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“Are you hiding my existence from your boyfriend?” he suddenly asked.

“I don’t have one. I don’t do boyfriends.”

“Are you sleeping with someone then?”

“Why?” I eyed him carefully.

“I’m your husband. I’d like to know.”

“No, I’m not seeing anyone or doing anything like that at the moment.” Maybe I should, because I had no fucking clue what I was doing with Luca, and things were getting awkward.

Obviously, we weren’t compatible.

We wanted different things, and he was my prisoner for the next ten years. The best thing I could do was to send him far, far away from me.

I should’ve already done it.

Except, I kind of didn’t want to.

That was a problem.

“Am I the first person you kissed?” I asked, and wondered what the hell possessed me to ask that.

“Yes. I guess someone else was your first.” He pressed his lips together, his eyes unreadable.

“I went to a private elementary school. There was this guy... We played a game at a secret party. Truth or Dare. It was super awkward. My first time having sex wasn’t any better either. The guy only cared about himself.”

“And your first love?”

I creased my forehead. “I don’t... Um, I only ever loved my family. And my friends and people here.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

“Is it not?”

“No. There are different kinds of love. Loving your family and friends isn’t the same as—”

“You know what?” I got to my feet, almost flipping my chair over. “I just remembered I forgot something, and I... I need to go.”

Damn, I was babbling, and I was all flustered.

Something that had never happened to me before.

As I was on my way out of the room, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me.

Why was he asking me about love? Maybe because I started the stupid question thing, but still. What did he care?

And why was I so uncomfortable talking about it?

I didn’t love anyone like that.

I never would.

It wasn’t compatible with who I was and what I did.

So not my thing.

My parents were an exception, and I wasn’t going to find someone like my dad had found my mom.