All Chapters of Married To My Rival.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As soon as I entered the room, the manager greeted me and Celine. At least someone in the room is warm. She showed me the seat next to Adam. Ugh, should I sit next to him? I hate doing this.But we can't do anything that makes things obvious, so I thanked her and sat next to that arrogant, reluctantly. That's when I observed that we both wore matching colored clothes. What an unlucky person am I. I have to choose the red color out of all the colors in my wardrobe, I sighed internally.The manager told me that this arrogant waited for me. Well, he at least knows how to act like a gentleman in front of others. I turned towards him and smiled....... so that he won't feel bad.The manager started her work.I really hate this guy, if I was in a room with a psychopath and this cold bastard and I was given a gun with two bullets, I swear I would shoot this bastard twice. When the manager asked about the theme this bastard replied coldly and rudely. The manag

I woke up the next morning with the nightmare of him kissing me. Ugh, why am I getting these nightmares again and again? I said while sitting back on the seat. I checked my phone and there were notifications from the wedding agency. I didn't check my phone before going to bed, they must have sent it at that time.I checked the notifications and they sent different locations with lake view. They were all beautiful. I was checking the locations when I heard a groan from beside."What are you doing early in the morning?" Celine asked still with a sleepy voice while sitting back on the bed."The wedding agency sent the locations for a wedding, last night. They are amazing, here have a look." I said while giving the phone to Celine. She took my phone with one hand and was rubbing her eye with the other. She shook her head and checked the locations."All are good. What will you choose?" Celine said while giving my phone back.

"That doesn't change the fact that we kissed." He said while brushing his cheek on mine slightly. He brought his lips to mine beside my ear slowly. "I still love you, Adam." He whispered beside my ear and kissed my ear lobe slowly and gently. My mind wasn't in its right state and his actions are making it even worse. He slowly left my ear and brought his face to mine making our nose tips touch each other. He tilted his head sideways and gave a smile before his lips pressed onto mine. He started kissing me slowly and gently, while his hands were roaming and gripping the back of my head. My mind went blank and couldn't process the whole situation. His kiss soon turned into an intense one and he started sucking my lips keeping his full focus and determination. I didn't know why but I started kissing him back, pulling him closer towards me. I was kissing him back on the same force and way he's kissing me. We both were devouring into and that's when my

The manager showed us the different styles and seeing them made me realize how sorry I am for the 'Man' kind. They literally have dress styles on finger count, unlike women. We, women, have too many different styles for dresses. So many that if a girl starts wearing one new dress every day not repeating the dress she wore till her death, there will still be plenty of dresses left. I looked at Adam with a small smile before passing an annoying comment."Hon, I feel pity for you," I said giving a pity look to him."Why may I ask?" He replied in a sweet yet respectable way. I wish he spoke like this even when we were alone. Such an asshole."Because you Men have only specified styles of dresses, unlike us," I said with a dramatic hair flip like in sitcoms or dramas.Before Adam could answer the manager spoke first."Yes, mam. And we have all the collections, from traditional to modern." She said with a proud smile.

The manager gave started showing different styles and this arrogant idiot was checking my wedding outfit. I mean does that even make sense?. I pity her IQ. And like I have pitied her IQ, she pitied the whole males, saying we are unlucky to have such a short number of styles. Well, I guess it benefits us, we get ready in no time, unlike these ladies. They take forever to get ready. At least one hour just to choose the dress. Another hour to get dressed, and another hour or two for those pathetic plastic coatings they call as make-ups. Gosh, once you see a girl without make-up you never want to see that face again. No wonder why this arrogant always comes late. Before I can speak sarcastically, the manager spoke first and this idiot made said things to satisfy their filthy brains. She sure knows how to do things at this market. I gave a pissed-off look and shook my head. She started looking at the book and seemed to be so interested in the book. Is