Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

13 That woman is torturing me!

Marga went up to the barman and buy mimosa and a brandy. He make it quick and then when he gave it to her, she slid the pill on the mimosa and asked a barman to serve it for them. All she have to do is make Gabriel busy.

She watch as they took the drinks and other drinks are distribute to everyone. She glance at the barman who also watch her. She wink at him and give him a card with a password on it. He didn't take it and keep himself busy. She was annoyed a little and just let the game begin.

She started partying and didn't let herself get drunk and watch her sister sipped on the mimosa. On the other hand, Gabriel seemed busy on his phone since her mother told her that she will messed up on the parking lot of his building. Just little bomb threat will do.

"I'll just go outside to talk to my assistant." Gabriel told her and she nodded.

She was alone. Enzo and Ethan are nowhere to be found. Good! She finished the mimosa, took her phone and walk upstairs to the VIP rooms. She called them and told them that she's coming up. She also had install a camera there so it will be a big breaking news around the world.

Sabrina finish the mimosa that Marga send to her. She didn't actually drink the thing that Marga sent over. A barman switch it quickly. Her employees are skillful. She didn't keep someone that isn't special enough.

She walk was passing on the VIP that Marga had reserved and she enter there. The males was surprised to see her. She look at the camera that was installed there. They grin at her and started stripping. She pick the camera and drop it down.

Her icy glare, lingers on them, and they suddenly shudder. Her strong aura makes them shudder a little but they are men, she stepped on the camera as it smash on the floor.

"Woman, you are supposed to be drugged!" One blurted.

She sigh and sat on the other sofa closing her eyes. They strode to her and hold her wrist, but in an instant, they were the one who were knock down. She twist their arms, kneed their boners and she almost break their necks when it wasn't for Enzo who came up and stop her.

"Did you have fun getting roofied?" Enzo asked. She chuckled and shook her head annoyed.

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"Did you just chuckle, my sis?" She smack his abdominal.

"Shall I prepare the presidential room and let you vocalize?" She groan and stepped out the room. Then she found Gabriel just outside who was as well in daze.

"Why are you there?" she shrugged. He push her inside and found two males on the floor, knock out.

Now, he finally understand what was going on. Without words from her, he knew what was

happening. "They aren't your friends, right?" She texted him.

"I don't have friends like those." He smack his forehead pick her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She yawns. Damn, she's just adorable. She hums and he thought that he heard it wrong. She type on her phone.

"Alvarez Mansion." He nodded and told Enzo that he's leaving with her. Enzo just waved off.

He visit his building first and the bomb threat was just a prank. But he surely knows that it wasn't a prank. It was for a show. He look at her who reclined the seat and nap all the way to Alvarez Mansion.

When they got there, the butler came up and he open the door for her. She got out and extend her arms to him. She just look so adorable like a little bunny. He thank the butler and carried her all the way to her room.

"I'll let you shower." He kisses her forehead. She write on the board beside her.

"Stay?"

"I will. I'll just shower from the next room. Few of my clothes are still there." She nodded and remove her shoes.

She went to her bathroom. Lock it but up on the speaker with loud music enough for her not to be heard outside and she started humming. She suddenly smirk on Marga and Janine's plan.

"Losers will always be a loser." She said.

She can really speak. She wasn't talking for months back then. But she will make a loud music on her bathroom and sing. Her plan on not talking is just her game to play. She vocalize almost every day. And there are days that she don't really talk and just hum some song.

Not talking is her way to hide what she knows. People knew clearly that she got a trauma and that makes her unable to speak. She knew clearly who her enemies are and she's revenging one by one at a time. But the last—like a lion and his prey. She would play the prey first before eating it.

She turn on the shower and sang along on the song. She wasn't loud and just minimize her voice and after showering. She compose herself brush her teeth and getting out. She found him already on bed with a laptop on his lap as he type furiously on the keyboard.

He look at her. In daze. Her porcelain like skin was flushed from the heat of the shower. She was a beauty. A goddess on his eyes. Without make up, her cheeks are rosy and so natural on everything. He wanted an urge to eat her up and let no one see how beautiful she is and keep it to himself.

She enter on her walk-in closet. She choose a silk sleep wear, very much seductive and she smirk on him at her bed.

"Let's see how you'll droll." She murmur almost silent that she could only hear herself. She got out brushing her hair and he was busy on his laptop. But he take a glance at first then back to his work and he stop from typing and raise his head to her direction.

She face the mirror on her dresser and turn on the lights around the mirror for her to see clearly her face. She's brushing it, slowly and carefully like the hair was golden and afraid that she lost a single strand. But that view was lavishing for him.

She got a very light skin, glowing and flawless, like she doesn't have any pores on her face. It was like a porcelain. The most expensive one in the world. He would buy to that. Black ink hair was long, straight from the scalp but as it falls down, the curls and waves was just perfect. She gracefully place her brush on the dresser, standing up like a fair maiden from a royal house.

His mouth dries when his eyes falls on her perfect curve of body. Small waist, right proportion of hips and… her bust? Without wearing any bras—she got a perky one. Her nipples molding on her thin silk dress.

That woman! She's torturing him!

She turn off the lights from the dresser like she never really care about his hot gaze that if it was a real hot—it would probably melted some ice burg on the North Pole. She strode to his side and bent down. He keep his eyes on her beautiful face though her dress surely shows her breast for him to peek.

He receive her quick mouth to mouth, sweetest taste ever. It was meant to be good night kiss, but he wasn't satisfied. He closes his laptop, put it on the side table and snaked his arms on her slender waist. He suck some air and viciously capture her agape mouth and blow his warm breath.

Her arms around her neck… she straddle him and grind a little when their kiss become a scorching lava that rushes through their veins. He growls getting more passionate and a little aggressive and he heard her moan. Fuck, just her moan was enough to drive him crazy.

He pushes her back on the mattress, legs wrapped around his hips. His hard one was already rubbing on her hot core down there. The sound of their clasping clothes makes a rhythm until he pull his mouth, her supple lips swollen and he goes down to her neck. Her natural scent mixed with her soap was just so… too much for him.

He shove his face on her neck breathing heavily, both of them are panting and he tries to count backward. He face her and caress her beautiful face.

"Let's wait until we get married." She was surprised on what he said. She thought that he would actually do it with her but she was pleased on what he said.

It seems that he read her mind when she release his neck and his hips. He kiss her one more time then he run off to her bathroom while removing his pajama pants.

She chuckled when she heard the shower. Then she sat up, stretch her arms and back, then went back to her bed side. She lay down and in just few seconds she's asleep.