Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

I could use her guidance. I bet that she would scold me for thinking like a child. The problem was, I considered myself an intelligent person, a genius even in my own field, but when it came to love, emotions, and man–woman relationships, I was way beyond average. Of course, I knew how the biology part worked. I could easily tell which hormones were secreted during an orgasm, but there was nothing about an emotional switch in the books I had read, and I could really use one right now. 

I sat by Grandma‘s bed, struggling not to whine at my weaknesses. I needed a moment where I could be selfish and tell someone how I felt, but I didn‘t want to flood my dearest Grandma with my restless mood. As I was about to leave, my phone rang. It was Miranda. 

“Hi, I‘m just calling to tell you that I‘ve got your results. I would say that you are absolutely healthy, but as your doctor, I need to show you the numbers anyway. If you could just get here for a coffee, I would explain the details.” “All right... then if you don‘t mind, I could come to your office right now,” I said, doing my best to hide the anxiety that filled every inch of me. 

“Honey, are you OK?” I quickly guessed that I didn‘t sound as composed as I wanted to sound. “Aren told me that Callan attacked you. If you want to talk, then maybe we should go out and grab some dinner?” 

“I slept with Aren,” I blurted out. The other side of the phone went silent for a minute. Then I heard Miranda taking a deep breath. “Drinks then?” 

Hesitation 

I ended up meeting with Miranda in an Italian restaurant that she suggested. I texted Aren, informing him about it just in case he decided to come home early, but I never got his reply. I assumed that he had a lot on his mind, so I ignored the silence and decided to enjoy girl–talk and drinks. 

“Let me get this straight... You two cuddled while you slept and then he made you a bath?!” | guessed that Miranda had a hard time processing what I‘d told her. 

I nodded, my lips forming an awkward smile. “Yes... I guess he was worried that he had hurt me or something...” 

Miranda stared at me, raising one brow. “Are you sure you are still talking about Aren, the sex on–the–leg but fucking arrogant–Aren Lan?” 

I released a nervous chuckle. “Well, it‘s hard to mistake him for anyone else, isn‘t it?” She grabbed her glass of wine and emptied it before violently putting it back on the table with her hand fisted on the wine glass stem. “This is crazy! Girl, I‘m telling you, this guy has never acted that way toward anyone!” 

Shivers went down my spine to tickle my sensitive center. The annoying butterflies in my stomach had all woken up to tease me, speeding up my heart rate mercilessly. “Then, what can it mean? Does it mean anything at all?” I looked at her, pleading for answers. 

She sighed. “I know that I should be an expert on “Arenology,” but I seriously don‘t know what to tell you.” 

me... I mean, if any other guy treated me the way he does, I would be head over heels for him already.”

Why don‘t you just enjoy whatever it is? Some situations are so unique that we don‘t even have a name for them yet. You are not friends with benefits. You don‘t meet up for casual sex. You have a solid connection. You are in his life, in its business and private part as well. You are partners, and he cares about you. I think that there are a whole lot of so–called real relationships in this world that don‘t have half of what

unbreakable. Childishly, I had never even considered connecting with someone without sharing namable emotions. But could

he does... make my

to him right now, he would consider it unwelcomed. But this situation with you is new to him, and he is not made of stone. I suggest you wait.” She shot me an evil

with many options. I could either destroy whatever it was with Aren and turn us into strangers living

my medical documentation as we were heading out of the restaurant. “I would say that your health condition is perfect to bear children. And speaking of which... here.” She shoved a box of pills

box she had just given me. They were birth control pills. I foolishly flushed like a nervous teenager. I used them when I

with Aren, but he wasn‘t there. I wavered about whether or not I should text him. Would he consider asking him if he was coming home as if I was imposing myself

desperate. As an outcome, I slowly started to go insane. I missed him. I missed his touch, his scent, his voice... his everything! Then I began to wonder if he thought about me even once during the day he spent at the office. Probably not. I bet he shifted into being a workaholic and blocked everything unnecessary for him to make new lucrative business deals. I bet he shoved the memories of last night deep into the furthest comers of his mind, whereas

I realized I was still alone in this huge apartment. Grumping under my breath, I went upstairs to my bedroom to toss and turn in

“Come to my office, as soon as you can.” Certainly, my stupid hormones took it as a reason to celebrate, but my brain showered my heated body in cold water, telling me that the message was a hundred percent business related.

we need to discuss,” Aren announced, closing

1. us. 

hint of desire in his expression. I found

2/4 

1 sat down on the chair in

you want to talk about?” I asked, not caring if my annoyance leaked into the

a shirt that only emphasized his chiseled chest Luckily, I was too upset to fully appreciate how good he looked. He put his elbows on the desk for support and put one hand on top of

called me,” he

my arms

in his chair, his eyes still roaming

wedding ceremony should be held in the Wintons‘ mansion,” he explained.

a perfect opportunity for Aren to get the proof he