My Fiancé's Ferrari​

Summary

My father called me at my top-secret facility post and ordered me home for an arranged marriage.

My fiancé was perfect on paper—handsome, successful, chairman of the region’s top corporation.

Due to my security clearance, I couldn’t fly commercial. My commanding officer lent me his personal vehicle to help me make a good impression.

I arrived at my fiancé’s headquarters on time. While backing into a parking spot, a red Ferrari screeched toward me. I hit it before I could brake.