Unexpected Wedding

annoying girl

Brielle glared hatefully at Aaron who was now getting dressed. Yes, after an hour of hot fighting with her, by force, of course, he finally stopped making love to her. She was still on the bed with a naked body and wrapped in a white blanket.

"If you don't want to go home because you're still weak, I can call Michael and say that you'll be staying here," said Aaron, who was buttoning his white shirt.

"No, I have to go home," said Brielle, sitting up quickly, looking for her clothes that Aaron threw in all directions. She crawled to find her underwear on the edge of the bed, then immediately took it to the bathroom along with her dress lying on the floor.

"Ouch ...." Brielle winced in pain as she walked slowly towards the bathroom, occasionally glancing at Aaron who didn't care about her.

Aaron glanced at Brielle who was in pain but still walked to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket, and carrying clothes.

"I told you, you'd better stay," he exclaimed.

"I won't!" said Brielle, then slammed the bathroom door shut.

Brakkkk...

Aaron just smiled faintly at Brielle's anger. He moved to sit on the couch, then stretched out his legs on the table. The man took his cigarette which was available on the table, then began to light and smoke it.

"No matter how angry you are, it will mean nothing to me. You are mine completely from tonight….and after marriage, I will not let you sleep well before serving me," he said with a sly smile.

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In the bathroom, Brielle washed her face, cleaning her body that had been touched by Aaron. Slowly the girl cried, sat down, and leaned her back against the metallic bathroom wall.

"Dad… Is this what I have to accept to save our family? Why does the happiness promise by Aaron feel meaningless to me…he has snatched my chastity by force… He has made me break my promise to God!" she said in tears.

Until a few minutes had passed, Brielle was still crying in the bathroom because she couldn't hold back her sadness.

"Brielle, what happened? Are you all right?"

Someone's voice came from behind the door. Of course, it was Aaron.

Brielle was silent, then immediately got up and put her underwear and dress back on. She also fixed her messy hair, then opened the door.

"I'm not fine, and you don't care," she said flatly.

Aaron sighed, glancing at Brielle scornfully. "Stop acting like a molested girl, like a girl who was r***d by a bad boy! You are lucky because the first person to f**k you was me, a handsome and rich gentleman. You have nothing to lose!"

"I don't care about your good looks and wealth. Once a jerk, always a jerk!"

"And that jerk will be your husband!" cried Aaron with a sly smile.

Brielle rolled her eyes. "Yeah... It seems like a curse to me."

"Beautiful curse."

"Beautiful for you, not for me!" cried Brielle curtly and then walked out of the room.

Aaron immediately followed Brielle to take her home.

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Casey Louw, a girl with natural blonde hair and a chubby face, has a height of about 173 cm, white and smooth skin, and an almost perfect face without acne, and is so beautiful with a sharp nose and sexy lips...The girl who wore thigh-length black jeans combined with a black t-shirt with a wide neck was sitting on a chair in a nightclub while drinking a glass of red wine. She looked very much like Brielle, only their hair color and style were completely different.

"Why is he taking so long," the girl mumbled, glancing at her black watch, which said it was eight o'clock in the evening. She looked restless and annoyed, glancing at the hall Where the rain patrons danced to the beat of the DJ music that echoed so deafening.

"Casey!" Call someone who just arrived.

Casey got off the chair and walked over to the man who was approaching her. "Axel, why are you taking so long?" She asked annoyed.

"Sorry, I just finished my business," replied the man who turned out to be Axel with a comforting smile. he looks so sweet and handsome with a style that is a bit like a delinquent. The man was wearing jeans with perforated knees combined with a slightly tight white t-shirt, showing the bulges of his stocky body, and wearing a long necklace with a skull-shaped pendant and combing his hair in a spiky style.

Casey sighed, glancing at the club view. "I can't live in this city anymore. I can't be away from my uncle, because it almost starved me to death."

"You mean you're going back to Seattle?" asked Axel.

"Yeah... I guess there I'm more comfortable than here...I hope you will take me or lend me some money. I don't have any money at all to go back there," Casey replied and then panted back to the chair. She sat there, asking the bartender to pour champagne into her glass.

Axel sat on the chair, glanced at Casey who was naturally beautiful with a sitting style like a man because she was very tomboyish.

"I brought you here, which means I will take you back to Seattle," he said.

"It will only cost you a lot of money for travel," Casey said.

"If you want to be patient for a while, I'll borrow my friend's motorbike, then we will go home by motorbike. So ... We go home while having an adventure," explained Axel with a smile.

"Sounds like fun...."

"Of course. But maybe tomorrow we will leave in the afternoon because I have to work first and ask permission to take a day off," Axel said, then asked the bartender to get him a glass of red wine.

"It does not matter...That means tonight I'm going to sleep in your apartment," Casey said casually, then continued drinking champagne.

Axel frowned. "Why is that? Shouldn't you go back to your rented house to pack?"

'No, I don't need to go back there because I've been kicked out," Casey exclaimed then pointed to under the table where there was a black backpack that looked full. "Look, I've packed up," she continued.

"Oh my... Since when did you get kicked out?" asked Axel in surprise.

"Since this afternoon...I immediately came here to buy snacks and drinks, then I called you because I didn't have the money to pay," Casey explained with a shy smile.

Axel glanced at Casey with horror. "So, you're going to ask me to pay?"

Casey just nodded, instead of asking the bartender to pour champagne into her already empty glass. That meant Axel would pay even more.

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