Contracted Love

didn’t need to tell me about wedding drama’s. I knew all about them by heart. No, not because I am getting married, or have been married. In fact, out of my three relationships in

ister on the other hand will be getting married soon,very soon.

uestions. “So I was wondering if your boyfriend will be coming to my wedding?” I gulp down a

. But make sure he’s not too perfect because, well, it is my wedding. Okay? Okay. I love you and you

edding shower. But she’d asked the one question I never wanted her to ask. If m

d be getting married soon. We’d had this conversation so many times and not wanting to have to hear about love again, I lied through my teeth. I told them I had meet someone in April. Now it was Oc

blinking at Bianca. “Why so sudden?”She que

how you told me that I should tell them

and the lies been going ever since.” B’s ey

he so called boyfriend sign a contract and impress my parents

ve?” I rolled my eyes gagging inside at this terrible cliche. B had always been a

h skim milk of course. When I looked at her after taking

ee cup on the counter an

ence.” She interrupted smiling with so called wisdom. I just rolled my eyes and continued. “Secondly, love is

u would know.” I said sharply. B had never had a real relationship. She was independent and liked to be free. She liked to party, danc

ization and deadlines. Those kind of things are my world and the thought of leaving it

e the family business when I was twenty and I’ve been

ng a coffee and being rushed from meeting to meeting. Because when I get a spare moment to think, that's when feelings and

umi polkat dot skirt. Picking up my coffee cup, I took a step back as B stepped forward. I looked up quickly seeing a man wearing a blue shirt and black trousers

urprise because he had that player air about him and B was absolutely stunning with honey blond hair and a pale skin tone. She was petite and delicate bu

id, Can-you-please? I nodded and slid open the cupboard picking a random muffin and shoving it