Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 2

 

Once I collected all the pieces of my lost rationality, my eyes shifted to the counter, and I slowly made my way there. As I glanced at Marco, I saw his eyes tracing the handsome and shameless guy taking his seat at the table upstairs. Monique shot him a look and chuckled.

 

“You’re drooling,” she said, smugly pointing at the corner of his lips.

 

I smiled awkwardly and hurried to put the dishes into the sink, wishing to erase the last two minutes of my memory. I had never been the type of fangirl who would easily let some handsome guy sweep her off her feet. That black-haired man in a suit was bad news, and I could feel it in my gut. After a brief inward debate, I decided that my temporal insanity was caused by a shock. My brain had become vulnerable due to exhaustion, which allowed me to be affected by the suit’s good looks. As soon as I found this explanation, I felt better. With that figured out, I knew that I wouldn’t let it happen again, and I had the best possible strategy to keep it that way: I was going to avoid the guy.

 

“So…” Monique grinned teasingly while tangling the strands of her hair around her finger. “What are you waiting for? Grab the menu and go upstairs,” she said, smirking at me.

 

I almost choked on the air I breathed. “Not a chance. I’m not going. Marco should do it,” I claimed decisively.

 

“Girl, my radar says it clearly. Guy’s straight. There’s no fun for me going there.” He shook his head while crossing his arms over his broad chest.

 

I wanted to argue more, but before I could open my mouth again, I was holding menus and was pushed up to the middle of the stairs. The black-haired sex-on-the-legs noticed me coming their way in an instant. I did my best not to look at him directly, but I could feel his gaze on me the entire time I was climbing the stairs. I had never needed to concentrate that much on walking.

 

“Hello.” I activated my professional tone and handed them menus. “What can I get you?”

 

The two nervous men immediately turned their eyes on the black-haired. “Mr. Lan?” one of them muttered.

 

My eyes reluctantly shifted from the other two “safe” businessmen to my black-haired trouble just to find him looking straight at me. “Espresso,” his answer came.

 

His deep and smooth voice almost cost me my balance. I shifted at my feet and focused on writing down the order I was highly unlikely to forget… ever.

 

“We’ll have two americanos,” one of the restless businessmen added.

 

I excused myself and dashed downstairs just so I could breathe again. I didn’t

 

only Marco’s reflexes saved me from breaking a

 

he asked, gently

 

“I can’t explain, why

 

“the guy is super-hot… and he was checking

 

“Correction. That’s enough to make your panties wet.

 

me off

 

hottie standing in the narrow passage between the tables. He was talking on the phone and efficiently blocking my way to his table. The tone of his voice seemed harsh and cold, completely different from the smooth velvet I heard when he ordered coffee. His words carried the

 

weak voice hardly reached his ears. I cleared my throat

 

a tiny space to walk past him with a tray. I clenched my teeth, trying to navigate my way while carrying coffee when suddenly he pushed me away with a violent stretch of his

 

cursed, making an

 

one upstairs aside from the three businessmen. As my last resort, I chose to throw the tray away from their table for a split second before I

 

deep breath and slowly got myself up from the floor. As I turned around, I found the three businessmen observing me in silence. I could ignore the two sitting by the table, but what pissed me off was

 

boiled. I was three seconds from exploding.

 

“Cora?!”

 

me turn my attention away from the black-haired arrogant for a second. She would have never done anything to help, but at least she might have saved me

 

“I will clean

 

drops on his suit jacket. Shit. His eyes followed mine to those tiny stains. His lips curved into a cold

 

will pay for the

 

“Don’t bother. This piece needs a special treatment,

 

ounce of strength I had to prevent myself from slapping him or throwing multiple objects in his direction. Yes, I had my body under control.

 

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