Arranged - Katy Wong (fun books to read for adults TXT) 📗

before. But I was too busy fighting with him that I didn't care.
"You jealous bastard. I don't even know why all of the girls like you. You know nothing but to buy girl's heart with your money." I said, coldly.
"I can't believe that I'm mate with a heartless, selfish bitch like you. It makes me regret my life." he said and left the room before saying anything.
I can't believe that I mate to a heartless, selfish bitch like you. It makes me regret my life. . . It makes me regret my life. . . It makes me regret my life.

Those words repeated in my mind and my heart felt like it was being stabbed and twisted everytime my mind repeats it.
Before I knew it, one of my tears fell.
I spent all night in bed, crying until I feel like no more tears could come out.
That cold and empty atmosphere in the room, knowing that Jason is not in the room sleeping. That whole night he didn't ever enter to the room.

One part of me wants to run into Jason's arms and apologize for everything I said.
But another part of me tells me that I was right and that he was being an asshole.

Am I In . . . Love?

 

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"Vanessa . . ."

I didn't move, I didn't care, all I know was that I didn't want to be woken up.

"Vanessa?!" the voice whispered - shouted in my ear.

I groaned.

"Wake up!"

I threw my arm at the voice, but it didn't go away.

"I said, wake up!" the voice said, "Before I make you get up."

I groaned again.

"Fine," she said.

Instantly I shoot up and just as I did, a bucket of cold water was dumped on me.

I squeaked.

I shivered, grabbing my blanket, wiping my eyes, but realize it was wet too.

I wiped my eyes with my bare hand and pushed back my hair.

Valerie.

"Oh, you are so fired after this!" I said, making my hands into a fist.

"No if I get you ready." Valerie said, pulling me out of bed, "We are shopping today for the Night of Engagement Party."

I groaned and followed her to the bathroom.

Everything was prepared already.

"Do you really have to doll me up, just for shopping?" I asked, scratching my head.

"Yes! You have to look perfect everytime! 24/7!" Valerie said.

I got into the bathtub and Beth started messaging, Vicky started putting facial cream on my face and Valerie started setting up the make - up kit.

I groaned.

"Beauty has to be perfection," Valerie continues, adjusting the make - ups.

I rolled my eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So how is everything going?" Sunny asked.

"You mean Jason?" I whispered, feeling my stomach tighten.

She nodded.

I shrugged.

"What is that suppose to mean?" Beth asked, shrugging just like me.

"It means I don't really know if you could call our relationship good or bad." I said.

"Are you kidding me, girl?" Valerie asked, turning around to face me and crossed her arm.

"What?!" I frowned.

Valerie sighed, rolling her eyes. "You were SOOOO close to be falling for him."

Vicky sighed and groaned.

"Really?!"

She started squeezing my muscle harder.

"Ouch! That hurts." I winced.

"You were so close!" Valerie exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, "And now you messed it all up!"

I sunk a little lower in the bathtub.

Valerie sighed and hopped onto the sink table.

I sat up, "Hey, wait, how did you guys knew I was falling for him?"

I flushed, but I was glad that the facial cream is covering my face.

"It's pretty obvious. And also, it's pretty obvious you guys kissed." Sunny said.

Beth chuckled and continued messaging.

"Hey! You were spying!" I exclaimed, flushing more.

"No, but rumor goes around very quickly." Sunny said.

I sighed, sinking lower into the bubbled bathtub.

"Oh, come on, we need to hurry up." Vicky said.

"Do I have to?" I said, twisting my aching feet from a 4 - inch high heel, and shoving the Louis Vuitton Neverfull GM bag back to Sunny.

"Yes!" she said, pushing the bag back to my hand, "It 100% matches your dress!"

"No, please, I lose bag so easily." I said, trying to come up with a good excuse.

"No, its ok, we can always order more. It's almost like it's for free." Sunny said, smiling.

I sighed, "But this bag is super expensive, I can't afford to lose it."

"Ok, than take very good care of it." Sunny said, pushing me to the door with the bag in my hand.

"Fine, if I take the bag, I have to the change shoes." I said, trying to make a deal.

"No, now let's go. We are almost late." Sunny said, leading me down the steps and to the front door.

The door was opened and surprisingly, the sun was out, strong.

I squeezed my hands together with my bag between my wrist and my elbow.

I pray, I pray, please don't let Jason be there! I really don't want to see him right now!! I said, rubbing my thumb with my index finger.

Grow up and be tough women! You have to apologize and I can't believe you guys are fighting 2 days before the Night of Engagement! Layla scold.

I sighed and frowned at myself.

But . . . I am really sorry . . . and I feel scared, what is going to say to me? I thought, walking slower.

Just apologize to him and he is going to forgive you Layla said.

But - . . .

