Begging for her back

Peyton’s POV

“Why am i me ? Why am I forced to marry a son from the Moss family ? I have no interest in marrying Scott Moss he’s like my older brother.”

Now if I could marry River then I would definitely rethink everything. Honestly I’ve been in love with him since I was 12 and he saved me when I fell down the well.

All of a sudden I hear a screech from the downstairs foyer. “PEYTON ANAIS SUMMERS IT’S 2PM GET UP!!!!!”. I jumped up ran into the bathroom, making sure to scrub every crevice of my body before braving it out into the lions den.

I walk into my closet and reviewed my options, should I dress slutty and hope it scares Scott away or should I try to look my best even though I feel my worse, a knock at my door shakes me out of my reverie. “ONE SECOND I’M NOT DECENT” In a rush I grab my skintight Prada red dress, alongside with my matching heels. I sit at my vanity table and permit access to whoever is at my door.

“Honey, you look beautiful”. I look up at see my mother Phoebe watching me with tears in her eyes. “You know why we are doing this don’t you ?” I look away not wanting her to feel more guilty. “Old Man Moss loves you and genuinely believes you will be the best person for his grandson. Do you need any help with anything ? I can still beat a face”. Shaking my head I decline and tell her I will join them downstairs soon. She walks to the door and stopped before looking over her shoulder and whispering “you’ll be happy when you come downstairs and you will see that we are doing this all for you because you are our little girl and your happiness is key.”

If I wasn’t watching her every move I might have completely missed what she said, can’t say it didn’t completely confuse me. I start beating my face and I’m able to do this within 30 minutes, I get up and walk to my floor to ceiling mirror wall and start adjusting myself. I must say I am really blessed thanks to my parents genes. My mom is a model and is still working at the age of 38 she is literally the most beautiful human being I have ever seen, blonde hair, blue/grey eyes, 5,10 and all body. My dad is an Adonis, and one of the biggest business mogul with a business that goes back generations and he has shown no signs of stopping now he’s 40, dad essentially looks like Thor, the bluest eyes I have ever seen and the whitest hair, definitely his Nordic genes he stands at 6,6 and is stocky to match his frame. As for me I am a perfect hybrid of them both i have bum length blonde/whitish hair, I have blue eyes which switch to grey depending on my mood, and my face has been referred to as Helen of Troy as dad likes to call me. I stand at 5,10, have full voluptuous breasts and a snatched waist. I have been modeling since I was born basically but my real dream is to be a world renowned surgeon as well as helping run the family business. You would think I’m an only child but I have my two older brothers Parker Sayand Preston who are 22, they are both younger versions of my dad with the height to match.We may only be two years apart but they act like my dad, defender, boy chaser and confidant

“Okay, here goes nothing” I start my walk to the lions den and see everyone awaiting my arrival. Mom (Phoebe), Dad (Patrick), Parker and Preston. “Took you long enough” the twins say and I roll my eyes. “You look beautiful princess“ my dad says. “Thanks dad” I say as the doorbell goes, “let’s do this I guess”. Martha our maid goes to open the door and welcome in our guests.

In walks Scott Moss flanked by both of his parents Rachel and Steve. Scott walks over to me gives me a hug and everyone does their introductions. We are all socializing in the lounge if you could call what I’m doing socializing. I like to call it stay off into space until I disappear, I’m shaken out of my thoughts when Scott elbows me and ask me why I’m away with the fairies. “Oh sorry should I complete a tap performance to show my excitement” I say, “why wouldn’t you be excited ? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted”. I look at him in shock and reply “you really think highly of yourself”. As the last constant leaves my mouth, the doorbell rings. “Honey can you get the door Maria is setting the table” my mom requests. I stand up in confusion as to who be joining us as last time I checked everyone that is supposed to be here is here. I swing the door open and stand theirefrozen as a 6,6 blonde hair and blue eyed angel stands in front of me. “Aren’t you going to invite me in” asks River and this wakes me up as I smile awkwardly and step aside to let him in. As he walks past I smell his scent sandalwood and musk which makes my mouth start to water