If anyone ever approaches you with a ‘proposal’ and offers you a sum of money to marry them, handsome or not, especially if you know nothing about them, just turn and run. Why? Because that is the situation I found myself in now and I’m afraid of being a runaway bride. For one, I have already accepted the first monthly payment with a goofy grin on my face, like the greedy idiot I am. And I have also signed a contract, which I didn’t read so yeah. I’m fucked.An icy chill runs through my body because I am terrified of what was waiting for me behind the doors, which leads to a lush green garden. Maybe it’s better to say who is waiting for me. A man I hardly know. We met only three times, and it was to go over our ‘wedding’ plans.‘’Ready?’’ a voice asked.I look at the wedding planner, wanting to shake my head, but there is no backing out now. Besides, I fear what these overly rich-people will do to me.When the door finally opens, all the attendants there stand up at attention when th
A WEEK EARLIER...______________________________________________________________________________________________________________I stare up at the office building that is situated in the middle of the busy intersection of York Street, which already has a mid-day crowd bustling about.Even though it is the first day of spring, the air is still chilly, so I wear my best outfit. Which is an ugly brown pea coat with dress pants, and I know it won’t be much to impress anyone. Neither will the falsified documents in the one strap big I have across my shoulder.When I finally make it inside and over to the front desk, the young lady there who is popping gum and staring at her phone screen stares up at me as if to ask why am I even bothering to come here.‘’I’m here for an interview,’’ I tell her.She pops her gum and chews it loudly before passing me a lanyard with a visitor’s tag at the end.‘’Your interview is on the last floor,’’ she tells me in a bored tone.I follow her instructions up
Sure enough, just as I slip my shoes on, the doorbell rings with a big balding man standing there.‘’I’m here to take you to dinner,’’ he says. His voice matching his appearance.When I get to the fancy, upscale restaurant, Asher isn’t that hard to miss as he sits by himself at a table by himself, typing away on his phone and oblivious to the stares of the surrounding women.As I walk over to him, he stands and the first thing I notice is the small black box on the table. He follows my eyes, then gestures for me to take a seat. When I do, a waitress comes over with a brilliant smile on her face.‘’Are you ready to order?’’ she asks.Asher motions for me to go first, but with me never been to a restaurant like this before. I say, ‘’why don’t you order for me?’’A look I can’t place my finger on flashes across his face, but he still orders for the two of us.‘’So, why am I here?’’‘’Straight to the point, then,'' he says.Asher opens the box and gazes down at the ring inside.“Think of
Present day… _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘’Asher, I think if we are going to do this you should just be truthful with me. There is no way you can tell me that there is nothing you want out of this.’’ He takes a deep breath. ‘’In order to gain full control of my father’s company, I have to be married. It is just a stupid requirement of his, and he only gave me a year's time to be in the marriage.’’ ‘’What? Why didn’t you just tell me the truth in the first place?’’ ‘’It was placed in the contract. I never wanted to say it out loud because my father’s terms are quite ridiculous. But he claims that it's to prove to him that I can be a ‘family man.’’ ‘’It was?’’ ‘’You didn’t read the contract, did you?’’ Asher asks. I begin to babble, and he gives a curt nod. ‘’Could have sold your soul then and wouldn’t know.’’ ‘’How does one sell their soul?’’ I ask. Asher shakes his head. ‘’The point is, you should have
Bright and early the next morning, I get ready for work so I can drown myself in the company’s affairs and get away from what I had done. The fact that I am now a married man kept me awake the entire night, which means the only way to survive this day is to chug two gallons of coffee and have the air conditioning on blast. While still tying my tie, I walk past the room she is in and pause after hearing mumbles coming from inside. I know no one else is in there with her because we are the only two living in this house now. She must be talking to herself. Which is something I notice she does a lot. The only thing I’m curious about is why she is up so early because she doesn’t work. I shake my head and walk away, because why do I even care that much? When I get to work, it is five-thirty, which is much earlier than my normal time. No one else is here as yet except for the doorman who opens the door for me and a cleaning lady who has chunky headphones over her ears. She dances as sh
‘’And what?’’ I ask. She gives me a look. ‘’I can go to prison. You might as well, but a pretty boy like you won’t last long.’’ ‘’Excuse me?’’ “I don’t know, but you have money and can get out of this if Vincent should ever find out about this.’’ “Stop talking,’’ I know that my tone is harsh, but it made her shut up pretty quickly. ‘’Why do you think Vincent will find out about this?’’ ‘’I don’t know, but even so, I think I will only be trouble for you.’’ “You’ll make trouble for me.’’ I laugh. ‘’What kind of trouble are we talking about?’’ When she couldn’t provide an answer, I just laugh. ‘’Mary, you have nothing to worry about.’’ She gives me a look. ‘’What did you just call me?’’ ‘’Mary, that’s your name.’’ ‘’Millie, my name is Millie.’’ She sits down on the sofa and holds her head. ‘’I know that this won’t work.’’ I pinch the bridge of my nose, and these are the type of people you don't commit illegal activities with. ''Millie, I don't think you understand the laws o
