The Richling's Trip-Married To Mr. Rich Jerk 2

9. Sloshed.

"Sometimes what you are looking for comes when you are not looking." - TheGoodQuote.

Chapter-9.

Ryden Parker's POV:

Am I in trouble?

A deep one I assume. I can't let it happen. I don't want to marry her! In fact anyone.

"As funny and stupid it might sound but I kind of like this idea." Dad chuckled and I jerked my face his way. He just did not show his acceptance of such insanity. He nodded positively with this broad smile which started to annoy me as hell.

"Dad!" I uttered in incredulity and he gave me a mystified glance. He sheepishly grinned making me realize about the upcoming exhaustion. The proposition had no logic in it. I cringed facing away, still not recovering with the disbelievingly stupidest thing that she had proposed a few moments back. And the most obscene thing was Dad already started considering it. He just didn't show his delight in me getting married to the smiling stupid lady.

"I have a girlfriend already." I immediately reacted brusquely and the most bewildering element was seen on Dad's face. He was beyond shocked, while, my brain was desperately scrambling to make a sense of it all; by my own revelation.

He knew I was still sulking and mourning over Shirley's death and can't move on. Of course, I made it seem so translucently evident about my heartbreak. And I know Dad already figured out that I was lying. But he doesn't need to know that I actually was. I will make sure he buys this lie of mine this time and doesn't compel me to do anything stupid like marrying this dumb woman.

He twice advised me to meet new people and know them. I never expressed my interest and now when I said that I already have a girlfriend, would he believe it. Absolutely not!

"I thought you were single. I mean that is what I fetched and there was no news about your girlfriend." Ms Suarez hysterically demanded as I glare at her.

"Well, in case you don't realize Miss, it is my personal life and I decide what to be disclosed in front of people." I expressed irately scoffing at her way. However, that was not it, apparently, because the lady only smirked leaving me pressed all over again and the next thing that she said only crossed her limits of being inane.

"Break up with her." Ms Suarez brazenly stated and this was the first time for us to witness the solemnity in her tone. "I get what I want by hook or crook." She added in a silent warning like tone forwarding her steps my way.

"Excuse me?" I retorted, "You think this is funny," I snap as she just stared at me, her eyes showing concealed fury. "I love her and I can't leave her." I declared getting up from my seat trying to bring a genuine serious expression and apart from Dad, I'm sure they believed it.

"You have to." Her voice was pretty loud this time.

"You are an extremely dense woman. Aren't you?" I scathingly uttered.

She was about to speak further when Mr Suarez stopped her. "Alison, darling let's talk about this later okay honey. We better leave." He tried to control her insane daughter, only to get a heated glare from her in return.

"But why, Pop? This would be good for both of the companies." She refused to understand. Can she just go away? My eyes stopped by Dad as he had a serious look on his face.

"It doesn't work like that sweetheart." He calmly tried to make her see some sense. His eyes averted, stopping my way as he shook, "I shouldn't have considered it first. I deeply feel regret, Mr Parker." He was indeed apologetic. Finally, he thought about being mature.

"Why not! We're rich too. I don't find any obstacle here." She voiced out only to get an angry stare from me.

"Can you just go away?" I finally blurted with disrespect and she stared at me with a narrowed gaze.

"Ryden." It was Dad this time, who warned me the moment my words and tone were going out of control. "You are not behaving appropriately." He warned.

"Whoever your girlfriend is, cut out everything with her." She again spoke and I was burning with rage. Though I have no one to call as my girlfriend, her immaturity and childishness made me angry. She still stands nowhere to demand things like this.

"Look, Ms Suarez, you don't tell me that okay!" I hissed visibly and she huffed.

"I apologize on behalf of my daughter. We're sorry to put this condition in front of you." Mr Suarez jumped in as he looked over her way. She was continuously staring at me with a weird expression.

"Honey, please wait for me in the car. I'll be back in a moment." He added as she gave his father a dirty glare.

Spoilt brat!

"Please." He insisted as she huffed flipping her hair in attitude. Giving me a last look, she finally exited the area.

"So is the deal still on?" Dad inquired after a moment of silence. I was still recovering from a lie I just cooked up and all he cares about is the deal.

Of course, he would!

"Yes, of course, Mr Parker. I thought he was single according to those reports and news. So I was just carried away with my daughter's happiness and wish." He laughed forcefully and Dad managed to force a small smile. "We will finalize everything later. Would that be fine?" He questioned and he nodded with a sure thing.

