Ch. 431..440

Chapter 431 A Virgin Logan's POV:

She seemed to be enjoying the attention of her friends. Oh, poor girl! She had no idea that the effects of alcohol would kick in after a few minutes. Just as I had predicted, she began to feel dizzy, clutching her head in her hands. "What's wrong, Mia?" Joanna asked her.

"My head is spinning. I can't handle it. Everything feels like it's spinning around me," Mia said, shaking her head.

"It's okay, babe. You'll be fine. Let's dance. Come on," Sheena said, tugging Mia's hand and pulling her towards the dance floor. Joanna sat with me, asking me something, but my attention was fixated on Mia. The way she moved her hips seductively to the music drove me crazy. I wanted her to dance on my lap, swaying her perfect hips. Shaking my head, I couldn't bear to sit there and watch her tantalizing body amidst the crowd.

I followed closely behind her and, gripping her hips, pulled her towards me. She continued to dance sensually, swaying and grinding her hips against me, driving me wild. I let out a groan, craving more. Placing my hand on her left cheek, I turned her face towards the right, positioning her at an angle that allowed me to reach over her shoulder and kiss her lips. I pressed my lips against hers, giving her a passionate smooch. She moaned into my mouth, and I teased the seam of her lips with my tongue, coaxing them to part for me. I gently held her bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a slight bite. She gasped, and I seized the opportunity to explore her mouth with my tongue. She tasted like a mix of tequila and chocolate, a delightful combination. I savored every corner of her mouth, leaving no part untasted. She turned in my arms to face me, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me closer. I pressed her soft body against mine and felt my excitement grow. She mirrored my movements, and together we moved

in sync.

Fuck.

At that moment, my self-control shattered completely. I had to have her right then and there. I grabbed her wrist and led her upstairs to the room I always had reserved in this club.

As soon as we entered the room, we

couldn't keep our hands off each other. Her kisses matched my passion. It felt as if an irresistible force was drawing me towards her. She was so captivating and addictive; I couldn't get enough I longed to taste her, to possess her, to make her mine. Unable to hold back any longer, I removed my jacket and loosened my tie, letting it hang loosely around my neck. She watched me with hooded eyes, licking her pink lips seductively.

I gently lifted the edge of her dress, pulling it upwards and removing it from her body Carefully, I placed it aside. Guiding her towards the bed, I pushed her down softly and

positioned myself above her. Hep et

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black silk panties caught my attention, so I reached over and gradually slid them down her legs, exposing her bare, intimate area. She had beautifully shaped curves in all the right places. Placing my hands on either side of her head, I found myself captivated by her deep blue eyes. It was impossible for me to look away from her face.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer and pressing her lips against mine. Our passionate kiss felt as if we were savoring the last drop of water in a desert. I was overjoyed to discover that she desired me as much as I desired her. I kissed her with all the intensity within me,

rendering her breathless and

yearning for air.

Reluctantly, I moved my lips away from hers and proceeded to plant wet kisses along her cheeks and jawline, trailing down her neck. As I reached behind her ear, I gently sucked on the soft skin, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her as I nibbled on her sensitive spot. In my arms, she became a writhing bundle of desire. I couldn't help but be amused when she began fiddling with the buckle of my belt.

She sighed in frustration as she struggled to open it.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her impatience. She looked incredibly attractive when she desired me, even though she didn't realize it.

I assisted her in removing my belt, then unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. I slid my pants and boxers down my legs, completely discarding them to the side. Meanwhile, she continued hastily fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, accidentally tearing some of them off. I rolled my eyes, wondering what I would wear in the morning.

Now we both were naked and there was nothing parting us.

 

Chapter 432 A Virgin Growing increasingly impatient, I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in and gently kissed her full round breast, drawing her nipple into my mouth.

She arched her back and pressed my face closer to her round breast. The way her body responded to my touch turned me on even more.I carefully caressed my tongue over her pink nipple, gently nibbling and biting until her soft bud swelled in my mouth. I leaned back to admire my artwork before moving on to the next area,

wanting to make it just as intense as the first.

The sounds she made assured me that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I descended slowly, planting kisses on her flat stomach. With a firm grip, I parted her thighs and hoisted one leg onto my shoulder, lifting her slightly. Lowering my face, I craved to taste sweet honey as I took a long swipe along the edge of her vagina. I heard her moan loudly and felt her body start to move and tremble. I had to hold her hips to keep her still, allowing me to pleasure her with my mouth. I drew her sensitive bud into my mouth, causing her to shiver and writhe like a fish out of water. She

gripped my hair and pulled it lightly, eliciting a hiss from me. It hurt, but in that moment, I was too consumed by the taste of her sweet essence.

Eager to satisfy her further, I slid a thick finger inside her tight, wet opening. She clenched around my finger with such intensity. She was drenched and ready for me to claim her.

I pulled out my finger. I took a pack of condoms from the back pocket of my pants and opened it with my teeth. Slipping the rubber onto my dick, I positioned myself at her center. She looked at me, biting her lips and breathing heavily.

Unable to wait any longer, I pushed my penis inside her tight opening. She cried out, and I froze.

Fuck me.

She was a virgin, and she hadn't told me. I felt guilty, not understanding why. I must have hurt her with my impatience. I needed to slow down.

"Take it easy, babe. Are you okay? Should I pull out? Is it hurting a lot?" I tried to calm her down.

She didn't speak. I noticed tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. I wiped them away with my fingers and kissed her eyes, nose, and finally, her lips. After a few moments, she responded to my kiss and kissed me back. I pulled back to look into her eyes and asked, "Can I...?"

She nodded, and I began moving slowly and gently inside her. She gasped and bit her lips, trying to hold back her cries.

"Don't hold back, baby. Cry as much as you want," I told her, and she let out a squeak.

After a few thrusts, her cries turned into moans, and her hips started moving, matching my rhythm. I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. She was now enjoying it, moaning loudly and begging for more.

Soon, I noticed her stomach tensing and her muscles tightening around my cock. "Let it out, baby. Come for me," I encouraged her.

Her head rolled back, and she cried

out loudly as she experienced a powerful climax, gripping me tightly and releasing her wetness. She panted heavily, struggling to catch her breath. I continued to move slowly and gently until her breathing returned to normal. She locked eyes with me and pleaded, "Please, I want more."

Who was I to deny her?

"I would be more than happy to fulfill your desire, angel," I responded, starting to thrust harder and faster delving deep into her core, repeatedly stimulating her G-spot. I sensed she was nearing another

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climax. I lifted both her legs onto my

shoulders, bringing her closer to me. Intensifying my thrusts, we both reached our peaks simultaneously. I leaned forward, stopping with my face hovering above hers, and kissed her passionately.

