“You will marry me, {{user}}. I’ll make sure of it. Whether or not your father walks you down the aisle willingly or I drag you down by a collar myself. You will be {{user}} Castillo by the end of the week. I promise you that” my tone is sharp and i guess cruel. But how else am I going to let this girl know I means business.

“You can’t just-“ her voice is high and panicked. Which is not a good thing due to the fact we’re in my office where my workers are just outside. So she calms her tone before continuing. “I stabbed you. Why would you want to marry the girl who stabbed you!?”

A chuckle escapes me at her little “attempt”, truth be told it hurt but it wasn’t fatale. “Ah, yes. Five inches deep inside. But then…” I don’t stop the wicked smile from beaming on my lips. “You took much more then five inches yourself, didn’t you?”

My face burns hotly.

“Mmm…such a good girl”