"She always gets whatever she aimed and she said she wanted you. I should have stopped her. I'm sorry once again Mr Ryden." He added as he got up.

"Mr Suarez, make her see a bit of sense and also tell her the difference between people and things. I don't tolerate such attitudes." I voiced out and he nodded. "Whatever she asked for is totally insane and unprofessional. Her condition is the definition of stupidity. I'm not any toy that she wanted and that you would buy and gift it to her." I irritatingly remarked and heaved an exasperated sigh.

And the next moment, I strode out from the place and walked inside my office room. I have to convince Dad now that whatever I said was completely the truth.

I'm not surprised by her laxness. She didn't seem serious at all since the beginning of the contract. A while later Dad showed up to my room. Before he could fire questions my way, I questioned, "What were you thinking? Do you even realize what you just almost agreed to?" I didn't hide the fact that I was mad at him for considering about something like that. It's still unbelievable that he gave it a thought. That's really dim-witted.

What type of condition is that?

"You could have just disagreed as I did," I added turning around.

"Why not son?" He asked back casually as I faced him with a questioning look, "I mean, I know, she is a bit childish but she seems nice to me and she likes you. Give it a chance. I'm sure she is wonderful for you." He shrugged offhandedly and I held my head in my hands.

I get it now.

"Why did you lie?" He added arching up his brow.

"About what?" I asked playing above suspicion.

"I know you are not in love with anyone. Why did you have to lie about that?" He inquired; with most seriousness in his voice. I do not remember him being so intimidating last time.

"What makes you think like that?" I reacted making sure to have a straight and unaffected tone. Although his stares did make it difficult but I believe I managed to look subtle enough for the situation. I continued immediately looking away, "I do have a girlfriend." I stared down from my window.

"Oh really? How come we never got to see her or meet her?" He gave me a suspicious look.

"What do you mean? Am I meant to tell you everything that's going on in my life?" I fought back instantly looking his way. Although his knowing smirk shook my confidence levels, still I continued, "You have Rachel to do that for you. Just so you know I am certainly not like her who would share everything."

"I don't believe you!" He shook disapprovingly giving me an incredulous stare.

"I can't do anything about it, Dad. That's the truth." I countered folding my arms and tilting my head sideways.

He cleared his throat and spoke in a thick voice. "You can, actually," he stated and again I came face to face with him. He was already smirking. His expression conveyed to me that he wouldn't accept my lie that easily.

"Do I know her? Does she work here or some important someone's daughter?" He quizzed and there were these invisible locks again around my lips. "Is she a model?" He continued his banter. Still maintaining a confident face, I parted my lips to say any random name but he stopped me. "Ah save it, son. I would rather meet her instead of talking about her." He smirked and turned to leave me alone. Damn it!

What I got myself into? Where do I get a girlfriend from?

"In fact, I think you should bring her to the party tomorrow evening." He stated with his knowing smirk.

"Party!?" I exclaimed and he nodded.

"Rachel's birthday. You are a terrible brother." He shook stagily, making me stare at him uninterested. "Bring your girlfriend." He emphasized on word girlfriend and I couldn't help but avoid his stares.

"There is no need to..." but he cut me off.

"I want your girlfriend to meet your Mom and Rachel. Your mother would be so pleased to hear such great news." He teased and I smiled nervously.

He decided to leave but before he knocked on my door to draw my attention "I did not mean that terrible brother thing genuinely." With a small snicker, he disappeared making me dwell over my issues which were brought to life by nobody but by me.

Isn't it just great!

"Sir, this is the paperwork you asked for." My assistant, Lucy placed the said thing on my table in front of me.

I was not concentrating on whatever she said. She waited for me and my gaze stopped by her. She was self-dependent. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "Are you single, Lucy?" I asked all of a sudden and she choked. She widened her gaze and looked at my way uncomfortably.

Way to embarrass yourself!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." I said.

"Sir, I'm married." She declared and this time, my brows met the ceiling in surprise. I didn't know that. I hardly paid attention to my employees working around me.

"Oh...forget that I ever asked you something like that," I ordered and she nodded and I gave her a leave. I'm losing my mind.

