Huge thanks to all of you out there for voting for my book, I honestly can't thank you guys enough! So as a special gift, I decided to give you look into Blake's view of the shit that's happening right now. I hope you enjoy! <3

Blake's POV.

I was in idiot. A complete, fucking idiot.

And it had taken me a year to etch that thought into my foolish mind.

I still remember when I had met her. My father, Jake Ryder, had introduced me to the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Alison Williams.

It had been a rainy day, the wind howling with agony as it ripped past the streets. The day I met her.

- Flashback to 5 years ago -

I continued to glare at the back of my father's head, my fists clenched in my lap. My father had decided to drive today, his eyes trained carefully on the road, one hand lazily draped over the head seat of the passenger seat.

"You can stop staring at me you know,"my farther's amused voice rang out as he glanced at me through the rear mirror.

I chose to ignore him, instead glaring with much more intensity.

"Blake."he sighed,"I know I'm beautiful and all, but please stop staring, I'm getting flustered."

I rolled my eyes, averting my gaze to the window watching as droplets of rain splattered against it as if enraged at its very existence.

My father was going to introduce me to my future wife. A girl who I had no idea was. I had no idea how she looked like. No idea about her preferences. I knew nothing about her yet I was soon to marry her.

I was only 20 and I was already thrown into a relationship. I wasn't ready for this.

This girl was my father's best friend's daughter. I had never once met her as the two of them lived in America. James would occasionally visit, but his daughter never came, tending to sleep over at her friends. I was already of sick of hearing my father's praises towards this girl. To me she sounded like a stuck up, spoilt, goody two shoes and I had no intentions to be connected with her in any way.

"She's a great girl, Blake. You'll love her."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. He had repeated the same line about ten times now, and it was getting on my nerves.

"Whatever. I bet she's a bitch." I grumbled.

He frowned, glaring at me,"Stop acting like a whining teen, Blake. You haven't even met the girl and you're already judging her."

I bit my tongue, avoiding eye contact. My father continued to frown throughout the rest of the ride, occasionally glancing towards my direction and narrowing his eyes.

I was never one for commitment. In my teen years I had tended to be quite the player, getting some exceptionally talented girls in bed before dumping them publicly. I had loved seeing their tears running down the makeup-caked faces. It was amusing really. They would give their bodies to a man they had just met, so willingly in hope of love in return. It was absolutely ridiculous.

But even now, I still mingle around, diving into beds with some ladies that I had met in conferences, meetings or clubs. So the idea of dating someone repulsed me. But the thought of actually being married to someone, terrified me. Hell, it was someone that I didn't even know! I didn't like being tied down to one person. I was still young, and wanted to explore the community of ladies and their talents, yet my father disagreed. He continued to not approve with my decision of playing women, warning me that one day I would regret my actions.

I scoffed at the thought, causing my father to raise an eyebrow at me.

My father and I were once very close. When I was little he would take me outside, a basketball in his hands and a grin plastered on his ageing face. We would spend hours outside, dribbling the ball and taunting each other but when I eased into my 16s our relationship began to stutter. He had come to know that I was extremely interest in girls. He had warned me to not fall too deep, but I had rolled my eyes at his advice instead following my raging hormones. It wasn't just my girl issue but also his distance from me. Of course after that bitch had came into our lives, a rag8ng storm had began to brew deep within the family.

It was pitiful really. We were once what my sister calls 'father and son relationships goals', but now we barely talked. There were times when I yearned for his love, but others when all I wanted to do was punch his wrinkled face.

"Behave."my father said strictly, as we pulled up at a fairly large mansion.

I rolled my eyes, discreetly flipping him off as I stepped out the car. Walking up the gravel driveway, we kept a large distance between us. Father pressed his thumb against the flat, white, plastic, button that resembled the door bell. The distant sound of the ringing echoed through the house.

Seconds passed with no response, and I sighed irritatedly, tapping my foot against the wood.

"What the hell is taking so - "

I was cut off by the sound of footsteps and a young female voice yelling,"Coming!"

My father shot me a smug grin, straightening himself up. I rolled my eyes, stuffing my hands into my pockets, frowning in distaste. I did not want to do this. It was this stupid girl's fault anyway, for agreeing to this contract. Didn't she want to live her life free before being tied down? Didn't she want to mingle along with the male population before settling down with me? Hell, was she even normal for accepting this?!

