Chapter Thirty Two

Daniel

I woke up with a raging hangover and a hungry belly. The latter wasn't just for food but rather it was for the warm body I was pressured up against. How did I end up here? I remembered my failed attempt to keep my distance from my fortune hunting wife and caved in with her in our bed.

Every night I ended up seeking her warmth only made me more desperate to break whatever bond was developing between us. I knew the moment I saw her picture in the bride catalog that once I married the girl, I would be doomed and I did marry the girl my father had chosen for me and I was very nearly doomed.

I had conjured up enough reasons to stay away from her. Reasons like she wasn't the girl I had wanted to be my wife, she was a gold digger who took the first chance of selling her body for the life of riches, and the biggest and by far the most upholding reasons that I didn't love her. And I was able to keep all those reasons until she wasn't in my arm's reach and I needed...I wanted to touch