*Logan*She seemed to be enjoying the attention of her friends. Oh, poor girl! She had no idea that the effects of alcohol would kick in after a few minutes. Just as I had predicted, she began to feel dizzy, clutching her head in her hands."What's wrong, Mia?" Joanna asked her."My head is spinning. I can't handle it. Everything feels like it's spinning around me," Mia said, shaking her head."It's okay, babe. You'll be fine. Let's dance. Come on," Sheena said, tugging Mia's hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. Joanna sat with me, asking me something, but my attention was fixated on Mia. The way she moved her hips seductively to the music drove me crazy. I wanted her to dance on my lap, swaying her perfect hips. Shaking my head, I couldn't bear to sit there and watch her tantalizing body amidst the crowd.I followed closely behind her and, gripping her hips, pulled her towards me. She continued to dance sensually, swaying and grinding her hips against me, driving me wild. I l
*Logan*I couldn't tear my eyes away from her stunning face. I had been gazing at her for an entire hour while she peacefully slept beside me on the bed. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her pale complexion had a faint blush. She slept as innocently as a baby, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever had in my bed.Last night, we had shared an intimate experience, and it was then that I discovered she was a virgin. It was also my first time being with a virgin. I felt a mix of happiness for being her first and confusion about her decision to lose her virginity in such a way. We had made love five times throughout the night.After an hour of sleep, I woke her up as my dick ached for her. So, I couldn't resist anymore but to take her again and again as my desire surged while I held her in my arms on the bed.I looked at her as she stirred, and her eyelashes fluttered before her deep blue eyes opened. Confusion and curiosity danc
Ryder's POV.The days passed in happiness, with my sunshine by my side. I didn't know exactly what it was between us, but whatever it was, it was the most beautiful feeling I had ever experienced, and I never wanted her to leave me.On Friday evening, I brought her to my apartment, and we made passionate love. Waking up in her arms had become a ritual for me now. After a refreshing shower and a delightful breakfast, we settled on the plush couch, cuddled up together, and became absorbed in a movie playing on the large, sleek flat-screen TV. Bella lay against my chest, finding comfort in our familiar closeness.Breaking the tranquil silence, I softly spoke, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair, "Do you remember? We have a wedding to attend next weekend."Bella turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I remember.""Have you decided what to wear? I mean, have you thought about your outfit for the wedding?" I inquired, knowing Bella's endeari
Sarah's pov.I sat in front of the vanity mirror, the ivory folds of my white wedding gown cascading around me like a cloud. My heart fluttered with excitement, sending tremors of joy through every fiber of my being. Today was the day I would marry the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the country, Alex Hamilton. He was the epitome of perfection, and the thought of being his wife left me awe-struck with gratitude for my extraordinary luck. Despite the limited time we had spent together, I couldn't deny the deep admiration and affection I had harbored for him since I was a young girl.As I gazed at my reflection, a radiant blush painted my cheeks, mirroring the uncontainable delight surging within me. My heartbeats seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic rustle of the dress, and I felt like a princess preparing to meet her prince. Today, I would walk down the aisle and pledge my eternal love to him, knowing that he would become mine for all eternity.A soft knock on my door dis
Raising my lashes slowly, my eyes met his, and for a moment, confusion flickered across my face. His handsome features were framed by a sleek black tuxedo, but his expression appeared serious and distant. My heart sank, wondering if this was how he truly felt or if it was just the weight of the occasion.We had met briefly before, during our engagement, but I knew little about him beyond his public persona. As I approached him now, I couldn't help but wonder about the life that awaited us after this grand ceremony. The anxiety within me intensified as I questioned whether I would be able to live up to his expectations as a wife.At just twenty years old, I lacked experience in matters of the heart. My parents' strict upbringing had sheltered me from the world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense of innocence that contrasted sharply with the glamour and fame that surrounded my soon-to-be husband. He was a sought-after bachelor, famous as a playboy, adored by many, and i
Bella's pov.A soft but distinct knock echoed through the room, pulling me away from my thoughts. I approached the door and turned the handle to find Ryder's mother, Savannah, standing there with a warm smile, accompanied by a professional makeup artist. Her presence radiated a sense of maternal warmth that put me at ease."Hey, Bella! You look so pretty," she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with genuine appreciation.A faint blush crept up my cheeks as I replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. You look stunning as always."Savannah chuckled lightly, brushing off the compliment. "Dear, this is Michael, our makeup artist. He's here to help you with your makeup and hair," she explained, introducing the makeup artist."Hello, Michael," I greeted him, extending my hand with a smile. "I'm really grateful for your help."Michael returned the smile, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "It's my pleasure, Bella. I've been working in this industry for years, and I must say, you have such a lovely canvas t
