All Chapters of Don't Touch The Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Miles I sat at the dining table, pushing the food around my plate, pretending like I wasn't just jerking off to the image of Cheryl in that wet bikini. My chest tightened as the memory intruded again, followed by the moment I ripped our marriage certificate. “Ahem,” Minnie cleared her throat, her tone dripping with mischief. I glanced up and caught the smirk playing on her lips. “Why did you both take so long? Were you…” “Shut up,” I snapped, cutting her off before she could finish the thought. “Sorry,” she muttered, rolling her eyes, but the smug grin didn’t entirely fade. My gaze shifted to Cheryl. Her bloodshot eyes and downcast face made guilt churn in my stomach. I didn’t understand her. Hell, I didn’t understand women, period. One moment she was calling me a groomer, and the next, she was crying because I suggested boundaries. Unable to bear the oppressive silence and the odd glances my mom and Minnie kept throwing my way, I pushed back my chair. “Good night,” I mutter

Miles The way she said my name—Miles—itched at my brain. It was the first time she’d ever called me by my first name. Did it mean she wanted us to be more casual now? No.As much as I loved hearing her say it, we couldn’t go back. If we wanted to survive this mess, we had to keep our distance.My phone buzzed on my desk, snapping me out of my thoughts. Gavin’s name flashed on the screen.“You’re going to kill the girl, Miles,” his voice boomed as soon as I picked up.“What? Who?” I asked, frowning in confusion.“Cheryl,” he snapped. “She called me, wailing about how you’re avoiding her.”“What the fuck? Stay the hell out of my marriage,” I hissed.“Now she’s your wife? I thought you ripped up the marriage certificate,” he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.“My mistake for telling you that,” I muttered.“Look, just bring her to the island. She’s miserable, Miles. If you won’t, I will,” Gavin warned before hanging up.His words hit a nerve. I slammed my phone down, packed my t

Miles The only sound in my office was the gentle drip of coffee pouring into my mug. I hadn’t seen Cheryl or her friend all evening—not that I was keeping tabs. I’d been buried in work, but the thought of the two of them unsupervised gnawed at me. It was fine if they had fun, but I didn’t want them getting into trouble.I grabbed my mug and returned to my desk, trying to focus on the never-ending pile of work. This week was supposed to be a break for me, but the demands of my position didn’t seem to care. My phone lit up, Gavin’s name flashing on the screen.“Hey,” I said, placing the phone to my ear and taking a sip of coffee.“Cheryl’s drunk,” Gavin said, his voice slurred but serious. “You need to come get her. I don’t trust myself to—”“Gavin!” I snapped, anger flaring instantly.I could hear his stupid laugh in the background, mingled with loud music and shouting. The sound was maddening. Without thinking, I slammed my phone onto the desk and bolted out the door, heading straigh

Cheryl I lingered in the corner, pretending to focus on my drink while stealing glances at Mr. Han. Deep down, I hated how easily he could break down my anger. He knew it, too—he always knew. His friends and their partners danced nearby, their laughter blending with the soft hum of music, but I couldn’t care less.When his gaze finally lifted, catching mine, my breath hitched. He looked utterly unbothered, leaning back in his chair with that knowing smirk of his, like he could see straight through me.“Come here, baby,” he said, tucking his phone into his pocket and unbuttoning his jacket. The casual gesture emphasized the power and confidence he exuded, making him look like some untouchable, irresistible sex god.I hesitated, but only for a moment. My body betrayed me before my mind could catch up. I walked toward him and settled on his lap, my head resting gently against his chest. His hand instinctively came up to stroke my hair, his fingers gliding through the strands with a tend

Miles"I really hate the way that rum tastes like," I grimaced, pushing the bottle and cup toward Gavin.He smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Aww, Cheryl is here," he teased, completely ignoring my protest.I scowled. "I don’t know what you were thinking making rum from apple juice."Before Gavin could respond, Isaac finally looked up from his iPad, tossing it onto the table. "Guys, I think I want to buy a yacht and name it after my wife.""Aww… you want to buy a yacht and name it after your wife?" Cheryl slid onto my lap with a bright smile, hijacking the conversation. "That's so romantic!"She picked up Isaac’s iPad and scrolled through the selection of yachts. "If you're looking to buy something she’d like, then this one is beautiful," she said, handing the tablet back to him.Isaac’s face lit up. "She actually told me she liked this one.""She's so lucky to have you," Cheryl said enthusiastically.Got it. She wants me to buy a yacht and name it after her.Without a