Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress

She wanted to go on her own to choose her wedding dress and have a personalized design on it. She remembered back then how she chose her wedding gown. It was simple and very elegant and she chose it thinking of him.

Now, her convertible Audi has been sitting in front of the shop for like an hour. She won't know if she'll choose it for him again. Last time was a waste. She rubbed her chest where her heart is located. She doesn't know right now.

She leaned her head on her seat as tears stream down her cheeks. She started sobbing.

It happened two years ago but why? Why does it hurt so much like it just happened yesterday?

Her phone kept ringing. It must be her mother but she didn't answer. Then another ring again, it must be Zach but she didn't answer. She just shoved her face on the steering wheel and cried there silently. If she'll cry her sorrow it might lighten a little after a cry. She fixed her face and put on a little makeup and a big black shade then she got out and walk inside.

"I'm here for my appointment. I'm a little late." She uttered to the receptionist.

"Miss Mondragon!" The gay Stylist got out of his room and admire her body and height. "Oh my, my… Your fiancé is right, you got a perfect body." She frowned.

"He said that?" she crossed her arms and the gay Stylist named Damien nods. "Maybe he needed to get laid that's why he said that." Damien laughs and escorted her inside.

"25 waistline and 40 hips line… oh my… I like your chest size as well, 38 very proportion to your hips."

"Yup, my grandfather shaped me up well while I am growing up. Full of physical training."

She chose the perfect wedding dress. She didn't even call her mother or anyone. She wanted to do it alone because she hated her mom for lots of reasons. After she's done, she went to a café and bought herself a latte and him a double shot Americano. She drove to his company building, the receptionist greets her and then she entered his office. She put the coffee in front of him and she sat on the sofa and sipped on her latte.

He's busy on the phone and other stuff. Then, after like ten minutes, he strode toward her and leans to kiss her but she avoided him. He already knew what was wrong. She just remembered a few good things and it pains her.

"How do you want to punish me?" He suddenly asked caressing her hair and trying to capture her eyes.

"I don't even know how." She uttered back suddenly her hand shudders. He took away the latte it put it on the coffee table. He sat down beside her, pick her up, and put her on his lap. She shoved her face on his neck and she started weeping.

He did it. He made her cry and making her cry just pains his heart. It hurts him. It tortured him because it was his fault. He was guilty as a criminal. He kept caressing her hair until she had fallen asleep from her cry.

He glanced at his wristwatch and it's already time for lunch. He wakes her up and she gently rubbed her eyes.

"You hungry?"

"Hmm." She moved away from him.

"Let's go for lunch."

He fixed his crumpled clothes and took his shades, wallet, and phone. He took her hand as they walk outside, she pulled her hand from him and fixed her hair as they walk and he put a hand on the small of her back as they went to his private elevator. She put her shades on as they walk outside and his driver came to pick them up.

They arrived on their reservation. They order their usual favorite Italian food and she's eating a lot and he never complains about how she eats. She got a very beautiful curve, a very satisfying breast bust that he always love to pillow on. He didn't mind if she gets a little fat.

"I have reservations on the famous bakery for our wedding cake." She only nodded. "So you want to have our dessert in the bakery or here?"

"Bakery. I don't want to mess up on my diet plans." He grinned at her and bit his lower lip. "Eating a lot in lunch is my plan. I won't have any snack later." She seemed to read his mind. "Choose whatever cake you wanted."

"I got a little surprise for our wedding. Don't worry my sweet." She rolled her eyes.

"What kind of surprise?" 

"Surprise supposed to be a secret. Don't ask further." He winked at her.

"Then why did you reveal that you have a surprise if you don't want me to ask?" She asked using her smart mouth. He chuckled and patted her head.

Instead of picking up by his driver, they walk in the city toward the bakery which is one meter away. He has an umbrella and held up for both of them. They look like a perfect couple walking on the roadside. Some admire them and some women gawk a lot at him and felt envy and insecure of her.

"Why didn't you take your mom with you for choosing a wedding gown?"

"I already know what she will say. I don't like any of them interfere."

"I will accompany you on anything else." He held her head and kissed her temple. "So now for cake and cater."

"I already contact my favorite chefs to cook." He nods.

They reach the bakery and it was cold inside. The smell of sweet delicacies makes her mouth watered. He wiped her sweat and she took it and wipe her sweat between her breasts. She gave it back to him and he put it in his pocket as the receptionist brought them to the guest room.

They pick their cake delicately—well, he was the one who picked it up not her. She doesn't like baked cakes, she loves ref cake especially mango graham which he always made for her when they have some misunderstanding. They started tasting cakes and she only took a little.

"Too sweet." He told.

"You choose." She said. He chose a cake after a few tastes. He even kissed her and licked the icing on her mouth.

"Photoshoot will be tomorrow." He reminded her.

"Should I strip my clothes while we are in bed?" She asked. He laughed.

"When we are alone—you can strip your clothes. But I always dream of stripping you off from your wedding gown." She wrapped her arms around his neck. It sounds serious.

"Sweetheart—there won't be any honeymoon." She said frankly. He smirked.

He escorted her to the parking lot of his building and open her Audi for her. He kisses her lips and he stayed more of kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him and they nearly make out in the parking lot and if it wasn't for his busy phone, he would make love to her there. But he didn't answer it until he finished kissing her.

"I'll be at your mansion to visit you and King."

"Okay." She said casually. He needed to understand that she let him kiss her because she's teasing her until he gets hard and it's her torture. 

"Drive safely and call me when you got home."

"I will."

He let her go and suddenly, he couldn't stop thinking of her as she drove her Audi. He went back to his office and tell his secretary to heat the coffee that she bought for him and he was drinking it when it suddenly spilled on his shirt. Then he stood and wiped it with the tissue. Then his phone started ringing. It was her and he answered it.

"Hey, baby, are you home?"

"Is this Mr. Zachary Pattinson?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Well, your fiancée is in the hospital."

"What hospital?"