The waves of my orgasm crashed

into me with such force, leaving my mind dizzy. After regaining my composure, I withdrew my penis from her and observed her flushed face. There was red blood on my dick and the once-white bedsheet was dotted with bright red spots. I walked into the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and cleaned myself. Grabbing a washcloth, I dampened it with warm water.

Returning to the room, I found her lying there with her eyes closed and her legs still apart.

With utmost care, I slowly wiped between her legs, causing her to hiss in discomfort. "It will be alright. Just take some sleep." Saying, I threw cover over her body and

lay beside her. Wrapping my arms around her small frame, I pulled her closer. She had already closed her eyes and soon sleep engulfed us in its embrace.

Chapter 433 Aftermath Logan's POV.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from her stunning face. I had been gazing at her for an entire hour while she peacefully slept beside me on the bed. Her hair cascaded over the pillow, and her pale complexion had a faint blush.

She slept as innocently as a baby, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever had in my bed.

Last night, we had shared an intimate experience, and it was then that I discovered she was a virgin. It was also my first time being with a virgin. I felt a mix of happiness for being her first and confusion about her decision to lose her virginity in such a way. We had made love five times throughout the night.

After an hour of sleep, I woke her up as my dick ached for her. So, I couldn't resist anymore but to take her again and again as my desire surged while I held her in my arms on the bed.

I looked at her as she stirred, and her eyelashes fluttered before her deep blue eyes opened. Confusion and curiosity danced on her face as she glanced at me. I was completely entranced by the girl lying before me, and the temptation to kiss her passionately and continue making love until the end of the day overwhelmed me.

Leaning forward, I tried to reach her lips for a tender morning kiss. To my surprise, she gently placed a hand on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. The unexpected gesture momentarily caught me off guard, but I shrugged it off, thinking she might be feeling a bit shy or reserved after our night together.

With a warm, charming smile, I greeted her, "Good morning, Angel!"

However, instead of responding to my greeting, she seemed focused on sitting up, leaning against the headboard. As she shifted, a soft hiss of pain escaped her lips, instantly triggering my concern.

"Are you still sore?" I inquired with genuine worry, my eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.

Once again, she didn't offer a verbal reply, and a sense of unease settled between us. She turned her face away, avoiding my gaze, and began searching for her phone. The

bedsheet slipped down, gan

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the gentle swell of her breasts, a tantalizing glimpse of her full, round beauty that momentarily distracted me from the tension in the room.

Finally locating her phone on the bedside table, she unlocked it and began typing something, her fingers tapping quickly on the screen.

Placing the phone back down, she wrapped the sheet around her body, protecting her modesty, and slowly got out of bed, making her way toward the bathroom. It was evident that she was struggling to walk, and every fiber of my being yearned to hold her in my arms and accompany her, but I restrained myself, allowing her the space and time she seemed to desire.

Watching her pick up her dress from the floor, I felt a mixture of confusion and frustration bubbling inside me. Did she not want to discuss last night? Was something bothering her? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an unspoken distance growing between us, and the lack of communication only added to my apprehension.

After a few minutes, she reappeared from the bathroom, her appearance breathtakingly stunning as her hair fell back into its smooth state. She

looked ready to leave, and the knot of confusion in my stomach tightened.

What the hell? Did she regret what happened between us? Was she uncomfortable with the intimacy we shared?

"Hey, we need to talk," I tried to start a conversation."We don't need to talk about anything," she said sharply.Ouch! That was rude."So, you really don't want to talk about last night? Listen, I didn't know it was your first time. It

was my first time with a virgin too, and if you want, I'm ready to take responsibility for it," I offered. "Oh, please. Don't tell me you didn't use a condom every time we had sex," she shook her head. "Nevermind. I'll take the morning after pill. We're both adults and equally responsible No need to flatter yourself," she said sternly.I was really surprised to hear that from a girl. I wasn't used to a girl being so cold and indifferent towards me after spending an intense night together. She reached for the doorknob, about to open it."Hey, hold on. Let me drop you home," I offered. I wanted to spend more time getting to know her. She was quite mysterious, and it piqued my interest in her.

Chapter 434 Aftermath

************ Mia's POV.

I awoke beside a strikingly attractive man. He gazed down at me, his

intense grey eyes filled with desire. My heart raced as I realized what had transpired the night before, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable knowing that I had given my virginity to a complete stranger.

But he wasn't just any stranger; he was Logan Mancini, the renowned billionaire playboy known for his countless conquests. I watched as he

leaned closer, his lips slightly parted, tempting me to bridge the gap and kiss him. However, I resisted the temptation and gently pushed him away, placing my hand on his chest, which caused him to furrow his brow.

He began to speak, but my mind was still muddled, unable to comprehend his words properly. The lingering effects of the alcohol I had consumed the previous night left me feeling dizzy. I couldn't shake off the fact that I had succumbed so easily to his irresistible charm.

I had never been one for one night stands, and I certainly never imagined my first time happening like this. Perhaps the rumors about Logan Mancini were true, that no girl could resist his charm, and unfortunately, I was no exception. I had experienced it firsthand, how I had melted in his arms last night.

Swiftly, I slid off the bed, clutching the sheet around me. I collected my clothes from the floor and made my way toward the bathroom. After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I was ready to leave. I had already booked a cab prior to entering the bathroom, and upon stepping out, I received a notification that it was waiting at the club's exit.

"Wait, we need to talk about last night," Logan said, catching me off guard. Panic surged through me. Oh my God. He must have figured out that last night was my first time. I didn't want him to think he was some kind of conquest. So, I masked my face with a cold expression and replied, "We're both adults, and we both share equal responsibility for what happened. So, there's no need to flatter yourself." I noticed a flicker of hurt on his face, but he swiftly replaced it with his usual signature smirk.

I turned to leave the room, but once again, he startled me with his deep, commanding voice. "Hold on, let me drop you off at home."

Oh God! Why did he have to pretend to be a sweet lover when we both knew he was only interested in a one-time thing?

"No, I've already booked a cab. It's waiting at the club exit. Don't worry, I can manage," I said, avoiding eye contact with him.

I could hear the rustling of clothes and the jingling of metal, indicating that he was getting dressed, putting on his pants and fastening his belt.

"Fine, let me at least drop you off at the exit. want to see the cab driver and take note of the number, just to

make sure you're safe," he insisted.