"Vanessa, honey, looking beautiful today and, god, do I love that bag!" Maria exclaimed, throwing herself at me.
I just stood there awkwardly, blinking at her.

Sunny disappeared.

Great!

"We're going to have a wonderful time shopping! We are going to find you the picture - prefect dress." Maria said, linking her arm into mine and dragging me towards the front door.

I crossed my fingers.

Don't let him be there!

Oh. My. God. We just agreed that you would apologize!

I'm sorry, but I am really not ready and I am really scared

Than when you are going to apologize to him?

I don't know, but next time? I questioned myself.

It's not that bad, just apologize and it will be the end of it

I breathed in deeply and held my head up high, while my heart is pounding 100 mph.

"Oh, Vanessa, I almost forgot!" Maria exclaimed, laughing at herself.

We stepped out the house and the breath that I realized I've been holding was let out.

He's not here I thought, feeling my heart slow down a little bit.

I gulped.

Just my luck today!

But I felt more terrible about how happy I felt when I didn't see him. I knew I should have run back to him and apologize for what I said.

I looked back at the house and he wasn't coming down the steps; he was nowhere in sight.

"I decided that the day after the Night of Engagement, you and Jason, are going to take your wedding pictures!" Maria exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight.

I looked around some more.

He wasn't outside the house, either.

"So, what do you think about it?" Maria asked, eyes widened, impatient to hear my answer.

I nodded, half - heartedly.

The door men opened the car door and I looked inside.

He isn't there.

I got inside, feeling my heart sink a little and relieve washed over me.

"Oh, I knew you were going to agree to it!" Maria said, getting in.

I nodded, not really caring about what she is saying.

"Oh, just don't worry, I got everything ready. The dress . . . the photographer . . . the make - up artist . . . the hair - dos . . . EVERYTHING!!"

I nodded.

She continued on and on about the wedding.

Maybe, he is at the mall waiting for us I thought.

And this time, you are no allowed to chicken out

I sighed, Ok, I got it

What are you going to say to him?

Umm, hi, Jason, I just - no, this makes it sound like he is a stranger. Look, Jason, about - no, I can't speak like that. Jason, I have something to tell you - no, it sounds like I am a mother. Ummm, I am sorry Jason - no, it's too straight forward. I -

Make up your mind!

I sighed, Why so stringy?

Am not!!!! You're just taking forever!

Well, than, why don't you find something for me to say, than???

Fine . . . you could say . . . Jason, I am sorry for what I said yesterday. I was just very mad and I don't want you to be mad at me . . . And I don't want you to have a misunderstanding too. What really happened that night was that - it was all an accident -

Hell no, I am not saying that. It sounds weird and that is so not me, if I say it

Than, what are we going to do?

I don't know and it make it sound like it was entirely my fault!

Well, it was mostly your fault

My jaws dropped.

I can't believe you are also going against me! I thought we were on the same boat! And it wasn't all my fault, ok?! I tried to explain to him about what happen and all of the sudden, he was mad at me. He's just f*cking piss for no reason and it's too bad, he has a f*cking temper! And also, I didn't say anything wrong. He was the one that said, 'You make me regret living'! And why should I be apologizing when he is just sitting around relaxing? I told a deep breath from my long rant.

Than there was silent. Layla wasn't talking back.

I realize that the limo slowly came to a halt.

"Are you ready?" Maria asked, "This is the best mall in the world - it sells all real designers."

I nodded.

The driver quickly ran out and opens the door for us.

Maria and I got out.

I notice that we were the only car in the parking lot.

Strange.

We walked through the double, glass, front door.

"I haven't been here for a century!" Maria said.

I looked around; there was nobody, but us.

"Mrs. Cohe - I mean Maria?" I asked her.

"Yes, darling." she said, grinning.

"Are we the only person in the mall?" I asked, looking around.

Maria continued walking.

"Yes, I told everyone to evaluate this mall at once, so we could have the mall all to ourselves. Isn't it better like this? There's no fighting and no people taking the item that you got your eyes on. I just love it like this." Maria said.

"I know, but where is . . . Jason?" I whispered, as we got on to the golden escalator. As we got higher above the lobby, I notice how big the mall really was and that there is not a single human being - or wolf being - , except for us.

"Oh, he can't come. He came home this morning . . . He was drinking." Maria whispered.

"Drinking?" I asked, my heart and stomach muscle clutched.

"Yeah . . . and he said something really . . . strange?" Maria said, questioning herself. She looked at me with here electrical blue eye.

We got off the escalator.

I swallowed, "What did he say?"

"I don't know . . . he said that he was really . . . sorry." Maria said.

My throat felt dry.

"About what?"

"I don't know. I didn't really understand what he was saying."

"Did he say anything else?" I asked, as we entered a jewelry store.

"How many we help you, Mrs. Cohen?" a lady from the jewelry store asked.

Maria waved her hand to dismiss her.

She