I give a small smile when a camera turns my way. The man behind it does something to the lens before snapping several photos of me.This sets me on edge because I know for sure someone will find out that what Asher and I are doing is a sham and I’m sure the government will see my pictures and come searching for me.‘’Are you ready for this?’’ Asher asks.I shake my head. ‘’No, what if someone-’’‘’Stop with the what ifs, everything will be just fine.’’I let out a breath because I know things won’t be, and he doesn’t understand how I feel. I have to be looking over my shoulders ever since I came to this place, while he is basically the king here.‘’Just let me do all the talking unless someone asks you a question,’’ Asher whispers.When we make our way to the podium, that is where more pictures are snapped of us and people begin to fire question after question.‘’Asher, can you tell us about this marriage? How did it come about?’’ one woman asks.‘’Why did you get married?’’ someone e
“Asher, can you confirm if what your wife said is true?’’ Aaron asks. ‘’I don't know what she said,’’ is Asher’s only reply. The next thing I know, Asher is pulling me down the stairs. I try to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong. ‘’Would you let go of me?’’ ‘’Sorry, it's just that I don’t want this to escalate. I know how these reporters can get.’’ ‘’No, I’m sorry. I should have known better than to talk to anyone here.’’ I tell him. Asher stops to look t me. ‘’No, I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight. I know how this place can be. I should have done more to keep you away from Leonard.’’ ‘’That's his name?’’ I ask. ‘’Yes, but don’t worry about it.’’ Asher takes my hand again and begins to lead me to the car when the female he was with earlier stops us. ‘’Asher, don’t tell me that you are leaving.’’ “Yes, sorry, but my wife isn’t feeling too well. Plus, there has been an incident I don’t want her to stick around and be exposed to much of this.’’ Asher nods at
Asher lustfully licks at my skin. When he quickens his pace just a fraction, I suck in a breath of air. “Shit.” “You’ll come again.” “Always giving orders,” I murmur, all my focus on the spot where we become one. “It wasn’t an order, Millie, just pointing out the obvious.” He buries his face in my neck and pinches my nipple, his thrusts uncompromising. I release something between a gasp and a groan. God, the strength of him holding me, it is just as powerful as his Thrusts. I loosen my hold on his wrist and splay my hand on top of his, silently telling him I want more pressure. “I’ll bruise you,” he whispers. “I want you to,” I whisper back, turning my head and pressing my forehead against his hot throat. “Why?” “I want everything from you, Asher, everything and more. I want you to leave a mark on me.” It is nothing more than a breathy statement that has a double meaning as I realize I am seconds away from another orgasm. “Open your mouth,” he orders, moving his head bac
The second his lips gives mine a break, Asher goes for my ears, licking and nipping his way down my throat to my boobs. I arch my back, offering myself to him. He latch onto my nipple with his mouth and start sucking with deep, sensual pulls as his other hand moves to caress and knead the other, getting it ready for the same treatment. I let my head drop back and tangled my fingers through his hair, gripping tight. My heart feels like it is beating in my throat, my pulse all over the place. There is one thing I am sure of: I would never forget Asher and his touch in this lifetime. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth deeper and harder than I am expecting him to, I have to steady myself with one hand curling around the hard muscle of his shoulder as I try my very best to catch my breath. Never in my life have I come from just that, but I am surprisingly close. “Asher,” I murmur on an exhalation as he hum and sucked my nipples, sending electricity all over my body. I am not sur
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
Releasing my breath, I lay there and cry my eyes out, wishing this would be easier. I wipe my tears, looking out the window. The door opens and I feel like just yelling at him, it seems as if he is just torturing me. Asher gets into bed beside me. ‘’I’m sorry.’’ His hand soon drops across me and as much as I want the comfort, I can’t let me play with my emotions like this. He moves his hand then start stroking my waist and then my arm. “Talk to me?” He kisses my neck How can I think of anything when he is touching me? “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but I have nothing to say to you. This is all so confusing and I hate how you are with me at times.’’ I pause, thinking about what to say. ‘’I don’t like mind games and it feels just like that. You want me, you hate me. You are all loving then you are arrogant.’’ ‘’All of this is new to me Millie.’’ ‘’And don’t you think it is the same for me? I got married, lost my virginity and had a baby all in a year. Do you think I wanted
He also kisses me. I don’t know why I am so surprised, but he kisses me so many times. Every time he leans forward and I feel his lips moving against mine, asking for entrance, my heart lose its steady rhythm and I felt excitement bubbling up inside me, the kind of excitement you don’t know how to hold in, an excess of happiness. I love it. I completely fell for him, I don’t know when but here I am acting like a shy little school girl to a man I am already married to. But this is the most perfect date I’ve ever had in my life. My husband is perfect. With all his arrogance and prickliness, Asher, the once player is perfect for me. He isn’t what I have had in mind or even what I have wanted for myself, but he is perfect and already mine, truly mine. There is no doubt of that in my mind. ****** I wake in the middle of the night, finding Asher spooning me. I guess things are back to normal for us, the first two to three weeks after giving birth he would act as if I have the plague.
