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Aria's POV
It all happened so fast. People rushing towards us and mumbled a 'congratulations' , 'we're so happy for you','we didn't expect this' ,'you guys look wonderful together', 'goals af', hugging us and even kissing us. A strange woman came warbling to me and then held me by my face and kissed both of the cheek. I had her saliva on my face. Ew.

It didn't even give us time to react. As soon as he slipped the ring in my ring finger people lost it. Old ladies who couldn't walk, jumped into the air and for the first time I felt excitement in the air. The ladies had got something to gossip about now, why would they feel sad? I'm pretty sure that they would be mad because they had to strike a good rich bachelor from the list of guys they wanted their daughters to marry. How sad.

I mean I was pretty sure that they wouldn't mind finding some flaws in the way I stood there, or the way my one hair strand wasn't in place. I bet they would talk about how underage I was and how desperate my parents were for money that they let their underage darling and only daughter marry a guy whom she barely knew. But if they were in the same situation as I parents were in, they wouldn't hesitate to leap and grab the opportunity just like my parents did.

Sometimes I wondered, why would someone want to get their son married to me. I mean, I was an average looking woman who couldn't even deal with a guy, I can't cook. There was something which was missing. I mean I know my parents got money out of this deal. They would get money to support there crumbled business but what about the Alabsons? What were they getting out of this?

"I'm so excited for you, he is so hot. I mean I'm sorry he is your fiancée and all but-" she didn't complete the sentence. She just squeezed my hand and ran in the opposite direction. I guess she was embarrassed of what she said.

Zachariah looked at me and smiled. I knew what he wanted to say, 'got you'. And to be really honest, he did get me. I had no idea he would do that. Maybe I should threaten him in advance from next time so that he would tell me what he was going to do. I smiled back at him.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to look who it was. A man in his late twenties was standing there and was dressed as the rest of the waiters were. "Someone asked me to give you this ma'am," he said and handed me a white flash card. A golden 'the Royal society' was written on one side, I took the card from him and nodded. Who had sent me this?

I wanted to look at what was written on the back side but suddenly I couldn't. I turned the card around and my heart skipped a beat. It was Ignatius's handwriting. What the hell did he want from me now?

A,
Meet me at the roof terrace room in 1o.
I.

I was pretty sure, I wasn't going anywhere near that hormonal man. He gave me feels. What the hell. I tore the page into half and then tore it again. I put it on the nearest table and pretended I didn't get the note, as people went by me, they smiled at me. My eyes fell on the ring in my hand. It was beautiful. The ring was any woman's dream come true. By the way other women were looking at it, I knew it meant something.

The ring made everyone's heart beat skip. I wish it could do that same with mine. When Ignatius went down on his knees I felt something inside me move but here I felt empty. There was something I realized that day, I was attached to the cheap plastic ring Ignatius offered me more than I was attracted to this very expensive, perfectly carved diamond ring. Only if we could replace the plastic one with the real one, how different the whole situation would be.

"Ma'am someone is calling you," I heard the same waiter call out to me. I huffed, I knew if I didn't go see him, he'll keep on trying until he got me. And I didn't want that. Last thing I wanted was people noticing what was going in between Ignatius and I, I turned to look around and saw if anyone was looking at me. I silently started walking away from the centre to the side of the room. I took an exit from the main hall. I was standing opposite to the grand stairs.

"Come here," I heard and someone grabbed my hand.

"What the hell do you want? What is wrong with you, leave me alone!" I screamed at him as he dragged me somewhere. He was pulling me and had his left hand's fingers tightly wrapped around my left wrist. I held the lower piece of the gown with my other hand and tried to pull away. His anger was scaring me.

"Please, Ignatius. Leave me alone," when he heard me say that he turned around and glared at me. He paused for a few minutes and then tightened his grip around my hand. I tried to shake him away, trying to remember all the self defense moves Manchurian had taught me. I couldn't remember anything. Somewhere I knew, I was liking the attention. The attention of him being jealous of that fact that I had said yes, to Zachariah and not to him. I liked knowing that he was going through the same hurt and humiliation that I had felt.

