Married to him; The arranged marriage

ut at the same time, he is the reason I'm in this mess; The forced marriage. The next morning, as usual, my alarm woke me up. I yawned as I stretched. Chris was still laying

idn't talk much, just him trying to engage me in some silly conversations, but I didn't care. "By the time I'm out of the bathroom, you better be done preparing" Chris had informed me before entering the bathroom. I was confused about what to wear. I wanted to avoid dressing too expensive yet, I would rather not look too simple. Why did I care too much over a silly date? "Uh, uh! That's where the red dress comes in" I mumbled to myself as I brought it out. My eyes glittered I'm admiration as I wondered how the hell I've never seen this dress before, or maybe it was because I rarely went out. I did a simple makeup and applied lip gloss and I grabbed a matching purse. A few minutes later, Chris came in with a messy hair and a wet body. He had the towel wrapped around his waist. My gaze traveled from his messy hair down to his wet body. At this point, I wondered if girls outside looked at him the way I'm looking at him right now and thought he was hot because damn he's fire! Our eyes met. I felt embarrassed. He looked like he was already reading through my thoughts. "You look beautiful" he complimented. I just buried my face downwards. The restaurant was peaceful and calm. It smelt expensive. I walked hand in hand with Chris while I endured all the stares. We ordered for different meals. I would randomly steal gazes at Chris while I watched him enjoy his dinner noiselessly. We didn't speak much, but we would randomly lock eyes. It was awkward! " What the heck?!" He exclaimed as soon as we got out of the restaurant. "What's going on?" I asked seemly, a bit concerned. He stared at his phone and back at me again. I was losing it at this point. I hate suspense. " Lucas's birthday is today. I can't believe I forgot!" He responded as he scratched the back of his head. I was confused as to who Lucas was. He noticed it and quickly added," He's my colleague at work". "I could still make it to his birthday, but can you get home yourself?" He asked. "Are you insane????" I responded almost in a panic. "It's late already. I'll come with you" I answered. His worried face beamed into a small smile, like I just said exactly what he wanted to hear. I got into the car and we drove off. The party was lively. Chris kept introducing me to his colleag