I hadn't accepted this, my father had forced it upon me, of course after heavy threatening.

The door swung open, and I momentarily forgot all the reasoning behind my arrival at this house. This girl...

She was the epitome of beauty. Her long, honey brown hair was swooped up in a messy bun, strands of lose hair framing her face perfectly. Her cheeks were flushed red, presumably from her long trek to the front door. She was panting heavily, her gorgeous eyes wide as she took us in.

But what I found immensely amusing was that she was wearing a onesie. A minion onesie to be specific. A gentle smile tugged at my lips as I viewed her outfit. The girl catching my line of sight, blushed deeply as she remembered her clothing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know we had visitors coming."she said, her cheeks flaming as she continued to blabber,"I'm terribly sorry, I know I must look like a complete disgrace not mention a completely idiot right now but - "

My father chuckled, placing his hand on her shoulder, rubbing comfortingly,"Calm down Alison. It's alright, I'm used to your craziness."

She glared playfully at him, to which he only smirked at. We stood at the door as Alison continued to glare at my father, before she huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

"Stupid ol' Jake."she muttered.

I resisted the urge to laugh, but my father spluttered. Not in shock, but in amusement. He grinned, patting her on the back.

"Shut up. I'm presuming James is home?"

She blinked, before nodding. Her eyes suddenly enlarged and she stepped out of the way, shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I forgot to welcome you in. God, I am such an idiot."she mumbled to herself, running a hand through her hair.

I smirked. She was amusing, I had to give her that.

"Yeah, uh please enter." she grinned meekly, her command coming out more like a question.

My father laughed softly, following Alison into the house. The girl scurried inside, occasionally glancing over her shoulder, widening her eyes when she was caught. I smiled lightly at this. She was adorable. But she was also the cause of my misery. I hate her, and that was final.

We walked down the hallway, passing many rooms, it's contents unknown to us. A man in his early fifties rushed into the room, his hands winded around his neck as he hurriedly adjusted his tie. His eyes darted towards his watch, his eyes glinting gold as the sun the reflected against it.

"Oh shit."the man mumbled, earning a snicker from both Alison and my father.

My farther grinned, teasing him,"Oh shit, indeed Jamey."

The man scowled, flipping him off as he made his way to the kitchen counter, eyeing the stray piece of chocolate cake.

"That's mine, by the way!"the girl pipped up, pointing towards the cake with narrowed eyes.

'Jamey' rolled his eyes, huffing with annoyance. He rummaged around in the pantries for a few more minutes before settling down on an energy bar.

He suddenly halted, his eyes resting on me.

"Hey, Blake my boy, didn't see you there!"he grinned, joyfully.

Before I knew it, he pulled me into a hug, patting me on the back. A layed back expression flooded my expression. James was a man who was never for the strict, formal handshakes but the welcoming hugs that made you feel accept and loved. He was by far my favourite uncle, his daughter however...

"Still looking sharp, I see. Great news for my for my baby girl, ain't it princess, seeing as you two are getting married soon?"James teased.

The air suddenly tensed, swirling in unknown territory. Alison tucked an ankle behind her other foot, her eyes darting to the floor suddenly immersed in the interacted textures of the wooden floorboards. As for me, I was reminded of my job here and how much I hated it. How much I hated her.

I clenched my jaw, giving him a hard look. James cleared his throat, uneasily, obviously sensing my distaste to the proposal.

"Well."he started, glancing at my farther who had grim look on his face,"Shall we get started?"

I nodded, following James down a corridor, passing Alison, but not before purposely shoving our shoulders in a show of aggression. I did not look back to see her reaction. A smug smile lingered on my lips as we entered his office, the sound of Alison's cursing barley reaching my ears.

"Fucktard."she mumbled, standing beside me in disgust.

I rolled my eyes, returning her harsh glare,"Bitch."

She pursed her lips, looking straight ahead is if restraining from snapping at me. Stupid girl.

"So guys, as you all know your father and I have been talking about making our companies stronger. Wealthier. So we've been thinking about setting you two up. Both our companies are struggling in financial issues right now so bonding could be the solution for our problem."James declared, grinning widely, awaiting our applaud.

My father stood next to him, with an equally large smile on his face, his hands clasped behind his back.

Alison switched her glare to her father,"Why can't you just join by yourselves? Why do you need us - she gestured between us, repulse obvious in her tone - to get married?"

