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“Don’t be so down on yourself. Look, if you don’t respect yourself enough to fight for what’s yours, everyone’ll just walk all over you. The first time asserting yourself is the hardest. But it gets easier.”
I should send the coat back, I tell myself, but then I realize I have no idea what the man’s name is. I shake my head. I can’t believe I didn’t introduce myself, either. He probably thinks I’m a complete brat.
It’s a credit card slip with a name at the end: Sebastian Lasker.
This isn’t just a marriage—it’s a business deal.
Trying to make other people understand has never done me any good.
“What’s wrong, baby? Just tell them to go away,” the woman beneath him says in an annoying, nasal whine. My blood roars. This better not be who I think it is. The woman shifts to look at me. And it’s exactly who I think it is—Vonnie. “Oh, it’s just you,” she says.
Omfg
“You’ll need to marry Lucienne Peery.”
Yayayayay
“Besides, I don’t think you’re contractually obligated to create babies with Lucienne,
I’m going to have to figure out a way to punish my family for their duplicity.
An attack against one of us is an attack against all of us. It was the only way we could cope with and survive our childhood as Ted Lasker’s seven sons.
because Dad and I are polar opposites. He thrives on scandals and being obnoxious. I like my life orderly and calm.
In a bid to get himself a grandchild, my father sent a hooker to my place a few months back. The experience was more than a little traumatic.
Omg
Next step. “And if I’m already in love with someone else?” The little crack that cut through her composure before is bigger and more noticeable now. She stares at me like I just asked her to build a dirty bomb. She’s stunned—and there’s something else I can’t put my finger on. But why is she acting like this?
Ahhhh
What the fuck? Annoyed, I take a sip of my Sauvignon Blanc.
LOL ME
He wouldn’t be the first person to humiliate me. Lots of people have, and I’ve stopped expecting anything better,
Paris wasn’t the only time I saw him. He came to my mother’s funeral seven years ago. I was able to hold back my tears, but when he said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” I started to silently cry. Instead of acting awkward or annoyed, he wiped my tears away. I could tell from the way he looked at me that he didn’t remember that night in Paris. He was simply being nice to a young woman who’d just lost her mother in a Jet Ski accident.
Howd he not remember come on
No matter what happens, I’m the bad guy. I can’t even sneeze without someone attributing it to some awful intent.
Sebastian tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me closer and making me gasp. Little fireworks go off along my back where he’s touching, and his mouth slants over mine. His tongue pushes in between my lips, strokes mine. He plunders me like he has the right—like I’m his property. I should be alarmed, even offended, at the blatant display of ownership, but the hot rush from the kiss makes it seem unimportant.
Well, universe, I hope you keep on being nice to me, because you have a lot to make up for. Over a decade’s worth of sheer crap.
All her defenses came down, and her eyes sparkled more brilliantly than our finest diamonds. She revealed a vulnerable side, glowing like the full moon in a midnight sky. It pinned me to the spot, and I stared, unable to breathe. My heart knocked against my chest.
I tighten my hold, shooting Jason a hard stare. You can call her Lucie all you want, but at the end of the day, she’s my fiancée, soon to be my wife.
Phew already possessive
She looks like the most beautiful gift, and as her husband, I’m the one—the only one—who gets to unwrap her.
Actually, what she gives me isn’t even a diamond. It’s a pebble. Some worthless, random bit of stone you can find anywhere.
Lolololol
She expects me to cheat on her. And not just cheat on her, but not even be a minimally decent husband. All she wanted from me was that damned “I do” and a signature on the document she needs to send to Nesovia. The realization is insulting and infuriating. I hate her for sitting next to me like a princess while she expects me to behave like some lowlife. She’s acting like I’m the one who forced this union on her, when in fact it’s exactly the opposite.
Ugg why am i emotional
Well, it is what it is. Focus on the positive.
A sharply edged need takes root—to corrupt her, violate her and mark her as mine.
My heart softens at the obvious love she has for the child. It’s the kind of interaction I longed for with my own mother—to know I came first.
“I’m going to strip her of her title as CEO of Peery Diamonds.”
Smfh
My heart races like it’s about to burst. A hot jolt crackles along my spine, and pure elation like I’ve never experienced before swells. I dip my head and kiss her.
Crossing his arms, he pulls his shirt up.
Aahhhhooooogah
He studies me for a moment, then lifts his heated gaze to look into my eyes. “My pretty wife.”
“Enough,” I beg shakily when he gives me a slow lick. “I’m going to pass out if you keep going.” He looks up at me, his eyes hot and steady. “I won’t let you fall.” My throat tightens. It feels like he’s talking about more than sex for some reason.
His eyes scream, Mine. Then he’s on me like he hasn’t just come, kissing me like he’s out of his mind with lust.
There’s something about her that takes my breath away. Is it sexual? Most definitely. I wish I could bury myself inside her over and over again. But there’s something more I can’t put my finger on.
ahhhhhhh U KNOW HER
I sit up, thinking about how to get her back in bed later. Living under the same roof isn’t enough. I should move into her room. If she’s not one hundred percent into it yet, that’s fine. I can start sleeping in her bed one night at a time.
Ugh he better drop his vendetta
Sebastian was sweet just because. He was playful in the car just because. He gave me orgasms just because. He looked at me with such warmth in his gaze just because.
Normally, I might try to fill the silence with some polite small talk, but not with him. It’s so peaceful without any words to break the quiet.
He reaches out and pats my hand. The motion feels like a knock on the gate to my heart. And I can feel it crack open, allowing him to slip inside a little.
The smile she gives me makes me feel a hundred feet tall. And I have an inexplicable desire to never disappoint her.
