His baby doll

Chapter 9 - forced marriage!??

Leila's pov-

I feel so comfortable hugging this hard but weirdly soft and warm pillow. I smile feeling warm in this cold room.

I put my head in the pillows neck. It's so comfortable. Why is this pillow kind of weird and big. I punch the pillow and I hear a groan.

Why is the pillow groaning— that's not a pillow

Oh my allah!!!

I open my eyes immediately and see I'm sleeping on someone, my head in their neck. "AHHHHHHHH!!!" I bloody murder yelled.

I pick my head up and see him! The green eye monster! Why is he here!!! Why am I sleeping ontop of this man! Yuck!!

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO SLEEP IN MY BED!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

He chuckled and put a hands behind his head and watched me like I'm some comedy show. How dare this man—

"Good morning doll" he said in a very deep morning voice. It's kinda—- no it's not. Good thing he has a shirt on. Or else I would kill him. Not literally.

"What are you doing in my room!" I yell and he smirks. "I own this country my doll, this room is mine" I frown at his statement. It makes me mad. I hate him.

"Leave MY room!!" I yell. "I can't baby doll" he said and I crossed my arms and glare.

"WHY NOT" I yell at him and he smirks. Why does he have to smirk! "You're sitting on me." I gasped at his answer and immediately jump off. I stood by the bed and his body. I glare at him.

"GET OUT!" He glared at me and sits up. "You made a deal with me. You owe me something" I stop at his words.

The deal! I totally forgot! Why did I agree!! How could I agree!! Why me!

What does he what. Money? I only have a little. My heart is slightly racing. I'm scared. My hands go clammy. "W-what is it.." I said in a low scared voice. I'm scared he will force me into something and then I'm raped.

My family will burn me alive. They will call me numerous names. I will be shunned.

Oh my allah. Please don't let it be that.

He gets up and walked closer to me with a smug smirk. He was face to face with me expect that I had to look up. He's so tall. It's really not fair. How tall is he!!

"You will marry me tomorrow"

My heart dropped. Sweat started to form. Tears started to form. But I put them away for later. I hate him. So much. Forced marriage. I was supposed to marry zain. The 66  year old freak who probably only wanted my damn body.

He too, except he's not old or ugly. "NO!" I yell but regretted it. His jaw clenched and unclenched. "It's wasn't a choice" he said so stern and calm,

"I DONT WANT T—" I didn't even finish when he walked to the door. He didn't look at me but spoke. "Maids will come in and get you ready first thing tomorrow. " he said softly and left.

Oh my allah. Is this a punishment. I'm scared. I may act strong and tough but I will breakdown easily. It's just a mask.

I sat on the bed crying my heart out. I want out of this place.  As I cry someone knocked and came in. I look and see the older maid.
She smiles  at me  but it dropped as she sees me crying. She closed the door and came to me.

"What's wrong?" She said worried. "I-i don't wanna get married to him. P-please get me out of here. Please" I said and grabbed her hand begging.

"I'm sorry.. I can't do anything, I will get fired. Literally." I wipe my tears at her respond. "P-please" my voice was very broken.