Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 2

 

Once I collected all the pieces of my lost rationality, my eyes shifted to the counter, and I slowly made my way there. As I glanced at Marco, I saw his eyes tracing the handsome and shameless guy taking his seat at the table upstairs. Monique shot him a look and chuckled.

 

“You’re drooling,” she said, smugly pointing at the corner of his lips.

 

I smiled awkwardly and hurried to put the dishes into the sink, wishing to erase the last two minutes of my memory. I had never been the type of fangirl who would easily let some handsome guy sweep her off her feet. That black-haired man in a suit was bad news, and I could feel it in my gut. After a brief inward debate, I decided that my temporal insanity was caused by a shock. My brain had become vulnerable due to exhaustion, which allowed me to be affected by the suit’s good looks. As soon as I found this explanation, I felt better. With that figured out, I knew that I wouldn’t let it happen again, and I had the best possible strategy to keep it that way: I was going to avoid the guy.

 

“So…” Monique grinned teasingly while tangling the strands of her hair around her finger. “What are you waiting for? Grab the menu and go upstairs,” she said, smirking at me.

 

I almost choked on the air I breathed. “Not a chance. I’m not going. Marco should do it,” I claimed decisively.

 

“Girl, my radar says it clearly. Guy’s straight. There’s no fun for me going there.” He shook his head while crossing his arms over his broad chest.

 

I wanted to argue more, but before I could open my mouth again, I was holding menus and was pushed up to the middle of the stairs. The black-haired sex-on-the-legs noticed me coming their way in an instant. I did my best not to look at him directly, but I could feel his gaze on me the entire time I was climbing the stairs. I had never needed to concentrate that much on walking.

 

“Hello.” I activated my professional tone and handed them menus. “What can I get you?”

 

The two nervous men immediately turned their eyes on the black-haired. “Mr. Lan?” one of them muttered.

 

My eyes reluctantly shifted from the other two “safe” businessmen to my black-haired trouble just to find him looking straight at me. “Espresso,” his answer came.

 

His deep and smooth voice almost cost me my balance. I shifted at my feet and focused on writing down the order I was highly unlikely to forget… ever.

 

“We’ll have two americanos,” one of the restless businessmen added.

 

my trouble’s name was. I excused myself and dashed downstairs just so I could breathe again. I didn’t

 

the point where only

 

asked, gently patting

 

gave him a wry smile. “I can’t explain,

 

guy is super-hot… and he

 

chuckled and smirked. “Correction. That’s enough to make your panties wet. That’s enough to make

 

off

 

between the tables. He was talking on the phone and efficiently blocking my way to his table. The tone of his voice seemed harsh and cold, completely different from the smooth velvet I heard when he ordered coffee. His words carried the pitch of authority and an unmistakably dangerous charge. He

 

My weak voice hardly reached his ears. I cleared my throat and repeated.

 

a tiny space to walk past him with a tray. I clenched my teeth, trying to navigate my way while carrying coffee when suddenly he pushed me away with a violent stretch

 

cursed, making an ungraceful swirl on my

 

see the hot fluid bouncing inside the coffee cups. I found myself inches away from catastrophe! My eyes swiftly roamed the area, and thankfully, there was no one upstairs aside from the three businessmen. As my last resort, I chose to throw the tray away from their table for a split second before I fell on the floor

 

a deep breath and slowly got myself up from the floor. As I turned around, I found the three businessmen observing me in silence. I

 

boiled. I was three seconds from

 

“Cora?!”

 

help, but at least she might have saved me from making this

 

through my teeth while faking a smile. “I will clean this up and bring your coffees in

 

toward Mr. Lan, I noticed a few small coffee drops on his suit jacket. Shit. His eyes followed

 

the dry

 

This piece needs a special treatment, the one you cannot afford.” The mockery perfectly coated his

 

back, looking at him in disbelief. My hands fisted, revealing my white knuckles. The adrenalin fueled my blood pressure, instinctively preparing me for an attack. As my muscles tensed, I used every ounce of strength I had to prevent myself from slapping him or throwing multiple objects in his direction. Yes, I had my body under control. Too bad it didn’t work the same

 

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