All Chapters of Arranged to Daddy: A Businessman: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 I haven’t had as much of a good time than I had last night in a very long time. We went to one of the most famous strip clubs in Zurich and danced, partied and consumed so much alcohol and gateway drugs that I can't remember the better half of the night. Everything after a particular sexy male stripper danced on my lap is a complete blur and I'm glad that I don’t remember anything because I know how I get when I'm drunk. I can't handle my alcohol and have never been able to ever since I started drinking. So I'm pretty certain I was dancing on strip poles last night or tossed my underwear into the wild crowd. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that happened. Back in my early twenties, I could go drinking first thing in the morning and an hour later I was in class or already able to walk around like nothing happened. But now that I'm in my thirties, the side effects of alcohol are a pain in the ass. One drink is enough to have

 "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Beverly sang as she strutted into my bedroom and rushed to Brinney instead of me and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I mean, and you," she said with a head tilt before a smile grew across her face and she came to hug me.  "How are you?" I asked her as she sat down on my bed and took off her high heels.  "I'm good," she said to me and then smiled at me, "but you're the one I should be worried about, your wedding's in a couple of weeks. I mean, what, you have two weeks left?"  "A little bit more than two weeks actually," I corrected her, as if that would help my case but I know damn well that's very little time.  "Hm," she placed her hand beneath her chin, "are you planning on striking any time soon because, now's the time?" She asked me and I bit my bottom lip and then nodded.  "Yes, I am. I just...I just n

 "Whe- where's the car?" I asked as we both stepped out of the restaurant and I looked around, not seeing the Bentley that had dropped Aebischer and I off. It was supposed to be right here at the door.  "Bloody hell," I heard Aebischer complain and I saw him from the corner of my eye as he took out his cell phone from his pocket and began typing on it before he put it to his ear.  I looked around, "and it's raining," I yelled over the rain, "tell them to get here quick!" I yelled a bit too loudly at Aebischer and he narrowed his eyes at me as he talked on the phone.  "Well, what did he say?" I asked him as he cut the call and he looked at me.  "That he has a flat tyre and he doesn't know how that happened," he said as he scrolled through his phone, "I'm calling the other drivers, they'll be here as soon as possible."  I looked at the downpour

 I'm a virgin, in every sense of the word. Perhaps the word untouched is more appropriate. My body has been free from any male touches, this excludes hugs from my father and brother but even with them I was very strict about being touched. I didn’t like to hold hands and I particularly didn’t appreciate anything more than a handshake from other males. At times I wouldn’t even shake their hands, I would just give a nod of acknowledgement because I felt that I didn’t owe any man anything. Except my father but he`s an asshole so my statement still stands.  I`ve always treated my body like a precious jewel that nobody had the privilege to ever get to hold. I carried myself with dignity and respect and that’s not to say that other females are not precious because all women are precious and deserve all the respect in the world.  The only man to have ever touched my body in any way was Aebischer.

 I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t much after that phone call. I smiled as the words that he told me echoed in my head and I didn’t know how to contain the happiness that I felt. The most important emotion right now was gratitude. Just the thought of how my life would’ve changed if I had been HIV positive terrified me. The uncertainty had been killing me and the thought of having HIV was spine chilling. Coming from a continent where this disease kills so many others, I know there's a stigma about those who have it and I feared to be a part of the many with this disease. Health is wealth and this just further probes me to be as careful as I can be.  I looked outside the window, watching us pull into the familiar driveway of Aebischer's home and a whole zoo was let out in my stomach. What now? After his confession what do I do? What do we do? I don’t love him, I know that much but I feel for him. I'm st