Chapter 5

Ariel:-

 It was 12:15 and I was already 15 minutes late for the meeting with my client at Rock Hard Cafe in New York all because of that idiot, Ian. I was praying to God that the client won't just cancel the deal. I entered the cafe and stopped by the receptionist. 

  "I am here to meet Mr. Matthew Anderson. Can you please guide me to the table?" I asked.

  "What's your name Miss?" The receptionist asked, smiling politely.

  "My name is Ariel Black." I replied, matching her sweet smile.

  "Oh yeah! This way ma'am." She said and guided me to the table where sat, Mr. Matthew Anderson. My client. He was in his early thirties and looking handsome in a designer three-piece business suit, but not as handsome as Ian. The man stands up and extends his hands towards me for a handshake.

  "Hello! I am Matthew Anderson, you must be the beautiful Ariel Black." He introduced himself while kissing my knuckles.

  "Yes, I am Ariel Black. So nice to meet you. How are you doing today Mr. Anderson?" I asked and settled down in my chair.

  "I am doing good and please call me Matthew or Matt whichever you are comfortable with, but please don't call me Mr. Anderson it makes me feel quite old." He said with a grin on his face, making me let out a chuckle and shake my head.

  "Ok, Mr. Ander...Ummm I mean Matthew." I said and began the meeting, the waitress came and took our orders and went away, while we went back to talk about business and ate our food after it arrived.

  "So, Ariel. Please don't mind me asking but are you single? Because I would really like to take a beautiful woman like you to dinner tonight or tomorrow or whenever it is suitable to you." He asked with a nervous smile on his face. Oh, God! I really didn't expect that.

  "I..I am so..sor…." I was about to reply when I was cut off by a very deep and familiar voice behind me and my heart started to beat ten times faster because I knew that voice and would recognize it anywhere. Not just the voice but the man who is the owner of this voice.

  "NO! she can't go with you because she is my fiance, so please if you are done with your business or your flirting with my woman, kindly get lost." Ian rudely said to my client, while I was sitting shocked and digesting the word "Fiance" because last time I checked I didn't accept the proposal so how can I be his Fiance.

  "Oh, I didn't know she was engaged as I didn't see a ring on her finger." Matthew said to Ian pointing at my finger and then at me.

  "We have the business deal, Ariel. Talk to my assistant if you have any queries, I will take my leave now." He politely said, while paying the bill and stood back on his feet to leave.

  "She will have the ring today. Don't worry about it because we recently got engaged right, Angel?" Ian asked, while addressing me with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face while I was trying to hold myself back from slapping on his face for behaving with my client like this.

  "Ummm ...yeah we recently got engaged, he proposed to me in front of the Statue of Liberty. Oh, trust you don't know how romantic it was without an engagement ring." I replied, sarcastically. Well, two can play the game, Ian. I tell him with my eyes. I was already so furious with him for barging into my meeting like this.

  "Oh don't worry Angel. we will buy your engagement ring today since I don't want any man stealing my woman and you know how possessive I am when it comes to my woman." Ian said while grinning from ear to ear to make my anger rise ten times more.

  "Oh okay, well Goodbye Ariel, it was nice to meet you." Matt said, shaking my hand.

  "Same here Mr....umm Matt." I said, he nodded at me and left. I turned towards Ian who was still standing there smirking and looking so, so handsome. Oh, how much I want to kiss his lips again, but I shook the thought from my mind because I was still furious with him for what he just did.

  "HOW DARE YOU BARGE INTO MY MEETING! MOST IMPORTANTLY, HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY CLIENT LIKE THAT! HOW THE FUCK AM I YOUR FIANCE BECAUSE I DIDN'T AGREE TO MARRY YOU?!!" I yelled at him, forgetting where I am with all the people staring at me. I am sorry but it's not my fault because this asshole just got on my nerves and made me lose control. I can tolerate anything, but when it comes to my work and business I just lose it every single time.

  "I won't apologize because technically you are my fiance. Did you forget our parents arranged our marriage? Come on, let's go outside so we can talk somewhere privately and, I am telling you for the first and last time that I don't like to be yelled at so you better learn to keep your voice low in front of me.” He said and being stubborn that I am, I refused to go with him.

