Arranged Marriage

CHAPTER ONE PROLOGUE

S U M M E R P O V

Forced into marrying a guy I have absolutely no interest in, no attraction, not even a flutter in my heart or stomach. A guy who thinks he's god's gift to all women, and an ego the size of his cock. Yes, his cock is in more pussy than in his trousers. Scott Delanti, twenty-one wealthy only through his parents, the biggest show-off, thrives on attention when any woman is willing to give herself to him. 

This is a guy who doesn't care we are married, but then it all changed. Oh, yes, the game-changer. Well, I should start at the beginning just to bring you up to my present day. Promise I will not bore you with all the details. Just a quick look back.

FOUR MONTHS PREVIOUS 

Seated at my parent's table, glancing over the paper while eating breakfast, minding my own business to what my parents are talking about until hearing them say they needed to use my college fund. Mouth wide open, side glanced at my parents while they discussed how they would save their small business. My mother was in tears, my father consoling her. 

Shake my head, upset I couldn't help them. Working all hours since I left school, just to give them what I could. Even my college fund is not enough, but it would help them scrape by for a few months. Placed the paper on the table to stand, look at them, they stared at me with sadness. "Sorry baby, we have no other choice." Put a smile on my lips step closer, giving them both a hug.

"It is fine. College will still be there next year." A little gutted that I wouldn't be going, and I'll be watching my friends leave, leaving me behind. I needed to help my parents. Trying to find a way to save the florist shop, which one day will be mine, is what I have to do. 

Take a deep breath, step outside the door to sit on the step of the porch. I clasped my fingers, thinking about how my parents have always been there for me. Now it's my turn to be there for them. My mind was going over everything they had said. A bank loan would be an option, but how would we pay it back if the business is struggling? My father steps out from the door to sit beside me, nudging my shoulder.

"Summer, I know it's a lot to ask. Using your College Fund, we just don't see how else we can save the business." My father's tone is sorrowful, and puts his arm around me. "You could go to college next year when business picks up." Glance up from my hands, smiling at him hiding my disappointment, he kisses the top of my head and strides over to the shed. Breathing aloud, not sure if College will ever come for me. Stand to step into the kitchen to grab the car keys, leave for town to see the bank manager.

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Drive into town, which is a city, but we all call it town. Park up, pull my T-shirt straight and enter the bank. Step towards the desk to make an appointment to see the manager, when Scott Delanti turns steps right into me, pushing me into the desk. He stops, glances at me, shakes his head. "Watch what you're doing." His words are full of hate.

"You're the one who stepped into me." Pointing my finger at him. He smirks, steps back, whispering to a guy stood beside him. Shake my head and step around him when he steps back in front of me. This is a guy who thinks every girl will fall at his feet, but he didn't like it when I stepped away from him, not giving him the satisfaction of my time.

He wanted me to feed his ego, to throw myself at him. He makes me laugh. That was the first actual conversation we had, plus the bank could not help me. Three days later, I'm at a friend's party celebrating with a few others before they leave for College. We're all sitting on the beach having a laugh, daring each other. Sitting with Travis, who was my on-off boyfriend at the time, cuddling into him while his hands are under my shirt, squeezing my tits.