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.” 

would never be in a real relationship, and I get that, but I feel as if he constantly teases me... I mean, if any other guy treated me the way he does, I would be head over heels for him already.” I

smiled wryly. “You are fixated on naming everything, aren‘t you? 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.

that made the relationship solid and unbreakable. Childishly, I had never even considered connecting with someone without sharing namable emotions. But could I reject or question something I had with Aren simply because I didn’t know how to call it? I knew

things he does... make my heart race,” I admitted.

have a private life, so if anyone was to confess to him right now, he would

but I understood that I wasn‘t left with many options. I could either destroy whatever it was with Aren and turn us into strangers living together or embrace it...

the restaurant. “I would say that your health condition is perfect

control pills. I foolishly flushed like a nervous teenager. I used them when I was with Callan all the time. It was nothing new to me. It was the thought of sleeping with Aren regularly that

wasn‘t there. I wavered about whether or not I

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 shuddered and throbbed at the mere thought of him. Why did I even take

the morning, I found myself sleeping with my face glued to the kitchen table with a wet spot caused by my drooling. That was when I realized I was still alone in this huge apartment. Grumping under my breath, I went

but my brain showered my heated body in cold water, telling me that the message was a hundred percent business related. Forty–five minutes later, I confirmed

a contract issue we need to discuss,” Aren announced, closing his office door

1. us. 

single hint of desire in his expression.

2/4 

down on the

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

his perfectly tailored dark grey suit with an unbuttoned jacket and a shirt that only emphasized his chiseled chest Luckily, I was too upset to fully appreciate how good

me,”

crossed my arms over my chest.

his chair, his eyes still roaming around to read

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

that it could be a perfect opportunity for Aren to get the proof he couldn‘t get last time, but the thought of meeting Callan there again felt like