Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress

         Allona stared at herself in the mirror and then to the full-face photo of Andromeda pinned on the mirror. She stared at her nose which is perfectly shaped like Andromeda's. It's only a little work since her nose said to be okay and easy to shape like Andromeda's.

         The woman in the photo has a unique beauty. The surgeon even asked about the name. She frowned at the surgeon and told him to just do it. Well, there are only a few things she needed to do a few things. Like shaping her body like Andromeda.

***

         She parked her motorbike and gave the plastic of bubble tea. He thanked her and he spread his arms and she jumped into him, wrapping her arms around his nape and her legs around his waist. She kissed him hungrily and then grind on him like she wanted to make love to him there.

"Who's the chick?" they stop kissing and Steven and Freya looked at the man.

         Freya's face darkens and Steven smiled at him.

"Hey, Wren." Steven greeted him. "This is my girlfriend Freya." Steven kissed her cheek. Freya unwrapped herself from him and glared at Wren. Wren scratched his head and laughed.

"Since when did you got a girlfriend? Is this getting serious?" He asked.

"Babe, this is Wren. He's my high school best friend and he migrated to the USA before our graduation."

         Wren strode to her and extend his hand to Freya. Freya glared at it.

"Wren this is Freya."

"Hi, Freya." He grinned at her. She reached his hand for a handshake, but she squeezed it hard that make him groaned.

"Babe?" Steven put an arm around her shoulder. Wren smiled at Steven and Freya released his hand.

         Freya walked past him, and Steven followed. Wren mouthed a big 'Ow' silently and shook his hand. He watched Steven kissed and pull Freya possessively to him. Steven called him out. He followed them.

         Freya sat down on the barstool and took the Ouija Matcha that she bought from the bubble tea. She took the straw and removed the cover and she stuck it on the hole. She sipped on it and Steven hugged her more.

"Why is your friend here?" She asked.

"Why? Don't you like him?" He asked. She reached the knife from the counter and throw it to Wren who had caught it with great flexibility before it strikes directly to his face.

"Freya!" He exclaimed.

         Steven unwrapped himself from her.

"You know him." He said with a sudden serious voice. Freya glared at Wren. "Wren." He faced Wren for him to explain.

"What are you doing here, Wren?" Freya asked as she sipped on her milk tea.

"Well…" he put down the knife. "I'm sorry Steven that I am not here to visit you," Wren said. "Freya is needed back to Manhattan. I came to pick her up."

         Steven turned back to Freya.

"Babe? You—you aren't leaving right?"

"Wren. Leave. Tell them that I'll meet them soon." She demanded.

         Wren seemed to hesitate to leave and then he pulled out the invitation card. The same that she saw from her brother's. She took it. It has the name of her company in Manhattan.

"They didn't know yet about your identity. We received it a week ago and they are alarmed."

"Don't be alarmed. Leave now." She said. "Don't show your face until I told you so."

         He bowed his head and he left. Steven felt like Freya is a stranger. He scoffed and faced her. She didn't even tell him about those things. What she is? What is she doing? Why is Manhattan so much important?

"Don't leave," Steven said almost like he's pleading. She didn't say anything at all as she think deep. "Freya." He scooped her face. "I know that it's important to you… but talk to me. I don't want you to keep secrets anymore."

"Steven." She stared into his eyes. "I don't want you to intervene in my business."

         Steven seemed to be offended and he is silent. He doesn't know her at all, but he loved her more than he loved his life.

"I'll wait for you to open up." He said and he walked off.

         She exhaled and stared at the invitation. She doesn't want to tell Steven about his every business because part of it is too confidential and dangerous. She doesn't want him to intervene at all. It's far too dangerous. She needed a drink. A hard drink. She hopped out of the barstool and her phone rung.

         She answered Wren's call coldly.

"Why do you have to come to Steven's house?" She asked in a low dangerous voice.

"I'm sorry, boss. But this is for the sake of our people."

"They are my people." She gritted her teeth.

"Tsk. Freya… why do you have to be stubborn."

"You are just my subject, Wren."

"I am not just a subject to you, Freya," Wren said it calmly. "From all men, why do you have to be with Steven?"

         Freya looked up and exhaled.

"Why, Steven? Don't tell me that you had fallen to him."

"Don't mention him in our conversation." She hissed at him.

"Oh, so you did fall to him. You know that he's a player, right? He will just break your heart. You better run before he does that."

         It's not true. She's the one that's breaking his heart.

"Ready everyone next week." She said in a command. "We will attend this event. Do you copy?"

"Roger."

         She hung up and she turned to face Steven. He's been listening to her conversation with Wren. He strode fast which is unexpected and then he carried her like a sack.

"Steven!" She's upside down and she nearly threw up from the drink.

         He dropped her on the sofa. He pulled her and kissed her hungrily and while kissing her, almost bruising her lips, he's stripping her clothes. She released a quick moan and her mouth was attacked by him again.

"Steve—"

         He removed her shoes quickly and then her pants. She couldn't stop him. He's too eager and he's angry.

"Steven!" She shouted at him, but he kept on tearing everything. He looked at her with fierce as he kissed her ankle and he spread her legs and licked and sucked her hungrily. He's eating her like a hungry caveman. She grabbed the sofa and pressed her lips. Damn it! How can he still be this good?

         After she had her released, she felt a sharp pain inside her and he's already thrusting into her. She wasn't ready. It was painful at the start but it becomes mind-blowing angry sex. He held her back tightly as he breathed and moaned to her neck. She held on his back tightly, her nails dug to his back. They are noisy and growling like animals.

***

         Freya couldn't move from the sofa. Her core is so sore. He couldn't stop. He's angry and she knows why he's angry. The food that he's cooking is very famishing. Her stomach growls and damn, she can't move.

         It's also a good thing that the whole house is locked and then he put a blanket to her body before he left. She closed her eyes again to sleep but she badly needed to pee. She sat up and dragged the blanket to her body as she took a step. She winced at the pain and Steven came.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Toilet." She answered. He strode to her like a model and he picked her up, throwing the blanket away and carried her to the toilet. He gently put her down and he closed the door. She glanced at her wristwatch. Damn. There is plenty of time. It's just six in the afternoon and he got plenty of time to get angry and make love to her. "Damn it!" She cursed and then she reached the toilet tissue.

         He opened the door and he took the robe. She stood and he put it on her. He's angry indeed but he never stopped pampering her. He carried her like a bride, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I am sore. Super sore." She murmured. He didn't say anything at all. She rolled her eyes. If he kept this silent threat, then maybe she'll just shut up too.

         He gently put her down on the chair and he served her dinner. Barbeque pork ribs with Classic Macaroni and Cheese. She reached the glass of water and drank it all. Then she watched him gracefully sat in front of her. After their dinner, he washed the dishes while she's sipping on her wine. She couldn't move from the seat because she's damn sore and he's not even talking to her.

         He carried her upstairs to their bedroom and put her down on the bed. She damn forgets to take her phone with her. There are lots of calls and messages that she had to reply to. She stood and took a few steps as she walked toward the door. Before she reached the doorknob, she was lifted from the floor and Steven took her to the bathroom.

"I need my damn phone."