I sit down, and he takes his spot across from me. He looks at me for a long moment before he let out a long breath. “You take my breath away, Millie Thomas.” There goes my own breath. That is as real and as perfect as it gets. “Is this one of those times?” “Yes.” Clearing my throat, I lean my elbows on the table and rest my head on my hands. “That’s a good start. Keep going.” He smiles then his eyes slowly drops to my boobs. ‘Finally!’ I thought. “I thought I told you to cover yourself up, head to toe.” “And I listened to you,” I agree easily. “I wore my coat, my scarf, my gloves, my beret. I wore everything I could wear.” “Nice try,” he counter, shaking his head. “It’s freezing out there, you’re going to get sick.” “I won’t. It’s all cozy and warm and perfect in here.” A kid who barely looks sixteen drops off our menus, cutting into our conversation. I drop my elbows from the table and start checking out the options. The kid next to us is chattering away and making
“Take as much time as you need. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” “Okay. Promise I won’t be long. You can keep the maid’s company.” “Yes. How did I not think of that? I’ll just go do that.” When I can’t see him anymore, I shout after him from my perch on the stairs. “What should I wear? What kind of date is it?” “It’s a date—what else do you need to know? And I don’t care what you wear as long as you cover yourself up, neck to toe.” I do exactly that. I wear a red dress that isn’t too flashy. Short sleeves, open V neck, a relax fabric that gently hugs both my boobs and my hips and ends just above my knees. I quickly dry my thick hair and straightened it. I do my makeup, focusing heavily on the eyes. I wear my thick black coat and wrap my scarf around my neck, also donning my black leather gloves. Grabbing my cream ribbed beret from the top shelf of my closet, I put it on my head and walk out of the room in a hurry. I can’t exactly run yet because too much movement still caus
THERE iS a small knock on the door before it cracks open. “Millie?” ‘’Why are you knocking? We sleep in the same room.’’ I narrow my eyes. Then again, if you don’t want to have sex with me don’t come in,” I warn the only person who could be knocking on the door. Despite my warning, he opens it and stands there in all his glory. Same suit, same everything, face and frown and all. I stand there in my thankfully matching green bra and panties. I am standing with the towel in my hands, and I keep standing there as his hungry eyes takes in every inch of my half-naked body. I have hips now, but I like them. I like that there is more curve to me, a curve that love the touch of his hands. My boobs are much bigger from giving birth, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. I’ve never been happier to have almost C cups now as I’ve been when I caught his eyes on them a time or two. In any case, we stand just like that, him in the doorway with eyes glued to me, me in the middle of the room with my b
“That word, babe just about killed me, Asher.” “You’re trying to distract me,” he mutters, and I smile because it is exactly what I am doing and it is working perfectly. I tilt my head to the side and take a big breath before going in again. No one had ever kissed me like Asher does, sure it hadn’t been much guys who have had the pleasure to search my mouth with their tongue, and I don’t think I ever want to find out if there is anyone else out there who could. “Why would I do that?” I whispers, my lips still touching his. I bite my lip. “Don’t get angry, I’m not saying we should act on it, but I really want you, Asher. Just so you know, it has been two months since I had our baby. I am so horny for you, I need to feel you again.” I feel his smile against my mouth and then his warm chuckle. The sound makes my heart sigh in happiness. “Really? I had no idea. You only say and text it every day, a couple times a day.” “And you never say it, or text it, or do it.” “Because I can