No, My Last Name Isn't Kaiba (Seto Kaiba X Reader)

Six

Twenty-three voicemails?

That was a little excessive, even for Jade. But that was how many you found once you got back to the mansion after the banquet at the Princeton concert hall. You sighed and hit a button, starting the long chain.

"Hey, Y/n, it's Jade. Why did I say that? It'll tell you with caller ID. Anyway, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"Hi, Jade again. CALL ME."

"Y/n, I love you, but we shouldn't keep this big of a secret."

"Y/N! ANSWER YOUR PHONE!"

"ARE YOU REALLY ENGAGED TO SETO FREAKING KAIBA?!"

"I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU WERE SEEING HIM!"

"OMG IS THAT WHY HE DANCED WITH YOU?"

"Honey, I'm marching down to that mansion, because I know he lives in a mansion, and I'm strangling the information out of you if you don't respond."

There were a few more like the first couple, and a good amount with death threats on both you and Kaiba. You shut off your phone with a sigh as Seto walked into your- his- room.

"What's the trouble?" he asked, setting down a stack of paperwork on the desk.

"Jade left me twenty-three voicemails," you responded.

His brow furrowed, and he took a deep breath. "Voicemails. The true bane of my existence, other than my ever-victorious rival Yugi Muto."

"I hate 'em," you growled, deleting all of them. "I might need to call her."

"I might need to call the press and get this man fired," Seto said, holding out his phone. The screen displayed an article and a picture of Seto kissing your forehead.

Mr. Seto Kaiba arrived at the Princeton banquet last night with a young American woman on his arm. Early in the evening, he told a group of reporters outside of the concert hall that she was Y/n L/n, his fiancee. According to Mr. Kaiba, he had been making trips to America to court this young woman until he finally asked her to marry him. A picture of him and Miss L/n at her opening banquet for her college is provided. We simply cannot wait to see what kind of wedding these two will provide us.

You gritted your teeth, taking in the picture of you and Seto dancing on the night that he had first come to your school. "Damn reporters," you snapped, crossing your arms.

"There are a good thirty more articles just like that one, and more on the way," Seto said, laying his phone on the desk.

"You planned this!" you exclaimed. "Marrying you would tie us together and you'd forever keep me from going back to America. That keeps the contract from finalizing!"

Seto smirked. "I've bought myself some time, don't you think?"

You growled under your breath. "Fine. I will admit, you are a fantastic businessman. I'll let you have your little engagement, but I'll still find my way back to America."

He sat down on the opposite side of the bed. "Please, my dear, you should rest. It's been a very long day, and jet lag has likely not been kind to you."

"I refuse to sleep in the same bed as you," you growled.

"Fine. Sleep on the floor then."

To your credit, you tried.

Around midnight, you woke up with a sore back. "Son of a gun," you muttered, standing shakily and walking over to the bed, only to find that Seto had played you again.

He had casually flopped down right in the middle of the bed. No matter what side you laid down on, you would be curled up against him. You gritted your teeth and slowly sat down on the mattress.

"I knew you couldn't stay there long," Seto said, much to your surprise.

"Don't scare me like that!" you snapped. "I thought you were asleep."

"I am not, but the rest of the household is," he replied, sitting up and scooting over. "Come on. I don't bite."

With a sigh, you crawled under the covers and turned your back on him, trying to curl up and go to sleep.

Seto wasn't there.

Seto wasn't there.

Seto wasn-

"But, Mr. Kaiba, your next meeting starts in five minutes," you tried to say, backing up.

Seto caught your wrist, pinning it against his desk. "I'll make the most of the time I have, then."

His lips pressed against yours in a chaste kiss, the hand not pinning your wrist moving to cup the back of your waist. Your hands floated to his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft brown locks.

"Mr. Kaiba-"

"We're engaged, my dear. Feel free to call me Seto."

"Seto-"

You bolted up in bed, sweat trickling down your back. "What-"

"Go back to sleep. You'll be meeting your friend at the park in five hours, and you should sleep for three of those." Seto rolled onto his back, his sapphire eyes locking on your features. "And by the way, you forgot to take off your makeup last night."

"Crap!" you exclaimed, shooting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom, almost screaming at the sight of the smudged mascara and lipstick. If any of the staff saw you, they'd assume something different than forgetting to wash your face. Oh well. You were apparently engaged to the man.

A couple of makeup wipes from your bag later, you returned to the main room, finding Seto beginning to rifle through the closet.

"Hey, do me a favor, change in there," you told him, shutting the closet door. Seto mumbled a reply, and then was silent.

You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs. "Are you going to go to work?"

"If, by that, you mean leave you at the manor, then no. You're coming with me," he called back.

"I can handle myself!" you snapped, jumping to your feet.

Seto scoffed, then the door opened. "Can you hand me the white shirt I laid on the chair?" he asked.

"Get it yourself," you returned, then wished you hadn't. Seto walked out of the closet, completely shirtless. "And put it on, please," you added.

"Why? Neither of us have to leave for a couple of hours. Breakfast is in thirty minutes. Yes, it is. Don't give me the 'but you wanted me to to sleep for another three hours' look. And besides, you're still in your pajamas. I'd say we're pretty equal," he shot back. Nevertheless, he picked up his shirt and slid his arms through it. "In any case, I thought you would want me shirtless."

You turned a good five shades of red, glaring him down. "Just get dressed."

Seto moved so fast you could barely blink. Without warning, he was hovering over you. "Should I? I could just..." he moved his hand to the neckline of your nightgown slowly. "...put you on my level."

You gritted your teeth and swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me!" You wriggled back, pushing at him as he crawled toward you. "I agreed to pretend to be in a romantic relationship, nothing like this!"

Seto stopped immediately, sitting back on his feet. With a sigh, he buttoned up his shirt, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Let's go down early for breakfast, in that case."