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was acting like a possessive boyfriend. Could a playboy really be this sweet?

I didn't respond and turned the

doorknob, yanking the door open. He followed me, keeping a distance as we made our way to the exit. When we reached outside the club, I saw the cab waiting there, and I checked ame one I

its number. It was the same

had booked. Before I could open the door,

Logan beat me to it and opened the backseat door for me. He peeked

inside to ensure the driver's presence and said to him, "Make sure she gets home safely," while slipping him some money. I wanted to object, but I couldn't find my voice as he leaned in through the window and planted a kiss on my cheek. I was left dumbfounded by his sudden action. He took a photo of the cab's number plate and signaled the driver to start driving.

I was still in shock, trying to process what the hell had just happened.

Chapter 435 Friends With Benefits Bella's POV.

I stirred, finding myself enveloped in a pair of strong, muscular arms.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings. Beside me lay the most strikingly handsome man, his arms coiled protectively around my waist.

He held me so tightly against his body as though he never wanted to let me go. His possessive grip made me feel a surge of unfamiliar sensations and tingles throughout my body. While we had shared a bed before, today felt different. We were different. We had crossed all boundaries, and there was no turning back for us now.

Reality crashed into my senses, and my mind replayed the memories of

last night. I had begged him to take me, and now I regretted it immensely. I silently cursed myself, feeling deeply embarrassed. How would I ever be able to meet his gaze? How could I face the man who had passionately made love to me last night, who happened to be my best friend?

I recalled how he had come to my rescue at a college party, saving me from bullies when I was just a freshman. He was my knight in shining armor then, and last night he had saved me once again. But this time, it was different. Now, who would save me from falling in love with him?

I was well aware that he was the most sought-after bachelor. I never stood a chance of winning his heart. Last night meant nothing more to him than a casual encounter. He had never been in a committed relationship before.

Naturally, he had a stunningly beautiful girlfriend, someone who looked like a supermodel. But I knew it was only a matter of time before he grew tired of her.

The weight of regret and disappointment bore down on me as I looked at his peacefully sleeping face. Last night's encounter had left me feeling vulnerable and filled with self-doubt. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a grave mistake, giving away something so precious in a drunken haze.

My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was drawn to his handsome features, the allure of the city's most desirable bachelor. But I knew, deep down, that this meant nothing more than a casual fling to him - one of many he had likely experienced before.

Summoning my resolve, I decided to quietly slip away from the bed,

intending to face the consequences of my actions with strength. But as I began to move, Ryder's arm tightened around me, refusing to let go. My heart raced, and I felt a mixture of surprise and uncertainty at his unexpected gesture. "Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" Ryder murmured, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

"I... um... need to use the bathroom," I stuttered, my shyness returning with force.

Ryder released his hold on me slightly, giving me room to move. However, the pain in my body made it difficult for me to stand. As I winced and cried out softly, Ryder immediately shifted to my side, his concern evident. "What happened, baby? Are you okay?" he asked, genuine worry etched on his face.

Struggling to find the right words, I managed to reply, "I... I'm..."

But Ryder finished my sentence, understanding my discomfort. "Sore," he said, a hint of regret in his voice. "I'm sorry... I tried to be as gentle as possible. I knew it was your first time. Did I... Did I hurt you?"

Feeling vulnerable, I averted my gaze and answered, "Um... No, Ryder. I'm just really sore this morning."

His expression softened, and he rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. "Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?" he offered, his concern turning into action.

Before I could respond, he gently lifted me up in a bridal-style hold, carrying me towards the bathroom. Though grateful for his care, I couldn't help but feel a mix of awkwardness and discomfort being completely naked in his arms. After Ryder gently set me down and exited the room, I hurriedly closed the bathroom door behind me, feeling a wave of relief washing over me.

Leaning against the door, I let out a deep breath, trying to compose myself after the intense encounter with Ryder. Once I finished my morning routine and had a quick shower, I emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft white robe I found there.

As I made my way down the hallway,

the tantalizing aroma of eggs and bacon filled the air, making my stomach grumble in response. The fragrance guided me to the kitchen, where Ryder was busy cooking. He turned around and his eyes locked with mine, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he greeted me, "Morning again..."

Ryder's point of view:

She looked breathtaking sitting there, her damp hair adding to her allure, draped in my white robe. I could sense she was feeling a mix of emotions- perhaps a bit ashamed, as she avoided direct eye contact. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness as I broke the silence.

"Do you regret what happened between us?" I asked, my voice revealing my apprehension as I nervously bit my lip. "N...no, Ryder. Actually, I should thank you for coming and rescuing me," Bella responded, her uncertainty evident.

Trying to ease the tension, I continued, "What's bothering you, Bella? Why do you feel like you did something wrong?" Bella hesitated for a moment, nervously biting her bottom lip. "I was thinking..."

"What, Bella?" I prodded gently, eager to hear what was on her mind.

Her words spilled out, laden with fear and uncertainty. "What are we now, Ryder?"

I took a moment to contemplate her question, searching for the right words. "We... are friends?"

Bella's voice trembled as she suggested, "...with benefits?"

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, and

I couldn't help but be charmed by her candidness. "Hmm... we could say that. But I want you to know one thing: I'll always be there for you whenever you need me, and I'm not going anywhere, baby girl. Sostop worrying," I reassured her, reaching out to take her hand in mine.

Bella visibly relaxed, a sigh of relief escaping her. "Thank you, Ryder, for always being there for me."

"Always, baby girl," I affirmed, my heart swelling with warmth for this woman I cared so deeply about. "Come on, let's eat, beautiful... you must be hungry," I said with a smile, eager to shift the focus to something lighter. "Yeah... I am," she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips.

 

Chapter 436 A Hot Makeout Ryder's POV.

Underneath the calm facade, a whirlwind of emotions churned within us, but we both masked our true feelings, determined to preserve the cherished bond of our friendship.

The morning sun had breathed new life into us, and after indulging in a refreshing shower and a delightful breakfast, we settled on the plush couch, cuddled up together, engrossed in a movie playing on the grand 75-inch TV. Bella lay against my chest, finding comfort in our familiar closeness.

Breaking the tranquil silence, I softly spoke, my fingers tenderly caressing her hair, "Do you remember? We have a wedding to attend next weekend."

Bella turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and replied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I remember."

"Have you decided what to wear? I mean, have you thought about your outfit for the wedding?" I inquired, knowing Bella's endearing simplicity and innocence, characteristics that set her apart from others and made me admire her all the more.

"Hmm, not yet," Bella replied nonchalantly, her attention drawn back to the captivating movie on the screen.