  "No I am not going anywhere with you and I'm not your fiance because according to you I am your sister. You made it clear years ago and as for keeping my voice low then forget it because I will yell at you whenever I want to, so you better get used to it. I am not the teenage Ariel who followed and ran back to you like a love-sick puppy." I snapped, rolling my eyes and folding my arm over my chest angrily.

  "Don't you know we are past that sister matter thing after this morning? The passionate kiss we shared this morning is proof of it because that wasn't a sisterly thing, that was the lover thing and I plan to do so many more things than a lover does to his woman's body." Ian said and I blushed at his words, remembering that kiss.

  "And you are coming with me now. It's up to you whether you wanna go the easy way or do you wanna go the hard way." He replied with a wicked smirk on his face.

  "Like I said I. AM. NOT. GOING. ANYWHERE. WITH. YOU." I said with gritted teeth, emphasizing the words clearly while staring into his green pools of eyes.  

  "So the hard way it is then, I should have remembered you were stubborn since childhood." Ian said and with that he leaned down, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. One second I was standing on the ground and another second I was on his shoulders. Oh, not just his shoulder, but broad muscular shoulders. I began punching his back, throwing a tantrum like a little girl.

  "PUT ME DOWN! I SAID PUT ME DOWN!!" I yelled and in return, I got a smack on my ass making me still  thinking did he just spanked me in front of all these people.

  "Did you just spanked me?" I asked him in pure anger.

  "Yeah, I did and I did ask you to come with me the easy way, but being stubborn that you are you refused, so that's why the hard way for you and one more thing I am planning to do much more than just spanking after I have you all to myself and it considers you naked on my bed and me on top of you with my cock buried deep inside of your tight pussy." He replied, heading out of the cafe and by this time my cheeks have become crimson red. He put me down on the pavement and opened the passenger door of his black Ashton Martin. He told me to get in, but I denied, making him pinch his nose.

  "Such a hard woman you have become, Ariel. If you don't place your ass down on the passenger seat then I will kiss these pink, full soft lips right here in front of everyone and I am not bluffing, so either you get in the car or I kiss you because God knows how much I enjoy doing that." Ian said and I blushed, which I am doing a lot today and got inside the car quietly. I settled on the passenger seat and after shutting my door Ian went to the driver's side and roared the engine to life. He drove to God knows where and we sat in the car quietly neither of us emitting a single word. After 10 minutes of the ride, we reached Tiffany & Co and oh no, this man was not kidding because he really is gonna buy the ring for me.

  "Why are you so obsessed with buying me a ring and marrying me, when I know you don't have feelings for me? WHY? And, I also know very well that you don't want to marry me unless you have got something else going inside of your mind, Ian. I know you very well so tell me the truth. The real reason for agreeing to marry me." I asked sternly. Ian sighed and took a deep breath then began to speak.

  "Okay, you really wanna know? Then, Fine, I want to marry you because of my fortune and company. If I don't marry you, my whole fortune and company will be transfer over to my filthy cousin and I don't want that because I am the rightful owner of it, not that loser and deep down I know that you still have feelings or maybe love for me that's why you will agree to marry me. With this wedding we both will get what we want. I will get to have my fortune and the company and you will get to have me. So, it's a win-win offer and trust me I will fulfill the husband's duty and you will get a million dollars from me. So, what do you say? Now you know everything. What's your decision?" Ian asked and I sat there dumbfounded, not believing that this is the same Ian I knew years ago because that Ian will not talk like that and be this selfish.

  "First of all just so you know you just won the award of the world's biggest asshole at the moment. How do you know that I still love you? You think I want your money, in that case Ian Sinclair you are wrong, I don't want a single penny from you. FYI I am already a successful woman and I have got my own money. I don't need yours, I am not like the other women or gold diggers out there who rely on men to fulfill their demands. I hate you." I snapped. I don't know why, but I have a feeling that the Ian I knew back then is buried somewhere deep inside of him.

He just has built some thick walls around him to prevent anyone from entering inside. I vow to myself that I will bring the old loving Ian back because I love this asshole very much, no matter how he is and I surely believe that after marrying me, he will change and will fall for me one day and when that day comes he will be head over heels in love with me.

 "I agree to marry you, you know why because I love you. I loved you in the past. I love you now and I will always love you. Not just that I will bring the Ian that is hiding between those walls that you have created. Now, come on let's get the ring." I said, stepping out of the car leaving Ian sitting frozen in his driver seat of the car.