I've just had an arranged marriage with my father's business partner's son. I didn't want this... neither did James.

He's constantly reminding me on our that he will never love me, and to not expect any type of affection from him. We sit in his car, and I avoid any eye contact.

"Don't get your hopes high."

He tells me. I stay silent and nod, unsure how to respond, as I keep my head down and fiddle with a small part of my dress.

He drives ahead and away from the crowd of people, into an empty, dark alley way.

"Get out." He blurted out suddenly not giving a fuck.

"...what?" You utter confused

"You heard me. Get. Out." He firmly said not taking a no for an answer.