"Alright then, get ready. We'll go shopping, and afterward, I'll take you out for lunch," I declared, rising from the couch and gently urging Bella to do the same.

Her face lit up with excitement, and she hurried off to freshen up, still clad in the same clothes from the night before.

After around thirty minutes, Bella emerged from the hallway, and I was waiting for her with a warm smile. Taking her hand in mine, our fingers

interlacing effortlessly, we stepped out of the house together, ready for a day of shared cherished moments. The sun smiled down upon us, and a sense of anticipation filled the air as we embarked on our little shopping spree, our laughter and conversations weaving a beautiful tapestry of companionship and understanding.

******** Bella's POV.

As we stepped into the mall, Ryder guided me towards the most extravagant store in the vicinity. My heart sank as I saw the opulent display of merchandise, well beyond what I could afford. I leaned in and whispered to Ryder, my voice tinged with worry, "Ryder, this place is too expensive. I can't shop here. Let's go somewhere more reasonable..." Resting my head on his shoulder, I stole glances at the luxurious items, knowing they were far out of my reach. However, Ryder was having none of it and firmly took my hand, leading me inside despite my protests.

"Don't worry about the price. It's all on me. Just choose whatever you want," he declared nonchalantly, brushing aside my financial concerns.

Frustration bubbled within me as I realized Ryder was determined to treat me to this extravagant shopping spree. "You're so stubborn, you know that," I remarked, rolling my eyes playfully, my affection for him still shining through despite my exasperation.

Ryder chuckled, his laughter resonating deeply, and it was impossible not to be captivated by his charisma. He had a magnetic presence that always left me feeling weak in the knees.

A salesgirl approached Ryder with eagerness, and her face lit up with admiration as she ogled him shamelessly. I felt a twinge of jealousy and discomfort, as it was evident she was infatuated with him. After all, Ryder was wealthy and famous, one of the most sought-after bachelors.

"How can I assist you, sir?" the salesgirl addressed Ryder, her voice betraying her flattery.

Ryder gestured towards me with a nod of his head and said, "Show something to this lovely lady."

It was then that the salesgirl finally acknowledged my presence, and I noticed a hint of displeasure in her expression as she scanned me from head to toe. Self-consciousness washed over me as I realized I was still wearing the clothes from the previous night. My hand instinctively ran through my hair, attempting to fix it in a hurry.

With a somewhat disapproving tone, the salesgirl motioned for us to follow her, leading us to a section adorned with breathtaking gowns. My eyes widened in awe at the sight before me, and I was momentarily speechless. The dresses exuded elegance and grace, each one seemingly more beautiful than the last.

"They must be really expensive!" I said, curiosity evident in my voice.

The salesgirl replied smugly, "Yes, their starting price is ten thousand dollars."

I gasped at the price and gently ran my hand over the soft fabric of one of the gowns. It felt like feather-light silk. "Wow!"

I picked up two or three gowns and headed towards the changing room. As I tried on the first gown, a pink one-shoulder dress, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the changing room mirror. I couldn't recognize myself.

Giggling, I stepped out of the room and approached Ryder, who was sitting on a sofa, sipping on an expensive wine.

"They serve wine to all their customers, or is Ryder a regular here?" I wondered silently.

"Ryder!" I called out, trying to grab his attention. His eyes snapped up to look at me, and for a moment, he seemed captivated, forgetting to blink. Was he mesmerized by the gown or something else?

"How does this look?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, seeking his opinion.

"Oh my god, Bella! You look like an angel," Ryder spoke, his voice husky and low, as he gazed at me intensely.

I giggled, feeling flattered. "Okay, now I'll show you another gown." "No need," Ryder replied. "I think this one is perfect."

"But I want to try on all the gowns," I pouted, insisting on my desire.

************ Ryder's POV.

I rolled my eyes at her childish act and gestured for her to go ahead. Bella returned to the changing room, and just as she was about to close the door, I intervened. My hand came do

down on the door, preventing it from shutting completely, and I pushed my bulky body inside, pushing her further back.

"What..." Bella started to protest, but I quickly placed my finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Shh, be quiet," I whispered.

"What are you doing here? Go... I need to change," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

I leaned against the door, crossing my arms, and replied, "Go on, then."

"What... No... You need to leave," Bella protested, her voice filled with unease.

"I want to watch you as you change and try on these beautiful gowns," I said, my eyes filled with desire. Bella bit her lip, contemplating the situation. She turned to face the wall, her back towards me, and reached behind to unzip the dress. I covered her hand with mine, guiding

it down slowly.

The gown slipped down her body, pooling around her feet. She stood there, completely naked, and glanced over her shoulder to gauge my reaction. I was watching her intently, my dark gaze fixed upon her, as I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

Bella picked up another gown, a pale blue one with an off-shoulder design, and began to put it on. I stepped forward to help her, my hands brushing against her bare skin.

I zipped up the gown and trailed my finger over her bare shoulder, making her shiver under my touch. She shivered and a gasp left her mouth.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, and ran my fingers through her flowing hair. Gripping the back of her head, I pressed my lips firmly against hers.

We surrendered ourselves to a

passionate kiss, our lips melding

perfectly, tongues battling for dominance, and teeth occasionally colliding with urgency. We nibbled,

bit, and sucked on each other's lips,

lost in the

intensity of the moment.

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted our heated embrace. We reluctantly pulled apart, and Bella struggled to catch her breath.

"Yes?" she managed to ask, her voice breathless.

"Um... Do you need any assistance? You're taking quite some time," the salesgirl inquired.

"No... I'm fine... I'll be there soon. Thank you," Bella replied, her voice laced with guilt.

We heard the sound of footsteps fading away as the salesgirl left.

I took a step forward, but Bella stopped me by placing her hand on my chest. "Go... Please..." she pleaded, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and reluctance.

I smirked and slowly opened the door, peering out and checking for any potential threats before stepping out. Bella emerged a few minutes later, clutching the gowns in her hands.

Back on the sofa, I sat comfortably, sipping my wine. The salesgirl approached Bella and inquired, "So, which one have you decided to take?"

Without wasting a moment, I snatched all the gowns from Bella's hand and handed them over to the salesgirl. "Pack them all. We'll take everything," I commanded.

"But Ryder..." Bella began to protest, but I silenced her by placing my finger gently on her lips.

I handed my black credit card to the salesgirl, who nodded in understanding and proceeded to the billing counter to generate the bill.

"Ryder, I can't accept these. They're so expensive," Bella exclaimed, her eyes widening as she caught sight of the price tags. The gowns were worth a fortune.