In this emotional swirl, I turned my attention back to Ryder, who seemed to sense my unease. His eyes locked with mine, and I caught a glimpse of an enigmatic expression that flickered across his features. Was it love? I wondered, my heart fluttering with hope and uncertainty.Before I could find that answer, the officiant began the wedding rituals, and the bride and groom exchanged their vows. When the officiant announced them as husband and wife and permitted the groom to kiss the bride, the room erupted in applause and whistles. However, the kiss between Alex and his new wife seemed more formal than affectionate. It struck me as odd, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Alex's behavior.As we exited the wedding hall, I observed that Alex didn't even carry his wife, walking away as though he were desperate to leave. I felt sympathy for his wife, as she appeared to be a genuinely nice woman. I could only hope that they would resolve whatever issues lay betwe
*Bella*As Ryder's heartfelt confession hung in the air, my eyes widened, absorbing the weight of his words. My mind became a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher the true depth of his intentions. Did he view me as just a friend, or was there something more blossoming between us?"I feel a difference when we're together, and I believe you feel it too," Ryder asserted, leaving a pause in his speech, eagerly awaiting my response. My heart raced, and I found myself at a loss for words, the intensity of the moment rendering me speechless.As he continued, his voice softened, laced with sincerity, "Bella, we have undeniable chemistry... and it's led me to a point where I never thought I'd ask you to move in with me."I gasped, my heart skipping a beat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. The gravity of his proposition sank in, and I struggled to process the depth of his feelings for me. "What are you saying, Ryder?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying both su
Ryder's POV.The club was alive with energy as the weekend reached its peak. The neon lights danced across the crowded dance floor, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the revelers. The pulsating music thumped in my chest, creating an electric atmosphere that fueled the excitement in the air. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, mingling with the overpowering aroma of perfume and cologne.Sitting at a reserved booth in a dimly lit corner, I was joined by my close friend, Alex. He exuded impatience, his foot tapping restlessly against the floor as he scanned the entrance of the club. We were regulars at this place, but tonight, our excitement was tinged with a hint of unease. We were waiting for Logan, our once dependable comrade, who seemed to have changed since his marriage to Mia."Ryder, when is Logan coming?" Alex asked, his voice edged with irritation.I understood his frustration; Logan used to be the first one to arrive, always ready to embrace the nightlife.
Logan's POV.As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh, sterile lights of the hospital room greeted me. Disoriented and weak, I blinked several times until the blurry figures around me came into focus. There was Mia, her eyes filled with worry and relief, and my family standing by her side, their faces etched with concern."Mia..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.Her eyes lit up with tears of joy as she took my hand in hers. "Thank goodness you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.My family wore expressions of both happiness and concern. My mother's eyes were red from crying, while my father's stern facade tried to hide his fear. It was then that I knew I had to be honest with them about how I felt."I can't go through with the marriage," I admitted, my voice stronger now. "I love Mia, and I can't marry someone else."My father's face turned stern, and he scolded me, "You're being impractical! You have responsibilities, and this is no time for childish whims!"Befo
Logan's POV.Amidst the busy preparations for my upcoming wedding, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease in my heart. Mia's sudden resignation from my company had left me bewildered and bruised my ego. I had made it clear to her that our relationship would remain strictly professional, yet she chose to leave."Why does it bother me so much?" I wondered aloud as I paced in my luxurious penthouse.Alex, who had been helping me with the wedding arrangements, noticed my distress."Hey, man, what's bothering you? You should be on cloud nine with your marriage just around the corner," Alex said, concern evident in his voice."I don't know, Alex. It's just that Mia's resignation hit me harder than I expected," I admitted with a sigh. "Even though I told myself I didn't care about her rejecting me, there's this nagging feeling inside me.""Why do you bother? It is not like you feel something for her, do you?" Alex inquired. "Remember, you have a stunning fiancée, a glamorous wedding ahead
