Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

Whiskey was on his way to his unit when he felt something isn't right. He peeks on the rear mirror to see the same man with a black sweater, shades, and mask. Did he get a stalker? Anyway, he can beat him up later. But now he must go back to Hailey because she got a girl emergency.

He came up and knock on the bathroom. She opens it and snatched the paper bag.

"Why is there a lot of it?" She asked.

"Well, just stock it in the cabinet. So, if you got an emergency again, I won't run out and meet your cousin and Veronica who probably investigate a little and found out that we are f@cking."

"What?!" She exclaims from the bathroom.

"Yeah. So, hurry up."

It takes a few minutes before she came out and she exhales. He looks at her face and then scoops it.

"That's a zit." He said pointing the little pimples on the side of her brow. "It's cute." He said with giggles. Hailey smacked his hand away and took her things.

"You want me to drive you? You look tensed. What if your temper gets high and you drive through the cars?"

"Okay!" She said. "Change your clothes. Hurry up. I am late." She glanced at her wristwatch.

She's wearing slacks and a white blouse. She's beautiful and—whatever. So he changes his clothes into a biker's outfit and drove her with his motorbike and she got to her appointment on time. Whiskey waited in the lobby for her though it takes three hours of meeting.

He was observant though he looks like just playing video games. The meeting was done and Hailey was surprised that he's still there.

"Why are you still here?" She asked him.

"I am bored." He said. "I have now work to do and I can drive you around."

"Okay. Wait for a moment I need to change." He understands her and he follows her to women's room and waited outside.

He has a patient to wait since he was used to it. A day of waiting wouldn't give him a headache. She came out.

"Let's go."

"Where to?" he asked as he follows her.

"I have to go to the other city to visit the venue." She said. "Good thing that you are here." She said. "I don't want to go through the congested traffic." He smiles and patted her.

"I can be your driver and bodyguard as well. Give me some job so I wouldn't get bored."

"Is one cent a day enough for you?" She asked seriously. Whiskey frown.

"Forget about paying." He said in a deep voice. Hailey laughs at him.

He starts his ninja motor and waits for her to stride at the back. She holds tight to him and he drives his bike on the way out the city. Whiskey was focused on driving safely though he was driving a little fast. He must be careful since he got a back ride. They are near to the hotel when Hailey told him to stop for a while. She needs a bathroom and new clothes. So, he drops her off the hotel as she checked in.

He bought plenty of clothes—conservative clothes that suit her well and arrive at the hotel. He frowns seeing a man in the suit, serious face tall and handsome. This bastard again. It's not that he hates him because he's Hailey's suitor. He is rich but looks like a psychopath. He will soon do background investigation.

He went to Hailey's room and she's pacing back and forth wearing a robe while talking on the phone.

"Please arrange my clothes for tonight. Okay. Thanks." She turns to him and eyed the paper bags. "Thank you." She took it and pull out the clothes. She checks each of them. "I will surely look like a nun on this."

He drops his body on the bed and reaches his phone.

"You look good at everything—mostly when you wear nothing." He grins. Hailey throws one pant on his face as he laughs and rolls on the bed.

"Are you saying that my body is ugly?" She smacks his ass.

"Ow!" He complains. Hailey looks fragile but she's strong. Her smacks are maybe stronger than anyone.

"You buy me ugly clothes—"

"Those clothes are signature and expensive!"

"Then wear them!" They start arguing but would end up best friends.

It takes an hour for her to do her makeup and hair and put her clothes. He was watching her. He never gets bored of it. His phone rings and since it's her boss's husband, he answered it.

"Yes, boss?"

"I will send you a document. Please conduct BI on this person."

"Copy that." He hangs up and Hailey looks at him.

"It's Gabby?"

"Yeah." He received the email and he frowns. It's the same man that he saw before. The name is Tyler Erickson. "Hail, can we have s*x—tonight?" He asked bluntly, and Hailey swiftly throw him her hairbrush, but he caught it.

"I have my period and we have a socialite party. So, no."

"We can—" He rubbed his chin. "We can do it in the shower." He said. Hailey frown at him.

"Just go home, okay. I will call my driver."

He can't go home now that he has a mission. He exhales and acted like he was bored.

"I can be your bodyguard and driver." He grins at her. She exhales and then thought about it.

"Okay. But no sex for four days."

"Four days?!" He exclaims.

"Yeah." She said and strode to him. She reached her hairbrush and as she moves closer, Whiskey can smell her enticing scent. So, he grabs her waist and pulls her down as he rolls over and they look at each other eye to eye.