Chapter 3

Once I was parked in the garage, I walked in to the house, it was eerily quiet. I was about to go upstairs when my father yelled from his office. I walked in without knocking and noticed he was on the phone.

"... Of course, I'll address the matter immediately." He ended the call and looked at me a little disappointed.

"Yes dad?"

"You wanna explain why Mrs Bradshaw called me, telling me how you disrespected her and her family?"

Of course the snitch bitch would call my father. Probably a whole lot of bullshit too.

"In my defence she was being a... She was being obnoxious. She said I just had to go out with Zayn, but I kept telling her I was busy." I chose not to swear in front of him.

"Busy with what exactly?"

I explained how I finally got the contract, telling him I had already spoken to Zayn and his mother was sticking her nose in the wrong bitches business.

"I'm proud of you Ariana, but maybe consider other people's feelings?"

"Yes dad." I walked out of the room, already not liking Zayn's mother. On my way up to my room I decided it was time to call Valery.

She answered on the first ring.

"Bitch I was just about to call you!"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"I met someone! His really great..." I pulled the phone always from my ear putting it on my dresser as I walked into the bathroom. She could talk to herself for a few minutes. And trust, she is going to go on and on about this guy, then next week I'm never going to hear about him again.

When I finished in the bathroom I walked back out.

"... His taking me out to dinner tonight! I'm so excited." I almost burst out laughing, thinking back to Kevin Hart.

"That's awesome, I'm so happy for you." I cooed in the sweetest voice I could muster.

"You weren't listening were you?"

"Nope, not even a little bit." I could already see her rolling her eyes.

"Anyway, how did the meeting go, I know his hot because I've stalked his socials more times then I can count, but what's he like?"

"Arrogant, self centred, conceited, and I don't know him well enough to tell you for sure, but once I'm married to him, I'll let you know." My friend laughed. She laughed.

"Bitch bye." I smiled as I ended the call.

I looked at the time, it was only 5. I'm heading out fuck it. Oh shit, I have dinner with that asshole. So maybe I lied to his mother but, whatever.

I opened my closet doors, sighing dramatically. I picked out a black dress, black heels and a black clutch.

After changing, fixing my hair, makeup. I was walking out of my bedroom looking fine.

"Woah, where is my daughter going?"

"Ah dad, on a date." My father's eyes widened.

"Relax, I'm going with Zayn." I should probably call him. My father nodded and walked off. Before I could move, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ariana, I'm outside." It was Zayn, I should probably save his number.

"I could've just met you there you know."

"The paparazzi knows I never let anyone in my special car."

"And why make an exception for me?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Just get out here." He ended the call.

When I opened the front door, there he was, in all his 6 foot glory. There was no denying that he was handsome, gorgeous even. As I moved towards him I noticed his little smirk, he must've caught me checking him out.

"You like what you see?" His smirk grew wider.

"No, no I don't." I frowned. My actions seemed to shock him, his probably not used to girls rejecting him.

Shut the fuck up, you're about to marry him.

I rolled my eyes at the voice in my head. Well anyway...

"So are we going to stand here all night, or do you want to get me pissy drunk and maybe we can fuck in your car? Call it a one night stand, then meet at the alter and act surprised?" I smiled sweetly.

"Uh... What?" Ha! I caught him off guard.

I walked towards his Land Rover and hopped in. He followed behind me, getting in and we were off. So this was his 'special car' nothing too fancy.

We pulled up to a restaurant I knew all too well, Fred Carter's. It took ages to actually get a table at this place. I looked over at Zayn a little impressed. Unless of course he mentioned me to actually get a reservation here.

"I hope you pulled this off without telling them Ariana Montez would be dining with you." He smiled.

"No, I have enough influence to pull this off on my own."

"Oh yeah? Well let's go before the paparazzi gets here."

"To late." He pointed at the van that just pulled up Sally from Celebrities Lifestyles.

I sighed, the last time I was invited to the show, I almost popped the bitch. She's so provocative. She did an article about me last month explaining to the world how much of a bitch I was. It was all over my Instagram, Twitter, Facebook. She was big bitter, why I don't know.

"The bitches name is Sally, but she hating on me! Sally." I said exasperated.

"I know right, she's obsessed with me." He frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"She actually keeps dming me, she managed to get my phone number, I actually had to change it." My eyes widened.

"Woah, so this is where we need to use those private acting classes our parents sent us to?"

"How do you know I attended those classes?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Every kid who's parents are worth more than 1 billion had to attend those classes." I smirked.

His face fell and he glared at me.

"You're a bitch you know that?" I frowned.

"What? I was just saying..."

"Save it, let's just get this dinner over with." What the fuck was his problem.