Why will I chase her?

STEFAN'S POV 

 I had never met someone like that strange girl who was staring at me, for her to stare at me like that, I knew that she despised my career. Many people does, yet they still watch me

 Honestly, I also despise this career most times, but dad always tells him that I can't quit. I always tried to ask if there was a strange reason why I shouldn't quit but none of my parents replied to me.

 I stared at the lady's back frame, and I knew that she was distinct from all the ladies I had met in the past. Was it her look or the way she carried herself? I couldn't place a finger on it.

 George suddenly pulled my hand and began to pull me away from the demanding fans before dragging me to our private room. This club was owned by George and it had become where we typically lounged during our free time. "If I didn't pull you away from there, you could do this all day, Stefan." He scolded but I ignored him and sat down.

 I poured myself a liquor and downed it quickly.

"What's up? Low mood?" George patted my shoulder to comfort me. "How are you coping with Mirabel's death?" He asked with concern.

 I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink.

"Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I don't want to get married." I snorted angrily. "I wondered if the girl would want to get married to a porn star though?" My eyes lit up with that word but George was quick to diffuse my happiness.

 George stared at me angrily, "What is wrong with being a porn star? The real deal is, what if she's one of those crazy fans of yours, think about it?" He nudges me, which makes mine and Owen's expression change into a horrified one.

"Damn. That will be worse because she'll probably cling to me all day. The worst thing is I have already accepted it." I said and began to blame himself for being rash. Had I known I would have asked mom about the girl. 

"You have accepted her already?" George and Owen yelled at the same time. Their voices were filled with astonishment.

"Congratulations, dear friend." Owen grinned while patting my shoulder which made me give him a glare which he ignored.

"At least let us check her out, who is the girl the famous Stefan is getting married to? Is she beautiful?" Owen nudged me with shiny eyes. This womanizer!

"The daughter of Mr. Johnson of DeJon Company as I heard," I replied in a bored voice only for George and Owen to stare at me with disbelief.

"You are getting married to Mabel, that brilliant graduate that had severally appeared on the TV?" They stared at me with envy and awe. "Oh damn! your mum really finds a good girl for you."

 George quickly picked up his phone and I had an inkling that he was about to search for that Mabel girl, "Look at her, she is very beautiful." He said but I ignored him, which made him throw his phone on my lap, "Take a look at your future wife." He said with a grin.

"She is not my wife. I won't touch her and I won't relate to her. I don't want to get married, but my mom had to use force to get me to do so, so I planned to make her life a living hell." I retorted but still I took the phone that was on my lap.

 I frowned upon seeing the pictures. "Wait, this was that girl?" I said while scrolling through the search results. The strange girl who glared at me arrogantly earlier was Mabel?

 "You met her already?" Owen and George grinned while waiting for my reply.

"Hm," I replied and threw the phone back to George nonchalantly. "When I was signing an autograph earlier, she passed by and glared at me. I had a feeling that she doesn't like porn stars." I replied.

"Huh. Perhaps she's angry that she's settling with you. It seems she won't chase you; you'll be the one to chase after her." George commented. 

"Who are you kidding? Why will I chase her? I don't even like her." I scoffed angrily. I don't even want to deal with love. Why would I chase after someone that arrogant like her?

Knock knock

 We haven't ordered anything or some sort which made us turn to look at each other with confusion. "Come in." Owen said and soon the door was opened 

George and Owen gasped and pulled my wrist with a grin on their face upon seeing the girls that came in.

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MABEL'S POV 

"Why did you have me visiting the club?" I asked Natasha coldly. I waved to my other friends before I sat down at a seat closer to Natasha. 

"To have fun or what's the point?" Sandra, another friend of mine replied, which made me roll my eyes.

"Who the hell wants to have fun when my life is currently in a mess?" I grumbled to my friend's hearing.

"What do you mean? What's happening? Is it still the company issue?" They all quirked up their ears waiting for nothing but gossip.

 I picked up a glass of non-alcoholic red wine and downed it, "My dad suddenly wants me to get married to a pornstar. Imagine, Stefan the famous pornstar. Apparently, we have been betrothed ever since we were both young because our parents are friends with each other. What should I do? I feel like a bad person for rejecting my parents but I don't want to marry him." I complained while ruffling my hair.

"Why can't you? He is a human and he has feelings also. Many girls will be dying to have him. And I'm also among them." Sandra replied with a grin.

 "Shut up. I don't need to hear this." I rolled my eyes upon hearing Sandra's words.

 Sandra moved closer to me, "What did you hate about him? That you're getting married to him or that he's a pornstar?" She asked.

 "Both," I replied blandly.

"But being a pornstar is his career. If it's something he enjoys, why should you complain about it?" Natasha asked which made me frown.

"But his naked body is on many social media. He may have been in contact with many sexual diseases after so much sex, how can I get married to someone like that, I'd rather die. And you know that I also hated sharing my man." I uttered.

 Natasha suddenly pulled me by the wrist. "Come with me." She demanded

"What?" I furrowed my brows in confusion while wondering what she was up to.

"I heard the famous Stefan is in a private room. Let's go and clarify with him." Natasha said which made my eyes widen in disbelief. I can't believe she wanted me to talk to that pornstar, for what?

 I quickly tried to pull my hand away but Natasha's hold was firm which made me unable to do so  "Are you crazy? Why will I talk to him?"

"Because it seems like you can't get rid of this marriage so let's clarify your wants and not. And maybe I can also get a dreamy boyfriend. He has hot friends, I heard. Maybe I could catch the eyes of one of them." Natasha replied with a dreamy look that made my lips parted in disbelief.