Girl talk 

My heart started to race. A tickling sensation filled me, rushing down my stomach and making me squeeze my thighs. A flush that surfaced on my cheeks was impossible to miss, just as much as the uncontrollable smile that curled my lips, 

“Oh, my!” Miranda snickered, playfully covering her mouth with her hand, You are head over lieels for him, aren‘t you?” 

A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat. “What are you talking about?! I‘m not in,” 

“You cannot fooline, honey. I‘m aware that Aren might have rushed your engagement because of the condition his grandfather set for him, but the fact that you didnt refuse him means a lot...” She grinned, waggling her eyebrows. “L..... had my reasons,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. 

This was getting truly awkward. I couldn‘t tell Aren‘s friend that I was forbidden to have any romantic feelings toward him. Explaining the reason why Aren and I were engaged was even more complicated. 

Miranda sighed. “You signed the contract, didn‘t you?” 

I gasped. My eyes widened in terror as the amounts in penalties from the contract I had signed flashed in my mind. 

“I‘m not an idiot, you know? Don‘t worry. I would find out about it from Aren, one way or another. If you fear suffering from any consequences because I‘ve found out, then you don‘t have to. I wouldn‘t tell anyone anyway.” She winked at me. 

I smiled nervously with my lips sealed. I was scared. I would never afford to pay any penalty for breaching the contract, and the one concerning confidentiality had the number of zeros that was making my head spin. 

going to marry. Not to mention that he was just

are right. It does

her lips. “Contract or not, I can see that you care for him,

going to be a contract marriage, and Aren stated clearly that our relationship would never become more than a business deal.” The bitterness of those words twisted my tongue. She burst out laughing. “You cannot seriously believe that, can you?” I blushed as I recalled the way we kissed in

Gurl talk 

though we‘d just met, I had a

planning to become his sex toy.” Miranda‘s lips

fine, and the mere thought of having sex with Aren was enough

need to loosen up a bit. It‘s never simply black or white in Aren‘s life. You need to learn to see more. That idealistic image you put into your

sex. I wasn‘t an idiot, and because she was Aren‘s friend, I somehow wanted her to know that I could cope even with learning that Aren was

abusive.” There, I finally

mean to–” “No, it‘s ok. It was three years ago,” I

Your hands are

that could easily cause an avalanche of emotions. I had accidentally dug out a tip of something that I wanted to keep hidden, for eternity if possible. “I guess it‘s still a

whatever dickhead Aren

I should thank that asshole for dumping me. With all my intelligence, I

afraid that it would be the same with Aren?” she

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