Chapter 1

Amira Winslow was the daughter of Mariam Winslow and Patrick Winslow

When she graduated, she got a job at an organization but was paid little.

The money she had couldn't afford the eye-catching things but it could put a roof over her and her mother's heads and put food on the table.

She didn't keep friends, she felt they were distractions but.....she was hard to control.

One morning, Amira went to check her mail only to see a letter.....

'Dear Amira Winslow,

You've been invited to an event in Mayfair hall

Be there

I would not appreciate if you don't show up because if you don't, I'll look for you.

Est 6:00 PM'

'Who was this person and why am I invited to a rich person's party? How did the person know my real last name? Could it be my father?' Amira thought in her head.

Amira decided she'd go regardless.

She wore a simple straight dress with a slit. Damn the dress showed her curves. She looked at the dress and said in her head, 'Isn't this a bit too revealing? Amira just wear it' she finally decided, to go with it, she wore black flats, a chain, and earrings and put her hair in a tight bun.

She got into her outdated Toyota Le and went to the event.

She had already informed her mother about her whereabouts.

She got to the event an hour late due to a traffic jam.

When she entered the hall, she scanned her surroundings.

'Damn! Whoever invited me here must be stinking rich.' Amira thought to herself.

"Hey miss, are you sure you aren't in the wrong place?" A lady asked Amira bringing her out of her thoughts

"No, I was invited here," Amira said confidently

"Do you know who you are talking to?" The lady asked

"Yeah, I do....."

"That's good, do you want an autograph?" The lady said abruptly

"You didn't let me finish" Amira interrupted the lady. "I know you are a total stranger" Amira added

"How dare..."

"But but but, I'm not done yet, you are also the most horrible server here, I'm a guest and you dare say this to me? So despicable, you could lose your job"

"Security!!" The lady screamed.

Before the guards could arrive, Amira thought fast and grabbed the first guy she saw and said, "Let's go, babe".

The lady looked like she'd seen a ghost.

Amira was hoping the guy would play along as well, which he did.

"Let's go, babe," The guy said smiling and the two walked away.

The guy calling her babe sounded so good in her ears, maybe it was his Italian accent, Amira didn't know but she sure liked the sound of his voice.

'Amira! What are you thinking?! He's a stranger!' a voice in Amira's head spoke

"A hot stranger," She said out loud

"I appreciate your compliment, I do admit I'm irresistible," the guy said and Amira was embarrassed

Amira looked back to make sure the lady wasn't seeing both of them. She didn't know when she hit the dance floor.

A very slow song was playing and all the couples around them were dancing.

The guy she was with didn't even ask her before holding her waist.

'What utter disrespect, didn't even ask me before touching me' Amira said in her head

A part of her back was exposed and she didn't know why but feeling of his hand on her bare skin sent shivers down her spine.

She put her hands on his shoulder and it was as if it was natural, it felt right.

When the dance was over, the guy she was dancing with literally took her outside without asking her and the funny part was, she was following him like an idiot with no destination. He led her to a beautiful place with flowers all over and it had a romantic date setting.

'Is this the guy that invited me then? Is that why he helped me out with that motherfucker?' Amira questioned herself

"Miss Winslow, please sit," The guy said gesturing Amira to sit.

Amira  agreed with him unwillingly.

"Aren't you going to take a seat?" Amira asked

"No"

"Why am I here?"

"I invited you to this party"

Right....

"Umm, why and how do you know me?"

"To tell you you'd be marrying me"

"I barely know you, because I said you're attractive doesn't mean I'm going to just say yes"

"it wasn't a question, it was an order"

"I'm not marrying you and it's final. Geez, get it into your thick empty skull, I don't like you," Amira said getting up.

The guy pulled her back and pinned her to the table.

"Let freaking go," Amira said trying to pull away from his tight grip.

The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.

Before Amira could think of what to do, the guy kissed her.

She lost all her six senses and kissed him back.

She managed to push him away and took her handbag and said, "You can't force me to marry you" before storming off