?" It was Mrs Bradshaw.

"I'm on my way home Mrs Bradshaw, what's up?"

"Well we're supposed to announce your engagement with Zayn tomorrow." Shit I forgot. The excitement got to me, and I was dreading the rest of the day.

"And where will be making this announcement?"

"At Zayn's apartment, did you guys not discuss this when we came over?"

"Nope." I said popping the p.

Mrs Bradshaw sighed, most likely thinking of how she's going to torture us.

"He called asking if I wanted to go out to dinner though."

"And you accepted his offer?" I scratched my head, it's like she was in my head.

"I'm actually a bit busy Mrs Bradshaw, I just signed a contract with Mr Smith, I'm sure you've heard of Smith Textiles? I'm designing a new building for them. But I've penciled him in for lunch tomorrow." I decided to pull her leg.

She sighed.

"You penciled him in? Wow, I didn't realise this was so unimportant to you Ms Montez."

"Listen, I will decide when this 'date' will take place. Me. Not you, my dad, your husband or Zayn will tell me what to do. Remember you need me, not the other way around." Who does she think she is? I rolled my eyes.

The line went quiet, I'm sure she doesn't know what to say. So I did what anyone would have done. Or at least anyone with money, power, influence and of course an ego the size of Texas would do.

I hung up.