"Marriage is a much a stronger bond for our company and it will also give both of you a chance to get to know each other. You two are getting older, it is time to find romance. Perhaps fall in love?

She scoffed, muttering under her breath so only I could hear,"Fall in love with this jackass, my ass."

"We can get to know each other without getting married, Father. Marriage is not necessary in this."

He raised an eyebrow,"For the stake of our companies it is."

I bit back the snappy comment I wanted to spill. I knew there was something else in the contract. This marriage wasn't just for money, fame and friendship. No there was more. The questioning flash in my father's eyes affirmed my suspicion as he glanced at Alison.

"Uh, so do you two want to go and get to know each other? I've arranged a reservation at that Italian restaurant down the road at about six thirty, for you two. It'll be your first date!"James grinned, his eyes wide in glee.

I snorted. There was no way in hell was I attending our 'date'. And if I were too, both of us would be arguing the entire time.

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THE DATE

I grudgingly walked through the swivelling elevator, a permanent frown playing on my lips. My father had once agin persuaded me to go to the restaurant where my date was held. He had also threatened and bribed, eventually succeeding to moving my ass of the couch.

I allowed my eyes to wander over tables, where couples sat glasses of wine in their hands as they talked. Some seemed flustered and slightly nervous, other completely bored, some even gazing lovingly at their partner. My eyes flickered between a couple that smiled tenderly at each other, affection for the other swirling in depths of their eyes.

I had always yearned for this sort of relationship. A relationship that was easy going, yet full of love for another. A relationship that others could look upon, admiration for the couple definite in their features. I wanted to be loved.

I shook my head. This wasn't the time for self-pity, I was stuck with a girl I completely disliked for the next few years of my life, and I had come to accept that. I'm not saying that I would be Prince Charming and sweep her of her feet. No, I wouldn't do that. I was waiting for my one and only. Alison was purely a hindrance in my love life. She was not the one for me.

I belonged to a girl who would have my head spinning, lips bruised and heart hammering. A girl that would pull me further up my career. A girl I loved. Not a girl I was forced to see.

My eyes rested on the figure of Alison, her eyes locked on her phone as she typed away furiously. But what took me by shock was her outfit.

She looked breathtaking.

She was wearing a chic black tank top and baby blue maxi skirt that was slashed at the thigh, exposing her long leg to full effect. Her brown curls were pushed to the side, her neck now on full inspection.

To put it all together, she was beautiful. Gorgeous. Angelic. Perfect.

But I wouldn't tell her that. I wouldn't tell myself that. She was devil in disguise. She was awaiting the time to strike. She wasn't innocent. No, she was a cunning, sly bitch.

ALISON'S OUTFIT:

BLAKE'S OUTFIT:

I made my way to her table, before standing before her, my finger lightly brushing against the velvet top of the table.

She however, still hadn't noticed me, her thumb slamming against the screen. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout, obviously aggravated at her device. I stayed silent, watching her actions.

Feeling immensely awkward at the current situation, I cleared my throat loudly, effectively catching her attention. She raised her head, her eyes locking with mine.

"You."she sneered, glaring at me.

I rolled my eyes, irritated at her rude behaviour,"Just order something, and then we can get the hell out of here."

A smirk tugged at her lips, nodding approvingly at my plan,"Okay."

I slid into the seat opposite her, unsure of what I was supposed to be doing. I had left my phone at home, as it had died during the day and I couldn't find my charger. It was the simple actions that caused such damage in your daily life. In my case, misplacing my charger.

"So..."I drawled, already bored out of my mind.

She narrowed her eyes at me with much more venom,"Look, just because our dads think we're on a date to get know each other, bond, and all that shit, it doesn't mean we are actually going doing it. I'm sure that you don't want to, proving from your earlier actions and neither do I, so let's keep it that way."

She huffed loudly, smiling discreetly as if proud with herself before buising herself with her phone. I hadn't noticed that I was grinning as well, until I looked into the window that we sat nearby.

This girl was one of a kind. Yes, she may have partly ruined my life as I was stuck with her but she was amusing to be with.

I can't help but admire the lady before me, as she scoffed out loud, her eyes still trained on the phone, earning curious stares from nearby diners.

My grin widens as she looked up to see me staring, before diverting her gaze and muttering,"Fucking creep."

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