He took a sharp turn and I almost tripped. The high heels were not helping either. The walls of the hall where,white and classy. There were gold frames hanging on the walls from one side of the hall to the other with the gap of two- three inches. The frames surrounded various pictures of men of the war. The captions, the ministers and the chiefs of different era's of the past years. There  were lights glomming on the pictures from the top which made every painting in the room stand out. There were men with large and long mustaches, with different types of hats on their head and heavy metal batches on their chest pockets. They all wore clothes: the official uniform of the various regiments they belonged too. All the paintings here hand made, I could see the curvy handwriting of the artist's autograph on the right hand corner of each painting.

We entered into a room and it was as Royal as the other things were. It made everything look so pretty. The walls of the room were covered in a white wall paper which had golden designs on it. There was a large King size bed on the centre of the room. "What do you want?" I asked and tried to push him away, seriously.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He looked frustrated. His lip ring way gone and he mumbled something under his breath.

"What the hell are you thinking? This won't solve anything!" He was being so annoying. The most craziest part was that he didn't even know what he wanted.

"Why did you say yes? Is it because he offered you a damn diamond ring and mine was not that? Is that why you said no to me because you know that I'm poor? Am I not rich enough for a pretty girl like you?" He walked towards me. He was angry and he was scaring me. His voice was loud and i was nor sure if people who were outside could here us.

"What do you think this is? That's what you think of me? That I would go for money instead of feelings? Have you ever wondered why we can't be together? Ignatius you can't keep your dick to yourself! You want misty and I, both! Fuck." I moved towards him. He looked surprised that I cursed.

"What do you want baby? You want all my attention! You girls are like-"

I pushed him. I put my palm on his chest and pushed him with all I had. "Shame on you! I'll tell you want I want baby, I want you to not fuck with my brains. I told you before and I'll tell you again. It's either her or me! You'll not get what you want. I have said this a million times. I'm not going to be the third person in any relationship!"

"Fuck."

"I need to leave," I turned around, and started walking towards the door. He quickly followed me, before my hand could touch the door knob, he grabbed my hand. He pushed me towards the door and caged my body between his and the Door. I tried to move my hand and hit him, I wanted to knock some senses in him. He needed someone to kick him. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He was tall. He was so tall. His body was hovering over mine.

"I'll tell you what I want," he whispered in my ear and started nibbling on them. He kissed my cheek and then went down on to my neck, he breathed on my neck and I shivered. "Do you like it?" He asked before he started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes. My head went back and a moan escaped my lips.

What the hell was he going to me?

"Hold on to me baby," he looked into my eyes and then his lips met mine. I don't know how i managed to land my self in a situation like this. His hands left my wrist. His one hand went down my waist while the other went behind my head, he pulled me closer to him and even if I wanted to push him away, I couldn't.

He slightly rubbed my back and then squeezed my ass. I gasped, I wasn't expecting that. When he saw the opportunity, his slipped his tongue into my mouth and I moaned again. God what was I going? It wasn't supposed to be this way. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I gasped when he bit on my tongue and he started walking towards the bed. He dropped me on the bed and I squealed. He smiled at me and then licked his lips.

"Fucking Christ, what the hell will I do?" He climbed on me and pinned my hands above him head again, "I want you to enjoy it, okay baby," and I moaned.

"Stay still," he started lowering him self and when he reached my womanhood, he looked at me as if asking permission to continue. I had no control over my body. My body was responding to him more than me. He went down and pulled my dress up, enough to reveal my legs and underwear.

He looked at me again and I squirmed, this was very embarrassing. He blew air on the womanhood and I closed my eye and shut my mouth, I didn't trust myself around him anymore. He pulled my panties down with his teeth and my eyes widened.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt his mouth on my pussy. I tried to close my legs but his hands stopped them. He put both his hands on my left and right thigh and pushed them apart, in the process of spreading my legs.

"Ignat- oh my-" I moaned, I felt things that I had never felt before. I had the urge of closing my legs but I couldn't. All I could do was moan, I felt his tongue in there and I threw my head back. My hands wrapped on to the sheets Of the bed.

"Baby," before I knew what was happening, my body trembled and I felt weak I felts sow thing inside me move. My eyes rolled back and I arched my body forward. This was one hell of a feeling. I was speechless. He let go of my thighs and smiled at me. He  put a finger in my womanhood and started moved it up and down. I moaned again. Oh my god.

He withdrew his finger and bought it near my mouth, "taste," and then he put his finger in my mouth.