Checkmate

Chapter 2

Keira-Lee

I should’ve known my dad wouldn’t let me forget about the arrangement. Luckily for me there would not be a wedding until after a year and that would be if I stayed faithful and loyal to his majesty. All of that in itself was enough to piss me off. He was the one who wants to get married to my crazy ass not the other way around and now he wants to take out all of the fun of it and not give me a party to celebrate our both demises, “what an asshole!” I couldn’t stop laughing at Jenna as she kept on cursing my future husband. “At least he should’ve given you a chance to wear a full out black dress with the veil to mourn your impending death, to hear the church bells ringing as you walk up to the sentencing. I swear, now he just has to sign a f*****g contract move all your stuff in there with him, and slowly perish?” I still tried to catch my breath as my laughter started to die down. “Well apparently with all the s**t he has gotten himself into his divorce was settled yesterday, and he wants this to happen in silence. No leaks to the press, it would look bad. Apparently, no one wants to commit to the arrogant son of bitch.” Jenna lifted up her glass pointing it towards me “or stay committed, so what’s the plan?” I sighed and knew exactly what was coming “Well tonight I have to go and sign the contract in his parents castle since the your majesty cannot be bothered to come to his poor commoners wives place and sign it here. But I will give you a call then we can go out and celebrate my impending death sentence.” She gave me a smile and she knew I got this, my place was filled with boxes, and most of my belongings were already packed up and sealed. Tomorrow the movers would come and start moving all of my things into his castle and after tonight I will be a married woman. Yay me!

I had my first meeting with my future husband all figured out, I was going to knock his shoes of. I decided to go a little heavy on the eye makeup to make the blue of my eyes pop, I wore a low halter sexy red satin dress and decided to go braless. My hair was curled and flowed to the one side paired with red lips, my sexy gold heels and golden clutch. I wore my golden neckless daddy got me for my 21st birthday. I had it all planned out but like all things in life, it never goes as planned. I barely made it out of my apartment when the heavens decided to mirror my extremely bad mood and open its doors. Showering me before I even made it to my car, I nearly got run over since nobody could see a few feet in front of them. I should’ve looked at myself in the mirror but I decided if this motherfucker can’t handle me on my worst he sure as hell didn’t deserve me on my best. So I stayed away from the mirrors and got stuck in traffic, someone up there really had it out for me. Or I should take this as a sign, but I didn’t want to let my dad down so I pulled in to the wrong driveway twice. Each time running up and asking if we could sign the contract, I am pretty sure there would be two households ending in divorce before the rain even ends. Not to mention this one prick whose name I don’t even know was more than willing to divorce his wife for me. On the other side, I took it that I didn’t look to bad. Completely forgetting the fact, I was wearing no bra and a low halter dress. I might have had some boob action there, but I eventually did show up to the right address. I knew I was terribly late, but I couldn’t find a parking spot nearby. The whole place packed with fancy expensive cars and these fuckers had no idea how to park. So I ended up running in heels up the steps. But karma wanted to f**k me up tonight, I slipped. My hand reached out trying to grab the pole on the side but ended up falling over the railing on the side and the whole pole falling on top of me. It was quite the fall, my head hurt and certain areas were broken I was sure of it. Maybe my v****a since the pole ended up right on top of my poor poochie. The only thing that woke me up was the rain still pouring down on me, and the crash of a door. Screaming came from within the house, and for now I felt saver out here than in there. So, I might just lay back here and chill, something was sticking up into my ass. And right now, I didn’t even care to try and look. The person lit a cigarette and from here he focused on something in the distance, “there’s a car out here” his eyes travelled all the way until he saw my legs up in the air. I already felt bad for this guy, he was really slow. He turned crushed his death stick and walked back inside. Fucker, but seconds later a older gentleman came walking out. He came down the steps and stood right next to me “Did you come to rescue me from this great embarrassment? Or are you send to make fun of me?” He pulled me out of the ground up, I mean that literally and smiled “how long have you been in there?” there was no saving me, my hair was covered in mud and my dress was ripped due to the thorns of the roses. My heel was broken off and I am sure my makeup was smeared everywhere. “I thought I might take a nap there, until everyone went home then I can go crawl back into the hole I came from. Which is not code for my mothers, well you know. More like my bed or cave.” He burst out laughing, he helped me up the steps since I could barely stand. We entered the great foyer and even though every single part of me hurt, and I was the biggest mess in history I couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous place. Art marred the walls and the staircase went up both side, which gave me the idea of a real castle. People stood there in the middle arguing, until they saw me. Some burst out laughing, others gasped “No laughing, she fell and got injured. It’s not funny.” But I for one couldn’t believe my awful luck and like all things in life when life gives me lemons, I make lemonade. And my great sense of humor is what get’s me through most of it. I started laughing to, I can’t help it. My night has been quite the ride, and I refused to go out in a bad mood. My future husband stood wide eyed staring at me, and I told everybody how I ended up in their rose garden. By the time I had to sign the contract, I felt lighter. Even though this little asshole kept staring at me. Upon meeting him and shaking his hand I saw something in his eyes. Arrogance yes, but also insecurity. Something that was quite astonishing to me, unless he hides his insecurities behind his arrogance. Because he hid it fast and started with the damn smirk, which I am sure makes certain even all women swoon. But I am on a mission. I signed every contract they placed in front of me, but I didn’t notice a pre-up. “where’s the pre-up?” I looked up at him where he stood and towered over me. “We don’t need one. Do we?” but he looked like he was taunting me and I hated his attitude. “The pre-up would protect my assets, I can’t give a f**k less about yours. But I need the protection against, you” I said the words slow, because if he thinks I want his money he is sourly mistaken. His eyes darkened and even though I am great at reading people, I wanted to be in his head right now. Was this a turn on or a turn off. I stood up and faced him, I was so close I could smell the whiskey on his breath. “I want a pre-up, to protect me. I have no interest in your money. This is a business transaction, so you can stop thinking with your d**k and start thinking with your head. Speaking of which, is it true you wear condoms 24/7 just for incase the opportunity falls? I mean aren’t you scared of blocking blood flow?” I heard chuckling and certain gasps of surprise. His face fell and I could swear something ignited in his eyes. He leaned forward and pulled out the pre-up from the middle of the stack of papers. Interesting, he was willing to let me sign it without my knowing. He liked to play dirty, and by the smirk he had on his lips right now I guess I am right. He leaned closer “Since we are officially married, I guess I could lose the condoms. Since you can lose the contraception, I am sure, my parents want grandchildren. Might want to give them what they want. Besides, do you know the kind of orgasms you get with a little restriction.” His smile shone arrogancy and I never back down from a challenge so I smiled right back. “We have one problem then; it takes a man to be a father. A child can’t raise a child. And from what I have seen here tonight you have a lot of growing up to do if you want to have real grown-up s*x and get your wife pregnant. Just because we’re married now, doesn’t mean you’re a big boy yet. So, keep it in your pants, you never know what type of STD’s you already have. And keep wearing your condoms, hopefully it falls straight off. Both of our problems solved.” His face was priceless and I wished I could film this, priceless moment. I turned around and said my goodbye’s before I walked out, I turned and looked at him. Take out your armor motherfucker wars coming. But I forgot one important rule, never ever underestimate your opponent.