Chapter 2 Pervert

• The music starts playing again, while I feel the ground beneath my feet crumbling, taking me to the deepest darkness. In less than ten minutes, my father has done things he had never done before.
• “Father, what's happening? Why are you acting strange?"
• “I am acting as I should have always done."
• “No. You never crashed my parties, never yelled at me, and certainly never engaged me to an unknown old man who could be my father because of his age!"
• All the words I wanted to say to show my discontent with my father die in my thoughts when I feel a strong slap on my cheek.
• “Stop being a fool who only knows how to offend! Mr. Volkova has been tolerant of your inappropriate behavior, but I am not!” my father shouts as I step back, stunned by the blow.
• “You hit me.” I whisper in a muted voice.
• “I don't want to hit you, Day. But I won't allow you to offend someone who is treating you with respect.
• “How do you expect me to react if you are going to marry me off to an old man I don't even know?!
• “That's what these two weeks before the wedding are for. So stop being a spoiled girl and get used to the idea that in two weeks you will no longer be a Creswell but Mrs. Volkova.
• “I won't do it! I refuse to be the wife of this old man or any man you want to put by my side!” I shout before running away.
• “Day!” my father shouts.
• But I ignore his call. If he wants to decide for me, he can't blame me for being a girl who doesn't listen to his calls. He's acting strange, so don't expect me to act the same as always.
• So, I run as if death itself were chasing me, while crying feeling my cheek hurt. He had never spoken to me like that before, let alone hit me, but tonight he acted strangely.
• “That's not my father! My sweet daddy wouldn't do something like this to me!” I shout as I run, wiping my cheeks at the same time, causing me to stumble and fall, scraping my knees and palms.
• On the ground, I look at my wounds and cry, while several thunders are heard, the rain falls heavily, soaking me completely. So, I cry and scream knowing that the perfect birthday I had planned for months has been ruined in a matter of minutes.
• “It can't be, now I will be the girl who will get tired of an old man. How horrible! The whole university will know that I will marry a stranger.” I say in the midst of tears.
• “Did no one tell you that being thirty-three is not old age?" a man with an umbrella asks, preventing himself from getting wet.
• “Where did you come from?"
• “From the car, obviously.” the man says, pointing to the car that has stopped on the other side of the street.
• “What do you want?"
• “I was enjoying how good you are at running, but the landing was more entertaining."
• “Screw you, whoever you are.” I say, getting up abruptly.
• But the pain of the fall makes me stagger, and it is the man in front of me who with agility, surrounds my waist with his thick arm and presses me to his body, so that I can see what the umbrella hides.
• “Things are simple, Day. You will be my wife and nothing will change that. In two weeks, whether by your own will or tied and gagged, we will be husband and wife."
• “So, it's up to you if you want to be a good girl and accept this so you can enjoy everything, or if you want to make your life a torment. Because, even if you think I'm an old man, I have a lot of energy and endurance to keep up with you and enjoy all the drama you will put on to resist your fate.”
• Quickly, I move away from him abruptly and that amuses him, allowing me to see his dimples again.
• 'He's attractive, but not for me. I'm practically a baby to him,' I tell myself mentally.
• “What did you tell my father to make him accept this madness? Are we bankrupt and I have to marry to help my father recover financially? Did you fall in love with me and buy me? Do you want me as a substitute wife? Do you need to inherit something and have to get married?" I ask trying to understand the real reason for this union.
• “Stop watching strange soap operas, Day. They're damaging your mind.” says the man lightly pressing his index finger in the middle of my forehead.
• “Tell me your intentions with me.” I say moving his finger away from me.
• “My intentions are clear: to marry you."
• “For what?"
• “So we can do what husbands and wives do, obviously.” says the man and I immediately cover myself with my arms and hands.
• “Stay away from me!” I snap.
• “Oh, so you're a pervert. You only think about sex. That's good. I'll put it this way: be a good girl so you can ride me soon and moan under my sheets, or you can misbehave and make that incredible moment of pleasure take longer to happen.”
• “Pervert? ME? You must be joking!”
• “No, Day. I don't joke, I'm a successful businessman, attractive, with a lot of money and what should interest you the most, judging by your reaction earlier... with a member big enough that knows how to use it to give you a lot of pleasure.
• “As I see it, you should be celebrating more than you were at your birthday party, instead of looking so pitiful and foolish.” he says and I feel like I have reached the maximum level of indignation.
• “You called me foolish?! “I shout and he turns around, raising his hand.
• So, I hit his back, but all I manage to do is hurt myself, because what I find are stones instead of skin and muscles.
• “Only fool acts on impulse and therefore, hurts themselves. Day, I will be your husband, not your executioner or a source of pain.” he says and then, he bends down and quickly, he wraps my legs around his shoulders.
• “What the hell are you doing?! “I shout annoyed.
• Shortly after, something comfortable receives my back and the rain no longer touches me, because I am inside the car. The mysterious man enters and immediately, we start moving. Dazed, I analyze the situation and start kicking and screaming when my legs are over his.
• “Let me go, you pervert!” I shout.