Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Doctor‘s appointment 

I couldn‘t explain how I felt when Aren admitted that he had almost lost control while kissing me. He surely indulged my vanity, making me feel attractive and desirable, but his words also scared me because I wanted at least one of us to be sane and rational, and I know I wasn‘t. It was time to face it: the physical attraction between us was mutual. 

After drinking ten glasses of cold enough to freeze my brain water, I decided to take a cool shower. Aren‘s words kept spinning inside my head. My heart hammered against my chest no matter how badly I tried to regain my composure. This was pure insanity. I had never wanted anyone as much asıl wanted this man. Each time he was around, I became overpowered by my primal, most basic instincts. Perhaps it would have been easier to cope with this craving if I wasn‘t so mentally damaged... 

I would love to be able to keep my emotions and physical pleasure separate. I knew many women that found it so natural. They could meet someone, sleep with him, and then decide whether or not they want to be involved with him romantically. I was their opposite. I wasn‘t raised in a conservative family, and my theoretical sexual education began quite early. Nonetheless, I created this perfect image inside my head that I would lose my virginity to someone I loved... This idealistic vision blinded me and lost me. I had mistaken physical attraction for actual feelings and ended up in a relationship that was nothing but toxic. It cost me my dignity, self–esteem, and confidence. The broken heart was a harmless bonus that Callan added to the list of damages. 

Perhaps it was fortunate that I had no time to suffer from heartache. I put a hundred percent of my energy into finding the best possible treatment for Grandma. However, because I hadn‘t got time to cry and feel miserable, my wounds had never truly healed... 

Normal people in my situation look for professional help and spend thousands of dollars on hours and hours of therapy. The problem was that I had neither money nor time for therapy. I had to find a way to process my problems myself and learn to live with them. 

‘I was more than aware that I had trust issues. It was a self–defense mechanism that should have protected me from the danger of being irreversibly broken. Yet, for some reason, that mechanism didn‘t work with Aren. My hormones happily paraded with “Screw trust!” written on their T–shirts every time I could sense him near me. It surely didn‘t help to see him shirtless before going back to bed. I could almost be certain that even if I managed to fall asleep, Aren would forcefully invade every image I dared to dream… 

*** 

At 8 AM, I received a text from Neil reminding me that I had a medical appointment that day. I was supposed to go through a series of tests concerning my health. Thankfully, my examination had nothing to do with starting a sexual relationship with Aren. I needed to get examined for much more mundane reasons... 

infertile or terminally ill. It sounded reasonable, but, truthfully, it was the first time that I

Printment 

the security cameras were everywhere. As I walked inside, I felt as if I was entering a biotech

“He told me to take

A mischievous smirk flashed on Neil‘s face, making me even more

I narrowed my eyes at him, certain that there was

one of our crucial suppliers. The new conditions they were giving us were impossible to accept. The supplier thought that there was no one else qualified to fulfill our demand, and they were right. It seemed like a lost cause, but then Mr. Lan walked in fiercely and told them that our

him, confused. “So… you found someone

from the supplier‘s company almost shit his pants. In the end, we signed the deal on

proud of my contractual husband–to–be? I was certain of one thing: playing cards with Aren equaled suicide. “But wait... how did I help in any of this?” I smiled nervously just before the realization hit –me. “It was that

his face. “Whatever you

Neil assumed that his boss and I had a quickie in the office just before the meeting. What was even worse, I couldn‘t deny it since telling him that we had “only”

stopping in front of one of the doors. A sudden restlessness filled me, yet I was unable to explain why. I‘d never been scared of needles or other medical procedures, and strangely I found this appointment terrifying. Neil left

the door. I took a deep breath and

her eyes shifted to me. As

her chair and walked over to me. “You don‘t mind if I call you