Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Aryan's POV

She was looking extra beautiful as I started at her from her pretty, styled hair to her black, painted toes. I watched as the designer helped her with her zipper. The urge to unzip that dress and see her without the dress. The dress accentuated her sexy curves. Oh damn! She has no idea of what she was doing to me. What she was making me to think.

Her beauty alone could make a pastor cuss during a sermon in church. I wished she was truly mine. I wished she was my wife and that we don't have to fake it. If we are not faking it and the world isn't against our marriage, only God knows what I would have done to that thick, tempting body of hers.

But she is not mine. I can't claim what it isn't mine. Seven or eight months from now, we would divorce and reveal to the world that we are no more together. We did a court marriage and papers were printed. She was given a mirror to check herself. She batted her eyelashes looking like a doll. Her tan skin was doing the most