On the narrow sofa, Pierce pressed tightly against me, his fingers idly playing with the expensive jewels embedded in my strapless dress, the touch filled with teasing and temptation. His eyes narrowed, a cold, calculating look overtaking his expression, though beneath his lashes, there seemed to be a hint of desire.We remained frozen, neither of us speaking, as the stifling summer breeze stirred my loose hair."If you're looking for a thrill, Pierce, go find someone off the street," I said, pushing at his shoulders, trying to break the tension. "I won’t let you ruin my wedding."He remained silent but then suddenly spoke. His hand clamped around my wrist, pinning me down beneath him. His eyes, once dull, now burned with intensity."Why him?" he asked as if convinced that my marriage to Henry was just to spite him.I gave a mocking smile, a trace of sarcasm in my voice. "Why not him? What if I told you I love him?"Pierce stared at me, stunned, disbelief flashing across his face."An
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