Chapter 2

Ken’s POV

The sudden scream woke me up. The bitch has one hell of a lung. Who the hell was she? She looked up at me with innocent eyes. She was in one of my shirts and was in my bed! Who the hell is she? Did I bring home one of the whores? I had always been careful with that.

The party yesterday was already too much for me, and now I have to wake up with this.

“Who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?” I snapped at her.

She looked angry for a second there. Who dared? She was about to open her mouth to say something apart from her nasty screams when the door opened, and the person who walked in was no other than my grandmother. I know she loves me, but to say she wants to marry me off to the next available female was alarming.

This was bad. Grandma took a look at the half-naked female and turned to me. “You are getting married this time around; you are not escaping it.”

I rolled my eyes and reached for a shirt to put on. “What?”

“I am not getting married to her, grandmother,” I told her.

“Enough of your games.”

“Excuse me,” the little voice said, and we turned our attention to her. She went red when my eyes traced down to her open chest. She quickly grabbed the shirt and buttoned up; she got up from the floor. “What is going on?”

You must be kidding me, I thought as I ran my hands through my messed-up hair. Was this one of grandmother’s tricks? “You are getting married, Ken, and that is final,” Grandma said.

“To who exactly? I don’t even know her, grandma,” I said, pointing to the lady.

“Why is she naked in your bed, then?”

I had no response to that, so I turned to the lady to see if she could supply a response to that. But she looked so lost. “There must be a misunderstanding somewhere.”

“I… I came for the… party,” the lady said.

That explains how a stranger had access to my room, but did she get in my bed? If she was sleepy, she could have left the party for her home or a hotel. Why my room? I turned to grandma. “She is about leaving,” I informed my grandmother, getting out of bed. Thank goodness I was still wearing my briefs, but that was not a reassurance that nothing happened last night.

‘But Ken,” Grandma started.

"No, Grandmother! I won't do it. This is ridiculous. I won't marry someone I barely know just because it's convenient for you! I don't even know her name,” I protested and turned to the lady, “She must have thought this was the guest room, right?” I asked, throwing a glare at the red hair bitch.

She nodded and quickly went around the room, gathered her belongings. “No marriage is taking place; I will choose a suitable bride for myself, not a whore,” I said, looking over at my Grandmother.

She gave me a stern look. “If such is to happen again, you won’t be getting out of it easily, young man,” she warned me in her no-joking voice, and I knew she meant what she had said. She looked at the lady, shook her head, and left the room. I turned my attention to the lady; she had the guts to look pissed off at me.

“What?” I barked at her.

“A whore? I hope you are not referring to me. I had no idea what happened. It was a mistake, but that does not give you the right to call me a whore,” she said.

“Just leave my room; the bathroom is that way,” I said, not up for an argument early in the morning. I pointed to the bathroom. She glared at me but left for the bathroom. I heard the water rush; minutes later, she came out in her white-like dress. Why claim she was not one when she is dressed like that?

“I hope you can find your way out,” I asked her.

She frowned. “I…” She locked her lips; seems like she was ashamed to say what she was about to. “I won’t mind cab money,” she said.

I stared at her. Come to think of it, she was a beauty. She looks so real. She cleared her throat, and I walked to where my wallet lay. I gave her some bills; she shook her head and only took what she wanted.

“I’m not a whore, and I hope we don’t meet again,” she said, turned on her heels, and walked away with her shoulders raised up. I found myself smiling at that. So cute. I wanted her but not the marrying type. It was useless to go back to bed again, so I went to take my shower. I could have an early start with my day.

I had to be careful. Grandma has eyes everywhere. She was still involved with the family business, though I am in charge. She still has the final say. It would be better not to fall out of favor with her as my stepbrother had.

As the legitimate son of the family, I was made to lead the company, and I had Ethan in the palm of my hand, to do my bidding. He was the one who has carried the shame of being the illegitimate son. And also, the secret only I knew of, Ethan’s dirty little secret. My phone rang, and I picked it up. “Yes?” I listened.

“I told you we were done, Sydney.” The shriek from the line was loud. I guess I forgot her name. “Babe, it’s over. Don’t call me again, will you?” I hung up before she would destroy my eardrums. What’s with ladies and screaming? I wondered as I made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the day. My thoughts went back to the lady that just left. I didn’t even ask for her name, I remembered. Red hairs like her would probably be called Ginger.

“Soulless Ginger.”