Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Our date 

Benjamin drove us to the Lan Diamond Tower‘s underground parking lot. It was after eight, and most of the employees were already gone. Of course, Aren was still working in his office, spending his fourteenth hour answering calls and emails and dealing with all sorts of problems. I thought of going upstairs to meet him, but Neil insisted that I stay in the car until his boss was ready to come down. 

“Your car will be here in five minutes. You will switch cars and wait for Mr. Lan,” he informed 

1. me. 

“I thought that Benjamin would be the one to take us there,” I said, suddenly feeling anxious. 

“No. Marcus will be the one to take you to your date. He‘s Mr. Lan‘s private driver,” Neil explained. I smiled faintly, feeling that my recently gained confidence was leaving me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I wanted to be courageous, but my little inner introvert made me feel awkward around new people, and I think I had already exhausted my daily limit of meeting new people. 

“Relax.” Neil patted my hand. “You look like the lottery‘s main prize, and you have the ultimate power to bring every man to his knees. Just believe in yourself a little more.” He winked at me. 

I tried to smile, but his words couldn‘t silence my restlessly pounding heart. There was only one person who could calm me down, and that was Aren. For some reason, I would believe him if he told me that I would do just fine. 

“Your ride is here,” Neil said, pointing at the black limo, parking next to the Bentley I was in. 

All I needed to do was to step out of one car and get into another, but even so, Neil got out first and stood in the space between the two doors to cover me from any surveillance as I switched the vehicles. I couldn‘t understand why everything had to be so carefully planned. Was all that secrecy necessary? We were going on a date, not breaking into a bank... right? Although I had all those questions swirling inside my head, I didn‘t ask any. I bet that even if I asked them, Neil wouldn‘t give me the answer I wanted... 

I stepped inside the car and made myself comfortable on the cream leather seat. I could see something that could be a satellite phone, an LCD screen, and a minibar with a filled wine fridge. I bet this car had many more hidden gadgets prepared for the businessman‘s comfort. I could easily picture Aren working while sitting in that seat with his laptop. “Good evening, Ms. Bell. I’m Marcus, Mr. Lan‘s driver,” the man behind the wheel greeted me in his deep, bass voice. 

I could only see a glimpse of his face in the mirror‘s reflection, but I would say that he was more fitted to be a bodyguard than a driver… He must have been around 6.5 feet tall since his chauffeur‘s hat was nearly touching the ceiling. As his deep–set eyes and dark brown pupils gave him a piercing gaze, his brown complexion, emphasizing his white eyeballs, made that gaze even fiercer. 

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Marcus. It‘s lovely to meet you.” I smiled nervously, trying to remain composed

but was it bad that I enjoyed it? The elevator door opened, and Aren walked out in confident strides. He was wearing a black suit and tie with a dark purple shirt. His thick black hair was sleekly combed. His intense

to forget about the date and rip that dress off of you right now,” he said, his eyes

could not believe how defenseless I had become. His predatory stare at me was a weapon that could shatter every wall I had ever built. Usually, in this kind of situation, it was

going to kiss me, but he only smirked before whispering, “Just admit

foolish thing that saved me. I stayed silent, not because I didn‘t want him, but because I was in a state where I

you are astonishing tonight,”

that I‘ll be right there beside you.” His words placed an uncontrollable smile

in front of one of the current hottest

placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to the entrance. As

table upstairs, I could see that he was nervous as if he was receiving some huge celebrity or a president. Aren kept a deadly serious expression while we were following the host. His sharp eyes looked around the room as if he was expecting something

view. Aren rushed to pull out the chair for me, and then made sure that I would sit comfortably. I kept asking myself if it was truly happening since it felt like a dream, the most romantic date that I had

wine he ordered. I swirled the red liquid while looking at the incredible night view. The corners of my lips stayed curled

dinner?” Aren asked in

“I loved it.”

was worth the money I paid.” He chuckled. “Because I said I loved it?” I raised one eyebrow, amused. “No… because you smiled at me.” He smirked. The words

restaurant after all.” “Of course, it is...” I muttered under my breath. I should have known that the restaurant was his, but his misleading reply pissed me off. Now, all I could think of was how many girls had been sitting with him at this table. Somehow, the night no

do not date in public places,” he explained suddenly.