⇰ 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘇 struggles to hide her relationship with her boyfriend, Joseph, from the people she loves and being the only daughter of the well-known business man, Arturo Rodriguez, means her decisions and movements are always being w...
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In less than two weeks I will be getting married to Nathan.
In less than two fucking weeks.
These past couple of days have been extremely hectic and this week is even more stressful since my father and Hector decided to host an engagement party for us which is in two days.
We would have had it earlier but after all, this marriage is unexpected.
And my father, being the kind man that he is, offered up our house to host the party, so everyone in this house is stressed due to the short notice.
Fun.
Nathan and I also have the tour of the venue to go to tomorrow. And I have other wedding things to do. Most of them are finishing details but it's still very stressful.
Nathan and I have been..weird to say the least.
Ever since he spanked me there has been tension between us.
I can't look at him without becoming a blushing mess and I hate it.
I should be pissed at him for spanking me. I mean I couldn't properly sit down without wincing for two says plus I had a bruise on my ass for a week.
But if I'm being honest I'm pissed at myself. I shouldn't have liked it. I shouldn't have given him my consent to touch me. I barely know the man and I let him see my bare ass and keep my panties.
But I enjoyed every second of it.
I shouldn't have.
But I did.
The memory of me over his lap replays in my head all fucking day.
But lately he's been colder than usual and very irritable. I don't know if it's towards me or everyone. But there are moments where he looks at me like he's frustrated or angry with me.
It's weird.
The times we have gone out to dinner together we hardly say a word to each other. We occasionally look at each other and share a few words but that's all.
And the only reason why we have been going out to dinner in the first place is because my father said it would make good publicity.
Which it has, every publication won't stop talking about us.
My father is thrilled about it but I could care less about it.
What bothers me is that he is being different towards me and I don't know why it does. It shouldn't, after all this is an arranged marriage. We feel nothing for each other.
But I miss the small glimpses of warmth in his eyes. I miss the small conversations, the compliments, and when he would put his hand under my chin.
