The world spun, even with my eyes closed as I woke up—I could still feel it. I had definitely had too much to drink at my sister’s pathetic wedding. Smiling, I snuggled deeper into my small bed. It was hard to pick the best part of that hellish wedding—the critical mother-in-law, the hypocritical father, or the sulking groom who had been miserable all night.I tried to fall back asleep, hoping the hangover would ease, but worried it might be late, I forced my eyes open. Blurry, I saw it was 2 PM, which wasn’t too bad. I snuggled back down, pressing my back against the warmth beside me. It felt so good—so warm."Are you doing that on purpose? I swear you are."My eyes flew open, and I turned in shock to find… Lucius lying beside me, his face resting on his arm. I reacted faster than I could think, trying to push myself away from him while screaming at the top of my lungs.But my bed was tiny, and in my attempt to get away, I tumbled backward, landing on the floor with a thud. I groa
"Very funny, huh? It was obvious this apartment didn’t match your lifestyle. I’ll move in with you, but I’ll keep visiting my place regularly—it’s my investment," I told him, settling our arrangement. He seemed satisfied. "Another thing we need to discuss: how long is this marriage supposed to last?""Two to three years should be enough.""Two to three years? Isn’t that too long?""Trust me, I’m not giving my family the satisfaction of seeing me divorce within a year. They’re probably betting on how short my marriage will last. I’m not letting them win. Or do you have other plans during that time?"I mulled over being locked in a contract for that long. I’d be nearing 30 when it was all over, but I stood to gain a lot if I played my cards right."I can understand that. Who would’ve thought you’d put more thought into our relationship than just sex?" I teased.He didn’t take the bait."To clarify, sex is still a top priority. I have a varied and intense sexual appetite, and you’l
It was just another Tuesday, during an ordinary week at work. No extravagant or noteworthy events had happened during the workday worth mentioning, except that we had been given Monday off to recover from the aftermath of Amanda’s wedding.That said, I had to note how unusually calm the office was after a day off. I was typing up a document on my computer, my mind drifting to how quiet and peaceful everything felt."Your favorite. To start the week off right," Amy announced as she placed a cup of coffee on my desk.First, I noticed the branded cup—she had gotten it from an outside café. Then, I looked at her, holding another tray with several coffees. She was smiling and being friendly toward me."Thanks..." I said uncertainly, taking a sip.I was unsure because Amy had never bought me coffee before. She had never smiled at me like this or been so friendly. To top it off, Melanie walked over and placed a box of fried pastries on my desk."You’ve got to try these. They’re from the
“So, what’s going on? You go first; you’re terrible at hiding when something’s bothering you,” Lucius said.The sad part was that he was right. I was awful at handling my emotions and keeping them hidden.“Seems like everyone out there knows we’re getting married… and they’re treating me suspiciously well. Amy even joked about me inviting her to the wedding,” I explained.Lucius tilted his head, puzzled.“With that ring on your finger and the way we danced at our sister’s wedding, they’d have to be idiots not to figure it out,” he said, pulling off his blanket.I went from feeling like a regular weirdo to feeling like an embarrassed weirdo.“Could you never refer to Amanda as ‘our sister’ again?” I demanded.“I don’t know, the more I think about it, it kind of turns me on,” he joked flirtatiously.I rolled my eyes dramatically, pretending to cry, and Lucius laughed like the shameless guy he was. Then he pulled out a black envelope from a compartment, handing it to me.“What’s
"I think I’ve got it. Would you be okay with an outdoor ceremony?""I wouldn’t mind. I’ll send you my guest list tonight," Lucius said, already distracted by a call that had come in, his face showing clear annoyance.I held back a smile as I left his office, a massive task on my shoulders—organizing a wedding in less than a month.-The first step in planning a wedding was finding the right venue. I reached out to several halls and clubs for appointments, but this yacht club responded the quickest. Currently, I was walking along the docks with Jenna and the event coordinator, taking in the stunning view."The civil ceremony can be held in our gardens, and the reception can be held inside," the woman explained.The club screamed elegance and luxury from every angle. It was beautiful, but it also felt like one of those places reserved for a very specific crowd. Lucius sure knew how to set a high bar."Could we hold both the ceremony and reception outside?" Jenna asked."It’s poss
What I thought would be a simple wedding venue search had turned into a nightmare. I was pinned against the bathroom wall by a stranger who seemed to hate me though I didn’t even know her. Her sharp nails dug into my cheeks, and she was hurling insults in a language I didn’t understand. It hurt."Let me go!" I demanded, pushing at the woman’s chest. But she didn’t let go."I’m just getting started with you!" she yelled, her voice filled with fury. "What do you have on him? Are you pregnant? You’re just a child!""My relationship is none of your business! Let me go, or I’ll call security!" I tried to pry her claws off my face, but her grip was too strong.The woman laughed—a cold, chilling sound, like my threat amused her. Her icy blue eyes and blonde hair gave her a menacing aura. I was terrified and wished I were anywhere else but there.A small spark of hope appeared when the bathroom door opened. Two tall men in uniform stepped in. Finally, security! I had a way out."Help! Sh
Yes, we were escorted out of the club by staff and security. As they closed the gate behind us, our proud faces gave way to fear.“Why did that woman just threaten to kill you?” Jenna asked, trembling.She wasn’t the only one trembling.“The worst part is… I don’t know,” I answered, just as shaky as she was.-The shaking eventually stopped during our silent taxi ride home. It was a trip full of questions, none of which had answers. When we reached Jenna’s apartment, I asked the driver to take me to the source of the problem instead of dropping me off at my place.Lucius Brown.That’s why I was standing at the door of his apartment, ringing the bell, waiting for him to answer. The door opened quickly, but it wasn’t him—it was a woman in a uniform, someone who probably worked for him.“Miss Marianne, please come in. The mister is in the shower,” she informed me.I walked into the apartment and saw she wasn’t the only one. Two other women were cleaning—one vacuuming under the fu
He said nothing.“So, did you break up with her? Or is that why she made a scene?” I demanded.Still no answer. My frustration boiled over, and I marched into the shower, opening the glass door. Water splashed onto my face and clothes, but he didn’t even flinch. So I made the first move—I stepped into the shower and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.Big mistake.Lucius spun, but not to answer me. Instead, he pushed me against the shower wall, holding me by the waist and neck, pulling me under the hot water. In seconds, I was drenched, trapped in his arms, and his lips were on mine.He kissed me deeply, possessively, his hands gripping my backside. I tried to push him away, but it was useless. I couldn’t match his strength. Worse, I couldn’t resist the effect he had on my body. Admitting that my so-called immunity was a lie, I let my own desire take over.He slid off my jacket, leaving my wine-stained blouse soaked and my bra fully visible. He wasn’t satisfied with