Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

About his plan

About his plan

His stare at me was an unmistakable order to submit to him. It sent my heart into a wild race. I wanted him so badly that my whole body inwardly whimpered, begging him to let me feel his lips on my skin again. Surprisingly, he didn’t push any further. He just held me in his embrace with his eyes locked on me.

“T-thank you…” I mumbled, placing my trembling hands on Aren’s chest and trying to push him away.

He smirked and stepped back, releasing me before I would lose the last ounce of control I had. I exhaled in relief when he walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“Hope you’re hungry. I ordered steaks and a salad from Coeur de Romarin. As I remembered, you enjoyed it last time,” he said, shrugging out his suit jacket.

“Um… yes… I’ll gladly eat it again…” I muttered, still a bit dazed from his kiss.

He chuckled and took a few steps toward me. “I’m going to change. I’ll be back before the food gets here. Pick a wine from the fringe, OK?” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead before stepping up the stairs. I nodded, painting a superficial mask of serenity even though I was in the middle of panic mode inside. It annoyed me that Aren was the one in control while I wasn’t. He acted of his own will and did whatever he wanted, and I simply surrendered like some brainless doll. This was beyond frustrating! Perhaps I should be grateful that he didn’t try to push it too far. He was well aware of the way my body reacted to him. Was he trying to be considerate toward me, taking one step at a time so I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable? I had to admit that, aside from being a calculative bastard, he had his kind and warm side, and that one could mess me up the most.

I took a few deep breaths and went to pick the wine. I chose a nice-looking bottle of Zinfandel, then set the table for two. Somehow, preparing to dine with him alone didn’t feel strange. I found myself more comfortable in his presence… that is, if he wasn’t too close. As soon as I put the wine glasses on the table, he walked down to join me. He was wearing casual jeans and a black, fitted V-neckline T-shirt, and he made it look as incredibly hot as when he wore a suit. His T-shirt perfectly embraced his fine-built curves of muscles, making them visible even through the fabric. He must have done it on purpose, knowing that I couldn’t resist the urge to admire his chest.

he glanced at the bottle I’d chosen for our

later, the delivery man brought our food. Aren insisted that I sit down and let him serve dinner. It surely was an offer I couldn’t reject. I observed Aren’s movements while he placed the perfectly prepared plates on our table, mesmerized. He knew how to pamper a woman. He opened the wine with the professional sommelier’s elegance and poured a little wine into my glass so I could taste it. He stood close to me, too close. His perfume wildly attacked my nostrils, and I couldn’t focus on anything but him. I chuckled nervously, raising the glass to my mouth as he waited for me to approve the wine. I took a sip, trying to avoid his seductive gaze, and nodded hurriedly in acceptance before my tastebuds could

About his plan

apologize if she did,” he said, suddenly. “No… it was fine.” I laughed softly, surprised that he

smirked. “She told you good things or bad things

a big gulp of wine and looked straight into his eyes. “She told me that you immediately cut off women you slept with and that she was the

so like Miranda. But you don’t need to worry about what she said… it won’t

yet I couldn’t let him win that easily. “I know it won’t. First, I’m not planning to sleep with you,

stared at me, more intense than before. “Your stubbornness turns me on. It makes

he said it. I prayed that he didn’t see through me and realize that the resistance he mentioned had become nothing but a weak façade. I finished the wine to cool

was hoping for.” “Oh?” I

grandfather?” I

The fucker celebrates his eightieth birthday tomorrow and wants

exactly the nicest kinds of people… “I get that he invited you, but why me?” I smiled nervously. “Meeting you is the sole reason for his invitation,” Aren smirked coldly and leaned back on his chair. “He knows that if I marry, I will get the Lan Wang Corporation’s shares, and he is getting restless. He knows that with Lans’ support, I will be

gulped. “So… he wants to test me and see whether our relationship is real and estimate your chances of getting the inheritance?” “Precisely.” “But… you want us to go to his