Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress

        Zendaya packed up important things like her wallet and phone and laptop and then she gets ready to leave. She doesn't have enough sleep and Christian woke up at three in the morning to leave. Zendy looked at him.

"You didn't sleep." He noted and took her bag from her.

"Yeah, it seemed like we are going to elope." Zendy chuckled.

"I'll drive you to your penthouse." Christian peeked at Demi once again and he opened the door for her.

"Thanks."

        Christian drive her to the main city and from her penthouse, she started packing up for tonight's flight. She at least needed to sleep. Christian is in her kitchen cooking for her. Yeah, Christian are like their personal bodyguard, cook, and nanny. But since Demi is his girlfriend, he'll have less attention to each of them and more on Demi. Because Demi is taking all of his time.

"Thanks, Christian."

"I make your milk. This might help you sleep."

"Thank you." She sat down on and they eat. "So, you plan to elope with Demi?" She asked suddenly that makes him stop from putting the spoon on his mouth.

"I—I don't know."

"Well, Demi is just eighteen." She shrugged.

"But I want to marry her if Dmitri wouldn't set up a man for her," Christian said it casually, but she knew that he's hurt or will get heartbroken that Demi would marry someone else and he'll just remain as her bodyguard and lover.

"Dmitri probably will." She used her chopstick to take an eggroll to her mouth and she chews it carefully. "But if Demi loves you, then she won't marry anyone, and Dmitri wouldn't push her to something that she doesn't like."

        Christian is silent and he continued eating.

"His dad wouldn't like it."

"Why are you always focused on Dmitri? It will make Demi jealous." She chuckled.

"Because Dmitri is my father figure and he adopts me letting me use his name."

"Black isn't their real surname." She told. "It's Mondragon in papers but his real surname is William."

"Okay." He nodded.

"So, Demi and Agatha together with the children are using William in the papers but they are declaring that their surname is Mondragon and their cover surname is Black. That's why Dmitri let you use it. Because, if you'll marry Demi, she'll be using the William and you'll be using Black. I think it will be your permanent one."

"Yes, it will."

        His phone started ringing and it's Agatha. He excused himself and answered it.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"How's Demetria?"

"She's in the Empire Academy and she's doing great. I already set up their food for breakfast in the café and dinner."

"Good, she didn't—skip classes?"

"Christian, well, she skipped her class at three. She said that she got a headache. PMS?" Christian wasn't sure if the word is PMS because that's what Demi told him and that she needed sex.

"Okay. It's her period. I guess. She'll have cravings and whatever."

"Oh, I got." Christian nodded. Zendaya is grinning. "I am currently in the city to helped out the café."

"Okay. Uh, we'll be home probably next week. Can you also please check on Dean?"

"Sure, I'll pick him up and call his driver."

"Okay. Thank you." Agatha hung up and Christian put down his phone. Zendy shrugged.

"So, you are picking up Dean?"

"Yes." Christian nodded.

"So, Agatha trust you with your brothers." Zendy winked. She finished her milk. "I'm off."

"Sure. Go ahead."

        Christian put the dishes on the dishwasher machine and then he told her that he's going to leave.

****

        After Zendaya took a bath, she came out of the bathroom and found her mother sitting on her bed and flipping on some magazines.

"Did you bring a condom?" Andy asked. Zendy frowned at her.

"What? You are going to make love with dad in my Penthouse?" She asked.

"Nah," Andy shook her head. "Just something I saw in my vision."

        Zendaya rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's talking to someone over the phone. Probably his mistress." Andy told. Zendy shook her head. Her dad doesn't have a mistress. He only got one phone and he's letting her mother play games on it and took photos on it.

"You mean, you are the mistress." Zendy scoffed. Andy only smirked and then she stood.

"You get a dress and make yourself pretty while I'll be in the other room with your dad. We'll be very loud." She winked. Damn it. She's surrounded by horny people.

        She's ready but when she opened her room, she looked at the other room with a door a little open and she just heard her parent's moaning. She shook her head and went to the living room and turned on the television and put it on volume.

"Where's mom?" Luke asked as he sat beside her.

"She's busy with dad," Zendaya said.

****

        Soon, their driver came, and their driver picked their bags and then, they went to the airport and since they are in first-class, they easily went inside to the first class. Her phone chimes and she checked.

Athena: Have a great sex life.

        She frowned from her message. She did send that.

Bea: Use Protection.

Demi: Lubricant. *winks* highly recommended.

"What the fuck?" She murmured.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked.

"My cousins are weird." She mumbled.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Luke mumbled.

        It takes a few hours to arrive in Paris and they checked in to the hotel to a first-class suite. She stretched her arms and her mother told her to sleep. She couldn't sleep at all though she had drunk milk and now she's doing her workout.

"I can't sleep," Zendy told.

"Why not?" Her mother asked.

"I don't know." She rolled her eyes and her mother left her hotel room. Yup. They have separate hotel rooms and she wanted to have her own since her parents are making noises at every corner.

"I'm leaving. Oh, we don't have bodyguards, so you guys keep close of your trackers. Always wear them."

"Yeah." She said. "I'm heading out." She told. "I'll just buy pastries or whatever that would help me sleep."

"Go," Andy said. She walked around the street to search for something to buy. Milk will do. She went to the store and checked for the milk. She checked from the label and since she could read French fluently, it's just like reading English.

        She froze when a person stood just beside her and reached out a bottle of him. She smelled a familiar perfume. From the height he's probably flat 6" and he got a lean body. She turned back. She needed to leave and never show up to any Timothy.

"Tim, tu vuex du préservatif?" A girl asked and she went to the counter to bring the milk that she will buy. A man laughed. "Que diriez-vous d'un lubrifiant?" 

        Damn it. She looked around and since her bill is big enough, she needed to buy a few more. Maybe crackers and alcohol and so she put it on the counter.

"I.D?" The cashier asked and she showed her fake I.D. He checked out her items and packed it. She took it and leave her to change in a hurry.

"Mademoiselle!" Someone called but she walked fast and then she stopped when two guys just come out from a small ally and dragged her.

        She held her paper bag and calmed down.

"Vous voulez de l'alcool, messieurs?" She asked them and they looked at each other. "Tiens, prends les liqueurs." She gave it to them and looked at each other.

"Mademoiselle!" Those robbers both stop when a grown-up man got their attention. She put down the paper bag carefully and swiftly punched each of them on their abdomen and then next to their noses and kicked the back of their knees.

        She doesn't want to look at the guy, not even his face and she pulled her cap down and took her items.

"Zendaya." The man called. She walked briskly and he still followed her. "Zendaya."

        She exhaled and stopped. She faced him and he smiled. It's the grown-up Timothy.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"You are in Paris," Timothy said as he beamed.

"No. I am in London." She said sardonically. "Of course, this is Paris, you idiot." She shook her head.

"Why are you mad at me?"

        Yeah, why is she mad at him? She thought for a while and then a light bulb just flick.

"I don't want to see you, ever again." She said it straight and she turned back from him and left.

        She doesn't know why she felt bad.

"The fuck." She murmured as she went to her hotel. She put down the beers and instead of drinking milk, she started drinking beers on her comfortable sofa and watched some killing movie.

I don't want to see you, ever again. 

"Why did the fuck I said that?" She asked and swig the can of beer to her mouth. "Oh, shit." She mumbled. "Yeah, maybe he'll just go away."