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The previous chapter was my first in fan-fic, and now I know how to load. This story is long... and all on my computer. All I have to do now is edit, and post. So, stick with me... I am still new at this and I don't have a lot of time these days. I liked the reviews I got from the 1st one. I hope you like this story. Reviews are always appreciate. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2:

Liz:

I left him, and walked down the stairs, the only thing that go me threw the walk down the stairs was that tonight I would be walking back up them. When a reached the front of the building, I saw Maria, and entered her car. She had a huge smile on her face.

"Okay girl... spill." Maria said before I could close the door, and we headed to my house.

"Well, he has a great body, he is amazing in bed, and I am going to see him again tonight."

There was a long silent pause, before Maria turned to me.

"I am warning you not to get attached to him. You know he is not the type of guy your parents will approve of. He is not rich. And he is way to good-looking to be in any prominent family. I just don't want you to get hurt. A one night stand is okay, but don't set yourself up for heart-ache." she finished, and I was glad that she was my best friend.

She always know what I am thinking, and know what I should be thinking. She is the greatest best friend anyone could have. She was totally right. I am the type of girl that falls in love way to easily, and then gets my heart broken. That my be because I had my first boyfriend when I was a freshmen in college, and that was when I had my first kiss, and it was also the guy that I lost my virginity to. I was only 16. I was pretty sure the only reason we were together, was because I was young, and had money. Everyone that watched the local news would see something the Parker family did to the community.

I sighed, and agreed with Maria "You are right, but I just want to see him one more time, then that is it. I will never see him again."

"Yeah, that is probably a good thing Chica, you know he could be like all the other guys...only wanting you for your money."

"No, he doesn't even know that I am rich. We introduced each other, and he didn't ask if I was part of that Parker family. So, he doesn't know who I am. I am pretty sure he likes me for me. But then again, I have a very difficult time judging people. I will brake it off tonight."

"Good, I don't want to see you getting hurt. You know you are like a sister to me, and if you get hurt, I get hurt." she said with such lovingness.

"I know Ria," I used her nickname I have for her, I call her Ria, and she calls me Chica. It just keeps us closer. That is why I love her so much. "Well, enough of me... did you get any action?"

"Me? No. I did dance with this football player, but that didn't last long, he was really touchy, and I was not in the mood tonight. Well, I hope that we can get you in your house before your parents find out."

"Yeah, well, last night at dinner, my parents said that they wanted to talk to me today about something important. It is probably about my apartment. If they won't pay for it, then I will get a job, and pay for it myself. I just need to get out of the house. I hate being waited on, and I need to start my career."

"Yeah, I know where you are coming from. Well..."she said as we pulled up to my house.

It was a French style house from the 1700s. I have always thought it was gorgeous. The lawn is always in perfect condition, and there are always lights on the front of it. It defeats its purpose because of the fence that surround the house, and there is only a few times you can actually see the house from the street. I said my good-byes to Maria, and exited her car.

I had to jump over the fence, and accomplished that. I got to the side door with ease, and Stephanie let me in. She was the cook at our house. She lived in a little room right next to the kitchen. She was always there for me, and she always covered for me. She was in her 50s, but still had a beauty about her, and she still remembered when she was a young girl, trying to go to parties. I gave her a hug for the help, then headed to my room. I was so tired, but I took a quick shower, then went to sleep.

The next morning I was awoken by my mother, at 9:00am. I was really tired, but I had to deal, and tonight I was going to be even more tired. Just the thought brought a smile to my lips.

"Did you sleep well?" my mother said to me, while I was still half asleep. My mother looked perfect like always. She had her hair done, make-up, and a perfect outfit on. "Get up me and your father have to talk to you before he goes to work." she finished, and left my room.

This was the dreaded discussion I had to have with my parents. I knew it would be about the apartment, and I was going to have to fight them on it, but I was willing to do just that. I washed up, put my hair up, put on a simple jeans and a light blue t-shirt, and headed downstairs.