"Nothing is more valuable than you, babygirl!" I declared, cupping her face in my hands and caressing her cheek with my thumb. As I did so, the salesgirl returned with our bags, ready for us to take.

I took hold of all the bags and grasped Bella's hand firmly as we exited the store together.

Chapter 437

Sarah's POV.

I sat in front of the vanity mirror, the ivory folds of my white wedding gown cascading around me like a cloud. My heart fluttered with excitement, sending tremors of joy through every fiber of my being. Today was the day I would marry the most sought-after billionaire bachelor in the country, Alex Hamilton. He was the epitome of perfection, and the thought of being his

wife left me awe-struck with gratitude for my extraordinary luck. Despite the limited time we had spent together, I couldn't deny the deep admiration and affection I had harbored for him since I was a young girl.

As I gazed at my reflection, a radiant blush painted my cheeks, mirroring the uncontainable delight surging within me. My heartbeats seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic rustle of the dress, and I felt like a princess preparing to meet her prince. Today, I would walk down the aisle and pledge my eternal love to him, knowing that he would become mine for all eternity.

A soft knock on my door disrupted my reverie, and Tia, my loyal friend and bridesmaid, graced the room with her presence. Her warm smile and playful wink conveyed her understanding of the depths of my emotions.

"So, are you ready, my beautiful bride?" she asked, her eyes shimmering with happiness on my behalf.

"More than ever," I replied, my voice filled with anticipation and wonder.

With delicate finesse, Tia placed a sheer veil over my face, adding an air of enchantment to my appearance. We linked arms, the unyielding support of

a dear friend embracing me like an invisible shield, as we embarked on the journey to the grand wedding hall where my destiny awaited.

As we approached the hall, my heart skipped a beat, knowing that my father stood there, beaming with pride and affection. His love for me had always been evident, and he had always wished for my happiness. The bond between our families, strengthened by a shared history of friendship and business, had paved the way for my path to intertwine with Alex's.

However, I couldn't help but wonder if he had ever noticed me before this moment, as he had always been enveloped in a world of business and commitments.

Growing up, my parents had instilled in me a sense of discipline and focus on my studies, leading to my remarkable achievements in the field of business. Yet, part of me felt torn between the dreams I had nurtured for myself and the allure of the fairy tale unfolding before me. My parents' conservative values had kept me from the typical social scenes where young people mingled and formed connections. I had dedicated myself to my education and my family's business, and now, on the precipice of marriage to the man of my dreams, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life might take a path similar to my mother's - a life confined to the walls of home.

As my father's warm gaze fell upon me, he said in a gentle tone, "Are you ready, my princess?"

I nodded, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. It was the day I had dreamt of since I was a little girl, the day I would marry the man who stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for me to join him in this new chapter of our lives.

With my hand resting gently on my father's arm, I hooked onto his elbow as he led me forward. My steps were measured, and my head was slightly bowed, a reflection of the emotions swirling within me. As we walked down the aisle, the soft strains of the music seemed to fade into the background, and all I could focus on was the man who would soon become my husband.

Raising my lashes slowly, my eyes met his, and for a moment, confusion flickered across my face. His handsome features were framed by a sleek black tuxedo, but his expression appeared serious and distant. My heart sank, wondering if this was how he truly felt or if it was just the weight of the occasion.

We had met briefly before, during our engagement, but I knew little about him beyond his public persona. As I approached him now, I couldn't help but wonder about the life that awaited us after this grand ceremony. The anxiety within me intensified as I questioned whether I would be able to live up to his expectations as a wife.

At just twenty years old, I lacked experience in matters of the heart. My parents' strict upbringing had sheltered me from the world of dating and relationships, leaving me with a sense of innocence that contrasted sharply with the glamour and fame that surrounded my soon-to-be husband. He

was a sought-after bachelor, famous as a playboy, adored by many, and it was natural for my mind to be filled with doubts.

As we approached the stage, my father took hold of my hand and placed it in Alex's. A shiver ran down my spine as our skin made contact.

He held my hand firmly, providing a sense of security amidst the chaos of my thoughts. The officiant began the ceremony, explaining the rituals and vows, and asked if we wanted to exchange our own personal vows. Alex chose to stick with the traditional vows, and I nodded in agreement.

The ceremony began, and we exchanged our heartfelt vows. Finally, the moment arrived when I said those magical words, "I do." We exchanged rings, symbols of our commitment. My ring was a beautiful platinum band

engraved with Alex's name, and his ring bore my name in elegant engraving.

As the officiant announced us as husband and wife, a wave of nervousness washed over me. Alex slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in, placing a gentle peck on my lips. It lasted only a fraction of a moment, and if it weren't for the significance of the occasion, I might have missed it entirely. Confusion clouded my thoughts as Alex abruptly pulled away.

Perhaps he was conscious of the crowd around us. I raised my gaze to meet his, but his intense stare gave nothing away. I couldn't decipher the emotions hidden behind his serious expression.

Now it was time for the bouquet

toss, and the eager girls gathered, ready to catch it. According to tradition, I was supposed to be carried up by Alex for this part. However observing his solemn face, I decided to abandon that hope Instead, I walked alongside him towards the exit. With a quick flick of my wrist, I threw the bouquet over my shoulder, stealing a glance to see my best friend Tia catch it. That meant she would be the next one to walk down the aisle, and I would proudly stand beside her as her bridesmaid.

As we stepped outside the venue, a luxurious limousine awaited us, with the chauffeur standing ready to open the door. Alex graciously entered first and made room for me on the spacious backseat. Holding up the weight of my gown, I carefully maneuvered myself into the @ar. The chauffeur closed the door behind me and settled in behind the wheel. With a gentle turn of the ignition key, the engine purred to life, and we began our journey towards Alex's mansion.

Glancing at Alex from the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was lost in his own thoughts, staring out the window. It felt somewhat awkward that he didn't seem interested in engaging with his newly wedded wife. Rerhaps his immense success and popularity had shaped a certain level of arrogance within him, as I had read in countless articles and heard from friends. But I pushed those thoughts aside. What mattered was that he was now mine,

and with time, we would have the opportunity to know each other better. I firmly believed that one day, I would be able to capture his heart just as deeply as he had captured mine.

Chapter 438 Confession Bella's POV.

A soft but distinct knock echoed through the room, pulling me away from my thoughts. I approached the door and turned the handle to find Ryder's mother, Savannah, standing there with a warm smile, accompanied by a professional makeup artist. Her presence radiated

a sense of maternal

warmth that put me at ease.

