Married to the Gangster (COMPLETED)

Eunice

What. The. Hell.

The last faint of hope I had has gone directly down the drain the moment he uttered those words to me.

How could he agree to that?

Why would he agree to that?

I’ve already killed Josiah Kim a million times in my head since the day he told me that he’s also given in on what our parents want. I thought he might have the decency to decline. I thought he would rebel on his parents since he looks like someone who doesn’t want anyone directing his life.

I thought he would retaliate.

But he didn’t.

I thought wrong.

It’s been a week since the pragmatic marriage plans started and I am starting to lose faith in humanity.

Mrs. Kim was giggling with Mom on the couch in the living room as I walked down the stairs. In front of them are numerous magazines with beautiful places and gowns.

Dad and Mr. Kim are on the veranda and talking about something related to business and expansion. I can’t help but hear it. They’re too loud and happy about the upcoming merger.

I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Are you really not walking away from this?”

The pitcher of water almost slipped from my hands when somebody spoke from behind me. I immediately recovered and placed the pitcher on the counter.

I took a deep breath and turned to him. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I asked back.

Josiah’s brooding eyes bore into mine as he stepped closer, making his incredible physique intimidate me. Sometimes, I wonder if he ever thought of being kind to other people for once. I’ve seen how he treats his friends. He’s not kind at all. I’ve seen how he is to our schoolmates. He’s not kind at all!

I would’ve liked him a little if he was kind to people. I wonder if that’ll be too good to be true.

But I guess, there’s one person who he’s kind to—his girlfriend. On our dinner last Wednesday, his mother told me that she’s kind of scared that her son would back out from this because he is allegedly manipulated by his girlfriend.

Well, I hope his girlfriend manipulates him out of this sick marriage plan!

“Your girlfriend knows about this?” I asked.

I can see his jaw clenching. He inched closer as he stared into me like I have to be punished because I did something wrong.

“Is she fine about this?”

I figured if I piss him off, he might get angry and I would tell my mother that I don’t want to get married to someone who has anger management issues. Of course, my dad wouldn’t want me to marry a violent person!

His stare hardened as he clenched his jaw again. He c****d his head to the side and watched me.

I bit my lip and looked away. I can’t stare at him. He’s too…imposing. And like what Nanette said, he is like an alpha male. Brooding. Ruthless. Dominating.

“Have we met before?” he asked with his eyes narrowed.

I stared at him, confused at the game he is trying to play on me. “Are you serious?” I asked, slightly raised my tone.

He gawked at me and c****d his head to the side. “I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“We haven’t.” I dismissed. “I would not forget if I once crossed paths with an arrogant guy like you.”

He laughed at my remark. “Why? Because arrogant guys like me make you wet?”

My eyes widened at his language. What the hell?!

“Did you agree to this marriage because you’re secretly crushing on me?” he asked.

I looked at him—not knowing if I would cringe or throw up, or both. He’s got confidence. But then, there’s a thin line between confidence and cockiness.

I scoffed at his words. “Do I…” I pointed at myself. “…look like I have a crush on you?” I asked as I pointed at him.

“Josiah Kim, you’re good-looking. You’re very masculine. You’re definitely one of the fittest guys I have ever seen,” he smirked and then tilted his head. “But I won’t ever like you.”

He stared at me, unfazed.

“You’re too arrogant. You’re too cocky. You’re too confident in yourself. And those traits are the first three on my un-crush-able list,” I told him—totally feeling the victory on this one.

He smirked. “Arrogant, cocky, confident? Don’t they all mean the same thing, Eunice?”

I stopped and pursed my lips.

“You hate my guts.”

It was neither a question nor an assumption. It was a statement. It was as if he knew it that I hated him.

I stared at him, tight-lipped.

“Well, Eunice, you don’t know me enough to hate me,” he said.

I smiled devilishly. “You’re wrong, Josiah. I don’t hate you,” I paused. He stared at me with a questioning look. “Hate is too intimate to address what I feel towards you. We’re not intimate. So, I don’t hate you. I kind of loathe you.”

And then I turned around and drank my glass of water. I heard his footsteps going farther and I smirked to myself.

I won.

~*~

“Have you been seeing each other at school?”

I might not have hated Josiah because we’re not intimate but I hated every night that we have to dine altogether. Aside from the fact that we’re wasting money in eating on five-star hotels three times a week, I hated the fact that I get to sit in front of this arrogant guy.

Mrs. Kim seemed so eager when she asked Josiah her question. Mom was giggling beside me, too. Our mothers seem to be enjoying themselves with this setup.

“I see her if we have the same breaks, Mom,” Josiah said just to shut his mom up.

I know he did…because he rolled his eyes inwardly after hearing his mom’s chuckles with my mother.

But he’s not lying. He literally sees me during breaks because we see each other in the cafeteria. It doesn’t mean that we interact, though. We just see each other, in its most literal meaning.

I stared at Josiah and he just looked at his food. I wonder if his girlfriend knows about this. The last time I asked him, he didn’t answer me.

“Do you eat together at school?” Mom asked me.

I stared at her and shook my head.

She pouted. “Why?”

I looked at Josiah and he’s staring at me. Damn it.

“Because I am with my friends and he’s with his friends,” I said and continued eating.

“But he’s your fiancé!” Mom beamed.

I looked at her lazily. “He’s my fiancé, yes. But if I am going to marry him, I would love to have my own time with my friends, too.”

Mom’s jaw dropped at the way I replied to her. I know she’s going to scold me for this if not for Mr. Kim.

“She’s got a point, Paula,” he told my mom. “I think the two would get enough of each if they are always together.”

Dad nodded and so did Mrs. Kim. Mom just stared at me before taking a deep breath.

I sighed and ignored everyone. I hope everything falls into place when I wake up tomorrow morning.