I entered the office/study to find my mother and father sitting in front of the bookshelf. I approached them, and seated myself in a chair next to my mother. My father looked up from the paper, glanced at his watch and then looked at me.

"Good morning honey, we have something important to tell you." my father said. He didn't seem to be in the best of moods, but I ignored that, and tried to listed to what they had to say. "We, have been thinking about your future, and have come to the decision that you are of age to get married. And we have researched a number of families that would be suitable for the joining of our familires, and we have narrowed it down to one. They have a son, about your age, and you will be meeting him tomorrow morning. We will all be going out to brunch. He comes from a family, that joined with ours, will make us look even more prominent. We are not saying that you have to be overjoyed about an arranged marriage, but you should wait till you meet him and his family before you say anything further. Are there any questions you might have for us?" my father finished his speech, and I started at him in amazement. I was speechless, but then my anger started to surface, and I had to tell my father what I thought.

"I will be shoved into an arranged marriage? How could you do this to me?" I was outraged. "This sounds more like a business deal then your only child getting married. Is that what I am to you, a business deal? I can't believe you are forcing my into an arranged marriage. This is the 21st century. Arranged marriages went out with the U.S. social class revolution in the mid-1800s. You can't make me get married to a man that I don't even know, and probably hate already." I was threw yelling at them, I didn't have the strength anymore.

I was getting ready to head to my room when my father added, "I will not let you get married to a low-life that just wants your family money. It is better for all of us, if he has money also. You have to think of your reputation, and what is best for this family, and our empire. You will own the company one day, and I know you will make it prosper, but until then you have to do what is right. We are not sentencing you to death, this is just an arranged marriage." he finished.

"Yes, father, it fells like you are sentencing me to death. You and mom didn't have an arranged marriage, why do I? And what about what I want? What about my apartment you promised me? Am I going to have to live in this house forever?"

"No, you will not get your own apartment, but you will live with him, in a house his family is going to buy him. And the only reason me and your mother didn't have an arranged marriage was because my family was not as wealthy as they are today, and we were in love."

"Oh, so I will live a miserable life just because I am wealthy. Well, thanks dad, if you would excuse me, I have work to do, and I know you are due at the office. And don't worry, I will act like the proper young lady you raised me to be tomorrow morning. Oh, and by the way, I am going out tonight, I am not sure when I will be home." And with that, I left my father there, before he could tell me that I couldn't go.

I knew that he would let me leave tonight. I have never acted wrongly out in public, and I never will. I ran upstairs to call Maria. I needed someone to talk to. I jumped on my big queen size bed, and grabbed my hand-held phone, and pushed the speed-dial number for maria. It rang 3 times until a sleepy Maria answered.

"Hello?" Maria said.

"Hey, its me. I have to talk to you. Are you awake?"

"Yeah, as much as I will be. What is up?"

"Oh, not much... I talked to my parents this morning, and guess what?... I am going to meet my future husband tomorrow morning, for brunch. I am going to be in an arranged marriage. I can't believe it. My father described it as a business deal. I am just a business asset to him. I am positive now that my parents don't know how to love. They only care about there selves, and there money. Oh, yeah, and I am not getting my apartment. I will be living here, until me and my future husband get married, then I will be living with him. Probably in some shack of a house. Gosh, I hate my father, and my mother just sat there. It was like she doesn't care that her daughters hopes and dreams are going down the toilet. I have always dreamed on marring a man that loved me, and that I loved back in return. I just need to get out of here. Do you have class today?"

"Yeah, sorry Chica. But I get out around 4. You can come over then."

"I might just do that. We can talk. I will probably eat something, then head over to the Library for a few hours. I don't want to see my parents until I have to. Well, I will call you later, around 4."

"Okay, Chica, oh, and don't worry. Everything will be okay, and you still have a few weeks of freedom. It is not like you are getting married tomorrow, and you have that date tonight. So, just hang in there. We can get threw this together. I got to go and get ready for class. I will talk to yeah later. Bye"

"Bye." I said then hung up my phone.