"Hey, Bella! You look so pretty," she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with genuine appreciation.

A faint blush crept up my cheeks as I replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Knight. You look stunning as always."

Savannah chuckled lightly, brushing off the compliment. "Dear, this is Michael, our makeup artist. He's here to help you with your makeup and hair," she explained, introducing the makeup artist.

"Hello, Michael," I greeted him, extending my hand with a smile. "I'm really grateful for your help."

Michael returned the smile, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "It's my pleasure, Bella. I've been working in this industry for years, and I must say, you have such a lovely canvas to work with."

As I took a seat, Michael moved with the grace and speed of a seasoned artist. He skillfully applied makeup, enhancing my features while keeping the look natural and radiant. His nimble fingers weaved through my hair, creating an elegant yet effortless hairstyle that complemented the overall look.

When he finally stepped back, I turned to the mirror, and for a moment, I couldn't recognize the reflection staring back at me. A whole new version of myself beamed back with confidence and grace. The transformation was

incredible, and I felt like a princess ready for the ball.

"Michael, you're amazing! Thank you so much," I exclaimed with genuine admiration, feeling a renewed sense of self-assurance.

He chuckled modestly, "You're very welcome, Bella. You were a pleasure to work with. Now, go and enjoy the day!"

After expressing my gratitude to Michael once more, Savannah patted my shoulder affectionately as she left the room, leaving me alone to gather my thoughts. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment of excitement and anticipation and then I headed to the wedding hall to witness Alex and

Sarah's wedding.

The grand hall exuded an air of opulence and elegance, as the well-dressed guests mingled and chatted, creating a harmonious buzz of excitement. The polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers hanging from the ornate ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the entire space. I felt a mixture of awe and gratitude for Ryder and his family's thoughtful gesture of providing me with the makeup and dress, ensuring that I seamlessly blended in with the sophisticated crowd.

My heart raced as I scanned the sea of faces, seeking out Ryder among the glamorous attendees. After what felt like an eternity, my eyes locked onto him, standing in a corner near the stage. His presence felt magnetic, and his bright smile, directed solely at me, filled me with a surge of happiness. The way he looked at me, his eyes filled with admiration, made my cheeks flush with a rosy tint.

With a soft nod, acknowledging his presence and affectionate gaze, I gracefully made my way towards my designated seat. As I walked, my eyes couldn't help but trail back to Ryder, taking in every detail of his appearance. His tailored designer suit accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled features, while the perfectly knotted black tie added a touch of sophistication. He was the epitome of handsomeness, a sight that momentarily stole my breath away. I inwardly chided myself for letting my mind wander into thoughts about him at a time like this, but I couldn't deny the flutter of my heart in his presence.

The grand moment arrived, and the room hushed in anticipation as the bride made her grand entrance. Her white gown flowed elegantly around her, and the bridesmaids, like ethereal angels, accompanied her on each side. All eyes were on the bride, and yet, I couldn't help but notice Alex on the stage, standing with an aura of detachment. His expression appeared cold and distant, a stark contrast to the joyous occasion. It was puzzling and disheartening to witness such indifference on his wedding day.

In this emotional swirl, I turned my attention back to Ryder, who seemed to sense my unease. His eyes locked with mine, and I caught a glimpse of an enigmatic expression that flickered across his features. Was it love? I

wondered, my heart fluttering with hope and uncertainty.

Before I could find that answer, the officiant began the wedding rituals, and the bride and groom exchanged their vows. When the officiant announced them as husband and wife and permitted the groom to kiss the bride, the room erupted in applause and whistles. However, the kiss between Alex and his new wife seemed more formal than affectionate. It struck me as odd, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss with Alex's behavior.

As we exited the wedding hall, I observed that Alex didn't even carry his wife, walking away as though he were desperate to leave. I felt sympathy for his wife, as she appeared to be a genuinely nice woman. I could only hope that they would resolve whatever issues lay between them. In the midst of these thoughts, the bride tossed her bouquet, and a girl in the crowd caught it, grinning widely. I shook my head, standing in the back row, content with not having any immediate plans for marriage. I had a career to pursue.

Ryder approached me, taking my hand in his. "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration.

"Thanks. Now you finally have time to spend with me, huh?" I playfully teased him, lightly punching his arm. Ryder chuckled softly. "Alex is family, so it was my duty to take care of his guests."

"But... I was eagerly waiting for it to be over so I could finally meet you,"

Ryder whispered in his deep, 20

voice. Blushing, I lowered my head

to avoid his gaze.

Ryder led us to a grand hall where dinner was arranged for the guests. We made our way to the dining table, where everyone was seated along a

long, expansive table. Ryder took a seat next to me.

"Why are you smiling so much, baby girl?" He couldn't help but ask, curious about the reason behind my constant smile.

"Oh, umm... nothing," I replied awkwardly, feeling caught off guard.

"Come on, tell me. You can share anything with me," Ryder insisted, turning fully towards me.

"Well, I was thinking about marriage. It symbolizes a lifelong commitment, two people being together forever," I said, my blue eyes shining with excitement.

"So you believe in marriage," Ryder stated, more as an observation than a question.

"Of course. My parents are happily married and deeply in love. I want something like that for myself," I replied with a bright smile.

"Do you believe in marriage?" I couldn't resist asking, even though I already knew the answer.

He chuckled. "I don't know, but I want to find out," he said, locking his gaze with mine. He paused for a moment, studying my face, as if searching for something. "Do you truly believe in happily ever after?" Ryder asked, raising his right eyebrow.

"Hmm," I responded, merely humming as I nodded my head. Ryder shook his head and proceeded to eat his meal.

Tonight, I was staying at Knight's

mansion as Savannah insisted. Wishing everyone a goodnight, made my way to my room, feeling exhausted from the wedding festivities.

Upon entering my room, Ryder followed closely behind me. He halted me from closing the door, positioning himself with one hand on the door and his legs between the door frame.

"Ryder! Oh my god!" I exclaimed, placing a hand on my chest. "You scared me..."

Ryder grinned, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," Ryder said.

"Ryder, I'm tired. Can't it wait until morning?" I replied, yawning and covering my mouth with my hand.

"No, Bella. I need to talk now," Ryder insisted, sounding urgent. "Okay, fine. Go ahead," I sighed, sitting down on the bed.

Ryder took my hand and pulled me up, guiding me towards the adjacent balcony of the room.

The city looked breathtakingly beautiful from the balcony, especially at night. I found myself mesmerized by the view, unable to hold back an appreciative "Wow."