I took out the list of the agencies and properties we newly owned. Everything was rather fine, as supposed by Dad, except for this fawn mansion. It was under the supervision of Dexter and seemed like he did not intend on investing his time into this.

I ordered Lucy to get me the complete file of the case. Soon, I was engrossed in studying it intently. The owner of the firm, Andrew Reeves who borrowed funds was rather reputed and was involved with many other brands. However, now he is not traceable and his family was set free as well. What if it's just a tactic to get back illegally or ignore the debt he had taken?

That's what I was thinking and asking Dad but seems like he was more concerned about Mr Suarez's shares and that immediately reminded me of whatever happened earlier, leaving me peeved.

I have to seek out for this Reeves family now.

Sarah Reeves' POV:

"Uh..." I groaned parting my eyes and again closed them rolling on the other side of the bed. This mattress is way softer than mine. And the color of the linens is different too.

Forcefully, getting rid of the sleepiness, I got up still confused.

Ah...!! What!? My head hit a tornado or something, it hurts like never before.

My gaze fell on the big wall clock. My mind concluded that it is not in my room. Swiftly moving, I glanced everywhere and s**t, I'm not at my place. Catching my head and pressing my temples, I drifted back to last night. I was a nightclub, which happens to be my workplace too. Images of me dancing with Jon flashed and then darn!

I was drunk. All my lethargy and drowsiness washed out and my heart raced a mile in a minute. Adding to my folly, I removed the quilt which was all over me and looked at my clothes. I was still in my last night's dress and it reeked of alcohol.

Stupid dumb irresponsible woman. I cursed myself nonstop.

Thank God! I didn't sleep with anyone. Instantaneously, I left the bed and looked all over the room panicking and breathing as fast as ever. There was a huge window. I peeked down and there was this huge garden. The room was tremendously huge. My whole house is small compared to this single room. I traveled my gaze all over, to look at anything that would help me to find out but there was nothing, not even photos to identify anyone here. But I'm damn sure that this belonged to a guy. Some rich brat and the design screamed about it belonging to a guy's.

I don't remember what happened?

Where am I?

"How did I end up here?" I wondered out loud frowning endlessly and stood by the door. It was closed. That's when my heart took its speed inside my chest. I twisted the knob with trembling hands but it was locked.

Why it's not opening! I tried again, this time with urgency and fiercely but still it doesn't open. I searched for any kind of paper note near the bedside table. But I found nothing.

Have I been kidn*pped!?

No way!! I have nothing to give away. Damn. Why don't I remember anything from last night and where the hell they had been?

I pulled out my hair in frustration and stomped my foot. So stupid of me for being so carelessly irresponsible. And where's my cell phone. I need to call Mom or Ella. I doubt if she would be worried about me but surely, Mom would go crazier after she finds out that I didn't make it up at home after work.

I was on verge of crying when there was a slight click from outside and I got alarmed. I stumbled a few times to get a hold of the big vase resting on the showcase beside the door; holding it and gripping on it as hard as possible.

And to my utter displeasure, the door opened creepily. I was about to attack when he realized it and backed away.

"All peace. I promise." The guy wearing an expensive three-piece suit walked in, his lips curving. I was just staring at him wide-eyed and ready to smack his head with it if he ever decides to cause me any kind of harm. The moment he witnessed me with the object on my hand, he concealed his hilarity. I frowned gripping the show-piece which turned slippery due to the amount of sweating on my palms.

Steadily, he took his steps my way and me being as clumsier as ever, thought of stepping back but my toe somehow got stuck with the carpet down there and I closed my eyes gasping loudly, waiting for my body to touch the ground. However, apparently that never happened and the feeling of two pairs of arms that encircled my stomach made me open my eyes and there I was, in this stranger's arms.

He quickly let go of me. The vase was lying down dismantled and he gave me a stare which I found quite readable. He was annoyed.

Why for!?

He tilted his head and stared at the door which was now ajar. Now when I look at him closely, he seems familiar. Have I met him before!? I took two steps resulting in me facing him and he gave me his weird eyes. His front face looks like a stranger to me. I shook my head and suddenly, I realized I have been held captive by him.

"Who are you? Why in the world am I here and what do you..." I trailed off as he turned his body sideways again forcing me to think about his well-known features all over again.

Stupidly forgetting about my situation here, I found myself asking him, "Have we met before? You seem quite familiar to me!" I exclaimed and he gave me an incredulous stare.

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