Chapter 02

Kenji is still dreaming about buying himself the latest sport car released yesterday, when he feels his whole body getting shaken. He groans, his hand moving to take a pillow and covered his face from the sun.

"Oh come on, Kenji! Open those damn eyes and leave!" He hears her, he even feel her kicking him at the butt. "You said you have a meeting with your parents at 2 PM it's 1: 30 in the afternoon!"

That made him open his eyes, groaning as he sits up. Damn it! He almost forgot. When he shifted his gaze, he smirked seeing Andrea with only a shirt on. 

"I can do you in eight minutes," he said with his husky voice, throwing those perverted gazes at Andrea. He saw her bite her lower lip, taking off the shirt while she approach him.

The meeting place was at the Maledict's grand mansion, the guests lounge. Kenji hurried there, almost running as he glances at his wrist watch. Damn it! His parents are going to kill him for being late for ten minutes. If Andrea didn't beg to suck his dick, he would not be damn late.

At the entrance door, he fixed his hair really quick and then he reached for the door, turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. Inside he saw two other people, which made him pause thinking he might have missed the meeting.

"Uh...  I apologize, I--" he stops when he saw his father signaled him to come in. So, he closed the door behind him.

Kenji was then introduced by his parents to Mr. and Mrs. Grimroe and he gladly shake their hands. He was then asked questions and he explained himself, of course lying to them. And when his father told him to go to the other room, he nodded. 

Just as he had his hand on the doorknob to the other room, he hears them talk about marriage, making him sigh. He was not surprised about it, although it still piss him off, he has to accept it. Being a Maledict, he knows exactly what was coming his way. And a marriage-- an arranged marriage was to be expected. In fact, his parents already told him about the deal, the things he will be getting when he agrees.

And he knows, inside this room is the lady he will be marrying. Lucky girl to be marrying me, he thought, opening the door, entering and closing it behind him. 

Kenji was hoping to see someone sexy, someone wearing a full game face on, wearing a red lipstick, someone wearing a revealing dress but instead, he has got an ordinary girl wearing an old fashion knee length dress. She looks good on it with her body type but it's just not what he was expecting.

"Stop gawking, stupid! You're intimidating me."

It taken him aback. The lady put down the magazine she was reading and then glares at him with those killer eyes of her that made him gulp. Somehow those eyes were so damn familiar to him. He just kind of forgot where he saw those eyes.

Kenji looks away, taking the seat in front of the lady. He leaned forward, both his elbows rested on his lap, speculating the lady more.

"So what's your name? You know why you are here, right?"

"Business," she uttered, bringing her other leg on top of the other. Then she leans to the armchair, her elbow rested there while her chin is resting on her palm. "You should back out."

 "Why the hell would I?" 

The lady shifted her gaze at him. Damn it! Those eye really look like she would stab him a lot of times in his sleep, take his internal organs and cook 'em.

"Because we don't like each other and you kind of have options."

"Options? What does that mean?"

"You are a guy. You can defy your parents, it's given. And I bet you have a loving girlfriend. You must fight for her."

That made him damn laugh. What the hell is this girl talking about? Yeah he can always say no to his parents but the things that he wants are being presented in front of him. He can't miss the opportunity.

"Look, I don't care about marriage nor being married to you. All I want are the things that I am getting," he said, giving a lopsided grin. "You can back out if you want but let me tell you this, marriage is nothing. It's just a word. And you might change your last name into mine but who cares about that?"

"I believe in holy matrimony," she muttered, her eyes sparkling.

Honestly, he feels a little pity towards the girl but what can he do? He needs this marriage thingy to get what he wants. 

"That's too bad. You were born in the wrong darn family."

"If neither of us is backing out then let us make a deal for ourselves," she stated. When Kenji looked at her eyes, the waters were gone. Instead, he saw a burning fire in her green eyes, like the a****n burning. "You and me, when we get married, let's mind our own businesses."

"Your attitude suddenly changed," he scoffed, letting his back touch the back rest of the chair. "What if I was dying, we still can't care?"

"Oh, I'd like to be widowed."

Kenji sobs a laugh. Oh shit! It didn't come to him that his bride would have this kind of attitude. He was hoping she was rather friendly or sweet. But this in front of him, throwing death glares at him, this girl wants him dead. 

"Well, let's just wait what they'll decide on. Let's hope we don't get married right away."

"Oh I hope you have an accident before that." She plastered an unapologetic smile which made him grit his teeth, looking at her with narrowed eyes. 

"I admire your sense of hope and for my misfortune," he scoffs. "I bet if you were given the choice to shoot me, you will, huh?"

"Of course I will. But remember this," she hissed, raising one corner of her mouth while leaning a little forward. "You can never ever bring me to back out. You will back out!"

"Are you challenging me?"

"Oh yes I am, Mr. Maledict."

"Well then, let's see what happens, soon to be my Mrs. Maledict."

When he said that, he sees her nose flaring. Looks like he is going to have fun teasing his darn fiancee. Oh this is going to be fun, he thought.

"I am not yours!"

Just as she yells that, the door opened and both their head turned that way. Kenji smiled at his personal assistant, the one and only Carter. 

"Young master, milady, you have been asked for."

Kenji throws an evil smirk at the lady as he stands up. He offered a hand but she just throw his hand a dirty stare, stomping her sneakers as she makes her way out. It made him smile.