Alex's POV.We all gathered at Ryder's wedding, witnessing the heartfelt exchange of vows between Ryder and Bella. Their hurried marriage brought back memories of my own wedding day, where I had first laid eyes on Sarah. But after she left, things took a painful turn. I tried countless times to meet her, to explain myself, but she refused to hear me out. Her parents, adamant in their disapproval, forbade me from entering their home. It was absurd - I was her husband, not some boyfriend they could simply cast aside. I pleaded with them, insisting that I had changed, that I wanted to be with her, but they turned a deaf ear.Unbeknownst to me, Ryder had invited Sarah to the wedding as well. My heart filled with both hope and trepidation, praying that she would show up so I could finally talk to her. And then, there she was, entering the venue in a stunning peach-colored gown. Something about her appearance was different, and it left me bewildered. Her face was radiant, and I couldn't hel
I gave myself a gentle slap on the head to snap back to reality as Ryder approached. My father released my hand as Ryder stepped forward, and he kindly helped me up onto the small platform where he stood. He leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on my cheek."You look absolutely stunning," he whispered in my ear, his eyes traversing down my form before locking onto mine once more, filled with adoration.The wedding officiant, a tall and amiable man, commenced the ceremony. As he gracefully greeted everyone and eloquently explained the significance of this union, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ryder, wanting to savor every detail of his appearance.He stood there, a picture of confidence and poise. His eyes gleamed with joy and adoration, reflecting the love that bound us together. Clad in an impeccably tailored black suit that hugged his form exquisitely, he looked every bit the dashing groom. His short, dark hair was slicked back to perfection, accentuating his handsome features. He
Bella's POV.The sound of my phone jolted me awake from my slumber, disturbing the peaceful moment I had been sharing with Ryder. Gently, I disentangled myself from his embrace, aware that I was still unclothed, and hurriedly pulled the sheet to cover myself before answering the call."Mum!" I greeted cheerfully, my heart still elated from Ryder's heartfelt confession of love."Bella, what is going on?" Her voice carried a tone of anger.Confused by her question, I asked, "What do you mean, mum?""You and Ryder are all over the news, and your father is furious," she complained.My mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. "What? I don't understand, mum. What's happening?""Where are you right now, Bella?" Her concern was evident."I am... I am..." I hesitated, unable to come up with a lie."Are you with Ryder?" She guessed, and I fell silent, confirming her suspicion."Why did you do this, Bella?" Her disappointment in me was palpable.Suddenly, the phone was snatched from my ha
Ryder's POV.My futile attempts to incite jealousy in Bella by meeting other girls left me feeling disheartened. No matter who I interacted with, she remained composed and collected, as if her emotions were impervious to my antics. Undeterred, I had to switch to plan B.I smirked as I thought about it because it was foolproof, and Ryder never failed to get what he wanted."Bella, I have planned a vacation for us," I called her while she was in school.I smiled as I could imagine her eyes widened in surprise."What? No, Ryder, I can't go on vacation, and, most of all, I have some assignments to complete," she replied, her voice tinged with reluctance."Come on, Bella. Mum is persistent about my marriage, so it will be our last vacation together. I am sending my secretary. Give her your passport. We are going to Switzerland for a week. Just me and you. I want to spend some time with you alone," I insisted, hoping she would agree."Abroad trip? You will get clicked by the media, and I do
I could feel anger and frustration bubbling up inside me. "Do you really not care if my mother wants me to marry a girl of her choice? It doesn't bother you," I asked, my voice trembling with suppressed anger.Her response shocked me, as she remained calm and matter-of-fact. "Why should it bother me? We are not committed. We are not in a relationship. You should get married, and your family wants it too," she stated, causing my frustration to escalate.Feeling a mix of desperation and vulnerability, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Bella, I want to settle down with you," I confessed shamelessly, my heart laid bare before her. I knew she might not fully understand, given her age, but I had to take the chance. I was willing to set aside my pride and beg her to marry me.Her response was not what I had hoped for, and it hit me like a heavy blow. "Are you mad? Ryder, I am still in school. I want to complete my studies. I want to make my career first. I can't think about settling down in
Ryder's POV.At 9:00 a.m. on a lazy Sunday morning, my peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. I groggily reached for it, wondering who could possibly be disturbing me at this ungodly hour. To my delight, Bella stirred in my arms, her tiny meows adding a touch of charm to the waking chaos.I carefully placed Bella on the pillow, ensuring her continued comfort, before reluctantly sitting up to answer the call. The screen displayed my mother's face, which meant it was likely to be something important. I swiped the answer button and, slipping my feet into slippers, made my way to the balcony, hoping to maintain some tranquility around Bella's sleeping form."Hey mum! What's up? Why did you have to call so early on a Sunday morning?" I questioned, attempting to sound both concerned and slightly annoyed."Ryder, I've sent some pictures of the daughters from reputable families to your number. Take a look and choose one of them. I'll set up a date for