HIS ARRANGED WIFE

MIA'S POV "Why did you drink again?! Don't you have anything to do with yourself?!" I hollered at my boyfriend, Drake. He twirled around dumbly and didn't seem to be listening to me. At all. "I give you all, all, all." He sang stupidly. I clenched my hand into a fist and tried to resist the urge to hit the asshole out of him. He was literally embarrassing me in front of the jobless people who surrounded us. I knew I shouldn't have followed him. I yanked at his arm and tried to pushed his hard body. "Uhh? W--what are you doing?" He stated and smiled foolishly like a numbskull. "Just come with me!" I hurled quietly in between clutched teeth as I pulled him, trying to hide my irritation. "Baby, common...let's Dance some more." He promulgated stupidly as he traipsed behind me. How stupid I was to follow him here! I knew I shouldn't have. But I had no choice when he got angry and complained that I never followed him to clubs or social gathering. I flared my nose and grabbed him harder. He was so drunk. I knew I should have stopped him when he became intense in drinking alcohol. He lost his mind to the point he started dancing with other ladies, even other people's girlfriend at the club. "I said leave me!" He yawl as he pushed me to the ground. "Ah!" I groaned in pain. He moved closer and bent down, jerking my jaw to face him directly. "Babe, why the heck are you disturbing me now? Let me enjoy my night ok?" I was so embarrassed. The ladies around began to laugh at me. Stupid people! I raised my hands and hit his hand, non-stop, so he could leave my jaw. He was really grasping it and it hurt so bad. "D--Drake, I'll leave you. Let me go firstlu, you're g--gonna kill me." I cried in a choking tone. He burst into laughter and threw me back. "Fool." He stated as he stepped back into the club. I wished I didn't follow him. None of it would have happened. Everything would have still been fine between us. I hate myself for coming here. I hate myself! I stood up angrily and stumped out of the place. I hoped no one recognised me. It would be awkward for anyone to see me on the road and say. 'That's the lady that was embarrassed.' And besides, he just ruined my integrity. I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive him. Git!             *** ACE I stood in front of the huge glass window, that was almost the size of a door, in my room. I stared at the amazing view of the city. Everyone seemed busy and calm. I had decided to rest for the day. Working as a CEO of a very reputable company was something that wasn't close to being easy. All I wanted was to work. I didn't want anything else in my life. But, I was damn stressed out. I wanted to enjoy the day off. *Bingg* My phone rang. I rolled my eyes cause I knew that whoever was calling was definitely going to be from work. They hardly knew how to maintain anything without me. I walked to my bed and grasped it. Surprisingly, it wasn't from the office, it was my mum. I smiled and swiped my phone screen to pick up. "Hi mum." I greeted as soon as I picked it up. "Hi my baby boy." She responded, causing me to roll my eyes at how adamant she was on calling me a 'baby boy.' "I'm good, you?" I asked. "I'm fine." She kept quiet for a while like she was hesitating to state something. "What's wrong?" I asked irritatingly. She knew how annoying I could get when she fretted over something that didn't worth it. "My boy, can you come over today? I've got something to discuss with you? Your dad and I." "Dad?" I asked nervously. "Is there a problem? Did I do something wrong?" "No my boy. W--we just wanna tell you something. It isn't that bad or too serious. Can you come over?" I sighed and gripped my phone tightly. I needed to relax for the day and now she had to call. "Ok." I stated. "See you soon my boy, and I'll prepare your favorite meal ok?" I smiled over the phone. "Ok." I said as I hung up. I wanted to take the day off, but I had to go since it was my dad that summoned me. If I didn't go, there'd be a problem between us. That was something I had always ever tried to stop. But due to his constant strictness, it hardly worked, or never worked. According to him, I had always been a numb son or a useless one, although I was really successful. At all cost, I wanted to please him. I exhaled and tugged the back of my neck. It was all frustrating.                *** I drove into the drive way in my parent's huge compound, and parked in front of the mansion. "Pilot." I called. He was one of my parents help. "Yes sir." He answered as he hurried to me. "Take this," I said as I flung my keys to him, "and park my car in the garage. I might stay here for tonight." "Ok sir. Welcome home." I walked to the house and pressed the door bell. No one answered at first and then, one of my mum's maid opened up. "Good afternoon sir." She greeted as she bowed her head. "Hi." I replied as I walked in, ignoring the fact that she was peeking at me. I walked into the living room and saw my dad sitting on the couch opposite to my mum and her sister, Linda. They all looked like they were mourning or something, especially the fact that my aunt was around. My dad crossed his legs on a stool and nursed his coffee. He was also holding abnewspaper and read it intensely, ignoring me totally. Crazy man! He was wearing his usual look, cold. He finally glimpsed at me and turned back to his newspaper. Everyone was quiet. I was pretty sure it was because my dad was there. "Will you just stand there and not have your seat?" He stated, still not looking at me. I sighed and wore a courageous look. No matter how strict he was, I never allowed him to treat me like s**t, which was one of the reasons we argued constantly. I always gave him a cold attitude when he was strict. He was ever strict. My mum smiled faintly at me. I was sure she wanted to run to me and cling me tightly, but she just couldn't do that in my father's presence. He'd definitely insult the f**k out if her. I moved closer and sat on a chair beside his. "Why have you called me here?" I stated coldly. No one answered. My mum looked at me nervously. Something was definitely wrong. They all seemed to be hesitant, even my dad. My aunt bit her cheek and my mum clutched her fingers together, which was something they both did when they were nervous. I couldn't take the irritation any longer. "What's going on with you all?" I hurled as I glared at my dad. He was probably going to say something stupid. He sighed frigidly as he dropped the newspaper on the table and removed his glasses, as he comprehensively set his gaze on me. "Would you please speak up and stop staring?" I clamored. He looked hesitant, for the first time since I had ever known him. He swallowed and exhaled again. "I want to get you married." What did he just say? This man is definitely crazy!