Maybe blind dates are not so cursed.

(Clayton's POV)

This must be some joke; my grandmother had said she choose someone suitable for me. But instead, the person is one who avoids me and shuts me down when I flirt with her.

Was this all a ploy, did she successfully use my sister into getting into our family. I finally found a flaw in her; I had thought she was innocent but instead she has been planning to force me into marrying her. If she just reciprocated my feelings when I flirt then she would had have to use Cyan.

"Tsk, grandmother said she found me a good partner."

"Well, the thing is, I had… I had….." she tries to explain but it all comes out disingenuous. "I had fell for you at first sight." She lies, she sweetly lies with her little pink lips, her green eyes shake at the dishonest words she had just said.

"So, when I fell in love with you, I.. I was too shy to approach you directly and you have a girlfriend and then grandmother produced this plan." She gulps, her lies becomes plausible with every word or maybe it was my satisfaction of having her confessing to me, "you might like miss Hailee, but I will be better."

The words take me by surprise, she had only just shiver in fear each time she saw me, and for her to look me in my eyes and boldly tell me she likes me. She did not shiver with my glare, nor did she closed her eyes in fear like she always did, I unconsciously bit my lower lip, I was aroused, greatly aroused.

"Are you a con artist."

"What? No, I really absolutely quadrillion times like you Clayton."

Ugh, I had always laughed with Hailee about the stupid men who let her swindle them their money, they just dumb and weak. Guess what, I might be one of those dumb and weak men, because for those eyes she could take all of my wealth for all I care.

"You used my sister to get to me, acted like you were stalked to stay with me so you can weaken my defenses so you can scam me into marrying you."

Her reaction is puzzling, instead of a scammer being caught in the act. She frowns her beautiful drawn brow, ah now that I look at it. This is definitely a losing battle; I should have focused my eyes of her not her body, also presumptions of me to assume her face would not sway me into giving her all my money.

But wherever I look I get caught in her illusion, how the dress hugs her beautiful curvy body in only in the places meant to be highlighted. How her braided hair highlights her beautiful face nicely that you can see her cute cheeks clearly when she smiles.

"Ugh, you know what this is not going anywhere. I should've had come…."

She stands up and tries to leave, good riddance, a con artist taking itself out. After not only using my sister but also making her way into my grandmother's good side. She should trip and fall to hell for all I care.

"Sit down."

Okay, no, I can oversee her, I watch her bewildered face after my words. I antagonistically used my hand to direct her to sit. I lowered my head to not meet her eyes, I am going to have to threaten her, and but I do not have the courage to look in her eyes when I do.

"Okay, you want to marry me that much, I will do it."

"What? No don't?"

I raise my head, is she out of her mind. "I thought you liked me so dearly. Why are you against me agreeing to my grandmother's requests?"

"Well… you… um.. they say if you love something you should let it go. This is one of the instances I need to let you go and accept my fate."

She pulls yet another excuse up from God knows where. But the proud look on her face after she finishes her sentences makes me want to chuckle, but this is not the time to act cute around a scammer, she will know how weak I am to her charms.

"Well, you do not have to let me go, I am willing to be your next victim miss scammer, just know one thing." I glare at her "There is no way I will touch that foul body of you and those foul lips of yours. Me and you will be only married on paper."

No, that is not what I wanted to say, marriage of convenience would not satisfy me in this situation. How am I going to survive knowing she is my wife, but I cannot devour her like I should. People around me already know how gone I am for her.

The internal conflict happens while I still keep my glare, never show your weakness. She cutely contemplates my proposal before smiling brightly. "Of course, as long as we are married." Did I get duped, did she put all that act just to get me to say I will not be intimate with her.

"For someone who loves me dearly you sure have a funny way of showing it."

"Oh… Uh… well.. it is because I don't want my beloved to feel uncomfortable around me. Just being your wife will work out for me."

How long has she been working on this plan? Why does she look so composed, was it the times where she would act shy she had already concluded her ploy, she still trembles when my hand touches hers. It is an act; if she fears me that much why is she still so persistent to marry me? How desperate is she? I should visit Cain after this.

"I am hungry, can we order? Oh, if you are not hungry it is okay."

"Fine let's order, Grandmother put this date for us after all." I reply coldly, "tell me about yourself aside from what I already know."

With her untouched fluttering eyelashes moved happily and like a marionette I had already called the waitress for food. Time seems to be moving too fast, her quickly browsing through the menu. I want this to be longer, I want to hear her cute voice longer.

"I am a child of an immigrant couple, my mother just died a few months ago together with my father remarrying."

Her cute voice echoes in my head, She sure was hiding something, her story seem to only match what Cain found out about her, but I didn't mind hearing about her nothings.

"Any dating history?"

"Huh, oh, um I dated a guy named James for about five years. We broke up a few months ago."

Long term relationship had never been my thing, I am not good with goodbyes. I was almost in pieces when my parents died. I had already decided my immediate family are the only people I needed, only a few heartbreaks and depression when they die, unlike when I have a large group of friends. What if they die and leave me? How can I survive that much heartache?

"You must have been heartbroken."

"Uh.." 'touchy subject?' "well, I was, I really loved him to an extent that I thought we were going to marry. But after my mother died and I was at my worst he told me he was going to marry the woman he introduced as his cousin."

Her lowered sad head makes me frown, ah men sure are scum. He had paraded his lover in front of her calling her his cousin. "How long did you know this cousin of his?" how naïve was she in this relationship to trust the oldest trick in the book.

"For the whole duration of our relationship."

"What are jerk."

"I know." 'I seem to have a type.' She mummers under her breath, is she calling me a jerk. Or is it because she really doesn't like me? Either way her words anger me instantly.

"We are done we should head back."

"But you haven't touched your food…"

"I am not hungry."

I growled causing her to flinch. Sigh, what is making me sensitive all of a sudden. Grandmother had always said love make people irrational, she always talked the story of how grandfather was composed and calm until he met her and became a complete mess of emotions.

"Oh, okay, can we do takeaways? You can always eat in the car." Still with my unreasonable attitude she still is caring.

I extend my hand to touch her face, and though she cutely closes her eyes it still makes me happy touching her skin like this. "Yeah, let's do that." I see her face lit red; her cute lips form a pout. There is hope, there is hope that this woman can fall in love with me.