I turned to face Ryder, noticing that he appeared lost in his own thoughts. "What's wrong, Ryder?" I asked, furrowing my brow in concern.

Ryder looked down at me, his grip on my hand tightening. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Bella, you're my best friend, and I like you."

Chapter 439 His Proposal *Bella*

As Ryder's heartfelt confession hung in the air, my eyes widened, absorbing the weight of his words. My mind became a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher the true depth of his intentions. Did he view me as just a friend, or was there something more blossoming

between us?

"I feel a difference when we're together, and I believe you feel it too," Ryder asserted, leaving a pause in his speech, eagerly awaiting my response. My heart raced, and I found myself at a loss for words, the intensity of the moment rendering me speechless. As he continued, his voice softened, laced with sincerity, "Bella, we have undeniable chemistry... and it's led me to a point where I never thought I'd ask you to move in with me."

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. The gravity of his proposition sank in, and I struggled to process the depth of his feelings for me. "What are you saying, Ryder?" I managed to stammer, my voice betraying both surprise and apprehension.

"Bella, look," he began, locking his gaze with mine, "we are incredibly compatible." His touch was tender as he gently trailed a finger along my cheek, sending electric shivers down my spine. "We understand each other on a level that few people do. We never judge one another. Why don't we give ourselves a chance?"

A swirl of conflicting emotions washed over me. I wanted to believe him, to believe in the connection we shared, but doubt lingered in my mind. "But Ryder," I hesitated, shaking my head in disbelief, "you've never believed in relationships, and I've always dreamed of finding a happily ever after. How can we truly be compatible?"

Ryder's expression softened, recognizing the validity of my concerns. "I know, sweetheart," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a mix of understanding and determination. "But we can find a way to make it work. That's why I'm suggesting you move in with me. Let's see where this could lead us," he urged, his words filled with hope and sincerity.

My heart tugged in different directions, torn between the familiar comfort of our friendship and the tantalizing prospect of taking a chance on something more profound. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and I knew that whatever decision I made could change the course of our lives forever.

"Ryder, I'm just not sure if it will work out between us," I confessed, my voice filled with uncertainty. "I value my simple life, and moving in with you would bring a lot of complications. The media constantly follows you, and I don't want that kind of attention in my life." The thought of being hounded by the media, like they do with Ryder Knight and his love interests, frightened me.

"I understand, Bella. I promise to protect you from everything. I'll make sure nobody finds out about us. You can trust me," Ryder reassured, pulling me closer. His words were comforting, but I couldn't help but be cautious. "You know, Bella, I've never asked any girl to move in with me. You hold a special place in my life." He wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me nearer.

My resolutions started to crumble as I found it increasingly difficult to resist this incredibly attractive man. He was using his sweet act of seduction to persuade me. How could I deny him?

"Okay... I'll move in with you," I finally surrendered, knowing deep down that he would never intentionally hurt me. Ryder, still holding my waist, lifted me up in the air and twirled around happily.

"Thank you, baby girl," he beamed, placing me gently back on the ground and planting a tender kiss on my forehead.

I couldn't help but giggle, his sweetness and genuine excitement warming my heart.

"Ryder... umm... I have to be honest, my parents would never approve of this kind of relationship. They are quite conservative," I confessed, nervously biting my lower lip. My parents held traditional values when it came to dating and living together. While they had no issue with my friendship with Ryder, they wouldn't accept us moving in together.

"I promise, baby girl," Ryder reassured, smiling warmly at me. He gently cupped my face in his hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. His finger trailed seductively along my lip.

I gasped, feeling my breath quicken. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to be consumed by the moment as he placed his finger in my mouth. The sensation sent a surge of electricity through my body, igniting a desire that radiated from within. I instinctively sucked on his finger, wanting to taste a bit of him.

His eyes darkened with lust, mirroring the emotions that were swirling within me. Seductively, he licked his lips, intensifying the charged atmosphere between us. Opening my eyes, I could see that he felt the same way I did.

Bending down, Ryder leaned in and kissed me softly. He gently sucked on my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth before releasing it with a soft sound. He kissed me again, his tongue coaxing my lips to part and grant him access to my mouth. When I opened my lips, he swiftly slid his tongue in, engaging in a passionate battle for dominance.

Lost in his seductive embrace, I couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. Ryder lifted me effortlessly in his arms, never breaking our kiss, and carried me into the bedroom, placing me gently on the bed.

He guided me to lie down, and as he positioned himself above me, he stared into my eyes, captivating me completely. His gaze was filled with desire, causing my breath to catch in my throat as I yearned for his touch. He smirked, clearly aware of the effect he had on me. With a gentle pull, he lifted me slightly to unzip my gown, allowing it to slide down my shoulders and gracefully fall to the floor. I lifted my ankle as he skillfully removed the dress, leaving me exposed. Standing up, he discarded his own clothes with lightning speed, before once again hovering over me.

He kissed my lips passionately,

moving down to lick and suck the soft skin on my neck. He took his time, nibbling at my sensitive spot His lips then moved to my breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. I couldn't help but beg for more. He assaulted my breast while gently massaging the other one. Pulling away, he looked into my eyes.

I had become a moaning mess, my hands entangled in his hair, pulling and massaging it. With my eyes half open and filled with desire, I moaned his name with my mouth slightly open. He began kissing the area between my breasts, moving downward to suck on my belly button.

His hands caressed my wetness,

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touching me between my legs. He groaned when he realized I was already wet and ready for him. He slid a finger inside me, pumping gently at first. As I responded, he quickened the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of me. He moaned when I tightened around his finger. I was aroused and pleaded with him to let me climax. He positioned himself between my legs and plunged his steely dick into my throbbing pussy with a hard force. Together, we groaned as he entered my tight hole, fitting perfectly.

He started moving, bringing me immense pleasure. He thrusted hard and fast, groaning as we both couldn't get enough of each other. He slid a hand between us, rubbing my clitoris and again I was about to explode but this time on his dick. Soon, we were completely intertwined, giving and receiving pleasure from each other, reached the climax. He spilled his seeds inside me. Moans and groans filled the room, creating an echoing symphony of our desire.

Chapter 440 Wedding Night Alex's POV

The wedding ceremony seemed to drag on endlessly, each passing moment feeling like an eternity as I longed for the day to be over so that I could finally escape the suffocating atmosphere of the crowded hall. The officiant's voice was a monotonous drone, explaining the significance of the vows we were about to take, but it all fell on deaf ears. None of these vows held any true meaning for me; they were nothing more than empty words.

