All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ANYA The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the room as I stretched my arms lazily. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness. That’s when I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned my head slowly and nearly swallowed my tongue. Hunter stood near the window, hands casually tucked into his pockets. He was dressed in a sharp black suit that hugged his body perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a luxury fashion ad. His smile was slow and wicked. “Good morning, Cherie.” I swallowed and sat up, quickly rubbing my face as if that could wipe away the awkwardness. “Good morning, Hunter.” He took a few steps closer, his gaze warm and teasing. “How was your night?” There it was....that amused tone that could make anyone think he was harmless, but made me uncomfortable because I knew what he was capable of. The memories of last night hit me like a tidal wave—the nightmare, Hunter comforting me, his lips on m

ANYA Cross stared at me, his eyes wild with disbelief. "What? So the rumors are true? How could you? How could you marry someone else when you know how I feel about you, Anya?" His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt my throat tighten, but I forced myself to breathe. I turned away from him, staring blankly at the wall as I tried to find the right words. "It wasn’t my choice," I said softly. Cross's footsteps moved closer until I could feel his warmth behind me. "What do you mean?" His voice was softer now, filled with confusion and hurt. I closed my eyes, remembering every terrible moment. "Hunter showed up at my house the next day. He threatened to destroy my father’s company if I didn't marry him, Cross. He said he’d crush everything my father built. My dad almost had a heart attack. I couldn’t... I couldn’t let that happen." My voice broke, and I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. Cross’s hand gently rested on my shoulder. "Anya... I’m so sorry." I t

ANYA Hunter took a step closer to me, "Are you already so eager about our plans for tonight?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.My heart sank as I recalled what lay in store for me. The lightness in his tone felt sharp, almost mocking. I forced a smile, but it slipped away before I could catch it. Hunter’s eyes narrowed as he chuckled. "What happened? Didn’t you come here to tell me your decision? Go ahead and do it. Will it be a blowjob or a bath?" I stepped back again as if his words had pushed me. My chest tightened, and I felt the air grow thicker. I shook my head. "I’ll tell you later... at home." He frowned, confused but still curious. "So why did you want to speak to me?" I swallowed hard, feeling the words stick in my throat. I had practiced this speech in my head over and over, but now that it was time, everything felt wrong. "I have a friend," I began, my voice quieter than I intended. "Her name is Bernice." Hunter crossed his arms, watching me carefull

ANYA My heart raced as Bernice's words echoed in my head. For a fleeting moment, I had felt relieved when she offered to take my place in Hunter's room. But then, the weight of the situation crashed down on me like a wave. This wasn’t just about me. I couldn’t risk the life of Evans, my best friend, my anchor in this nightmare. Hunter wasn’t a man you could predict. What if Bernice’s actions enraged him? What if he ordered Evans’ death out of spite? I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I couldn’t let that happen. “No,” I said firmly, rushing toward her. “I can’t let you do this.” Bernice’s eyes narrowed as I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Listen to me,” I began. “I understand why you’re here. But Hunter asked me to go to his room and it’s almost time. If I don’t show up, things could go horribly wrong. I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt. Please, don’t stop me.” Her reaction was immediate and explosive. She shoved my hands off her shoulders, her face twiste

ANYA I don’t know why hearing him say "please" felt like he had cast a spell on me, and the walls I’d tried so hard to keep up began to crumble. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body moved on its own. My trembling fingers wrapped around his cock, warm and hard, and I began to stroke him slowly. Hunter groaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned forward, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as our kiss deepened, messy and desperate. I felt his body tense under my touch as I continued stroking him, his breaths ragged against my lips. Every moan he let out was like fuel to my fire, igniting something wild and uncontrollable inside me. Suddenly, Hunter pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving. “This won’t do,” he muttered, his voice husky and strained. Before I could ask what he meant, he swept me off the ground like I weighed nothing. A startled gasp