The truth was, I had no genuine affection for the girl standing beside me. This marriage was merely a business transaction, a strategic move to secure my family's empire. I felt no love for her, and she probably felt the same way about me.

My eyes rolled involuntarily, and I cast a quick glance towards the first row where my family and friends were seated. Logan, my closest friend, gave me a mischievous wink, as if he knew something I didn't. Ryder, my cousin, appeared strangely captivated by Bella, the girl I was marrying. Confusion and suspicion gnawed at me. What was going on? Had something happened that I was unaware of? I made a mental note to confront Ryder at the first opportunity, but that would have to wait until after the ceremony. Right now, I had to focus on getting through this ordeal.

Reluctantly, I turned my attention back to the girl beside me, the one I was supposed to call my wife. I exchanged the vows with her, but my heart remained distant and uninvolved. As I slid the ring onto her finger, I couldn't help but notice her hand trembling slightly. Her delicate hand, so small and soft, trembled in my much larger grasp, and it was a stark reminder of the stark contrast between us.

I wondered what thoughts were running through her mind at this moment. Was she as reluctant as I was about this marriage? Did she, too, see it as a mere transaction? It didn't matter to me; emotions were irrelevant in this arrangement. All I needed was for this day to be over, so I could begin navigating the complexities of the life that awaited me beyond these hollow vows.

The wedding ceremony had come to an end, and the officiant declared that I could kiss my bride. A mischievous thought crossed my mind. I wanted to give her a glimpse of the beast that resided within me. However, I quickly realized that it would greatly annoy my father, so I opted for a subtle kiss

instead, leaving the rest to her imagination. Girls would kill to experience even this much from me. I didn't believe I could offer her anything more in this marriage.

As we settled into the luxurious limousine, a sense of relief washed over me. The wedding ceremony was finally over, and I could now go home and rest. Tomorrow, I had to put in the hard work to secure a crucial deal. Lost in my thoughts about the upcoming business deal, I failed to notice that we had already arrived at my residence. The chauffeur opened the car door for me, and I stepped out, eager to retreat to my room and change into comfortable attire. However, as I approached the gate of my mansion, the decorations caught my attention, and I suddenly realized that I had left my newlywed wife alone in the car. Should I have shown her some courtesy?

No, I thought dismissively. She made the choice to be with me, and I am not obligated to change myself for her. Ignoring her presence, I headed straight to my room, where I changed into my favorite sweatpants and a t-shirt. Feeling more at ease, I descended to the bar, seeking a drink to alleviate some of the lingering stress.

Just as I reached for my glass, my phone began to ring, and I winced upon seeing my father's number on the screen. Reluctantly, I answered the call, unsure of what he wanted at such a late hour.

"Alex!" My father's commanding voice echoed through the speaker. "Dad!" I responded, bracing myself for whatever he had to say.

"I hope you remember that you're leaving for your honeymoon tomorrow," he stated firmly.

"Are you kidding me, Dad? Tomorrow I have a crucial deal to sign. I can't

just walk away from it. It's a massive project, and I've put in so much effort to secure this deal," I argued.

"I don't care, Alex. I've already made all the reservations, and I want you to leave for your honeymoon tomorrow. Figure out a way to sign the deal earlier or reschedule it. I don't care how you do it," he bellowed before abruptly hanging up the phone. Fuck.

My father never missed an opportunity to remind me that he controlled every aspect of my life. I never wanted to go on a honeymoon with that woman in the first place, but now I had no choice. I had to sacrifice my business deal, and it infuriated me to live under his control like this.

I finished off the whisky in my glass, downing the remaining liquid. The bitter taste mirrored my already sour mood. With a heavy sigh, I made my way towards my room, the weight of the day weighing me down.

As I approached the door, a different

fragrance reached my senses. It

was unfamiliar, yet intriguing.

Frowning, I swung the door open et

and there she was - my wife, dressed in a scorching red sitk

mini-dress that clung to her

every curve. The dress left little to the imagination, revealing her perfect body, demanding my attention.

I watched as she nervously bit her

pink lips, her fingers fidgeting with uncertainty. When she finally noticed me, her big round green eyes widened in surprise. It was at that moment that I realized I had been practically drooling over her my mouth hanging open in awe.

When did that innocent girl transform into a seductive siren?

Suddenly, a wave of heat rushed through my body, and my legs moved towards her involuntarily.

Closing the distance between us et

trailed my finger lightly along her bare arm. Leaning in, I whispered into her ear, my voice laced with a mix of desire and warning.

"You're dressed like that, looking so irresistibly sexy. Aren't you afraid?" She took a sharp breath, her head shaking ever so slightly in response.

My lips curved into a smirk, and I lowered my head, planting a kiss on her cheek. She shivered in response. Wrapping my arms around her petite waist, I pulled her closer, pressing my lips against hers. Fuck.

The taste of her was divine as I delved my tongue into her mouth. She responded naturally, kissing me back, but I could sense her lack of experience. Wait, was she a virgin?

I reluctantly pulled away slightly, locking eyes with her. I couldn't help but ask, unable to contain my curiosity, "Are you a virgin?"

Her eyes widened in horror. "I-is that not something you like?" she stammered, and I couldn't help but find it endearing.

"Ummm... no, it's not that. I mean, I have no problem with it, but are you sure you want this?" I questioned, wanting to make sure she genuinely desired to lose her virginity in such a manner. "Y-yes... We are married, and I saved myself for my husband," she replied, her sweet smile tugging at my heart. I may be a player, but I couldn't be so selfish as to toy with her emotions.

I gently removed my hand from her waist and took a step back. Panic filled her eyes, and her brows furrowed in worry.

"You must be tired. Take some rest. Tomorrow, we're leaving for our honeymoon, and we'll have plenty of time there," I reassured her. Relief washed over her face.

"I have to go to the office in the morning to sign a deal. I'll be leaving early. So, it's better if we call it a night," I explained, hoping she understood.

She nodded silently and walked towards the left side of the bed. She gracefully laid down, pulling the covers over her body, and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep.

Meanwhile, I went to my favorite side of the bed and positioned myself, deliberately turning my back towards her. It was a conscious decision to resist the temptation she presented. I desired her, but I knew that getting involved with her would only lead to trouble. I was in a precarious situation, trying to figure out how to have her without causing emotional harm.

What the hell?

I shouldn't be preoccupied with thoughts of her when I should be focused on tomorrow's crucial business deal. She was nothing but a distraction, and I needed to regain my composure and concentrate on what truly mattered.