Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

6. Chapter 6 A First Kiss

It was almost afternoon by the time Mikayla woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw the hotel's iconic chandelier, her heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly lifted the quilt and was relieved to see her clothes intact. Looking up, she caught the gaze of a man with piercing gray eyes watching her intently. Sitting cool and collected in his sharp suit, the tidy buzz cut he wore only added to his distinguished vibe. This was new for Mikayla; she'd never found a buzz cut so, well, hot, before.

Soon, Mikayla snapped back to reality, her cheeks burning. "Is he gone?" she asked, referring to Jaxon.

"Yeah," came the reply, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey.

"And he... how did you know?" Mikayla stammered, feeling a bit awkward.

"You should be more careful." Carlos snapped his fingers, and a muscle man strolled in. "Meet my personal driver. He's gonna be your shadow from now on."

Touched by Carlos' pure trust, Mikayla didn't feel like arguing. After all, if he hadn't shown up in time, the situation could have been dire. She didn't expect Jaxon to stoop to such low measures for the marriage alliance.

training of some sort. Her suspicion was confirmed in the next moment when Carlos spoke. "This is Josiah Haartman, my go-to guy. He is trained in combat and was the black

didn't dare to disobey Carlos. While she felt sorry for him getting stuck with her, selfishly, she was all for it. Safety

way he was dishing out contacts for the city's bigwig and setting

had in the city was that very high-roller she'd been sizing up as a bigwig? That might

'fiancé',

"Carlos Ludwig," he replied.

later joined some secret military training. It seemed like he had just faded from the spotlight. And now, he was actually her fiancé! Thinking of their first meeting when she had mistaken

her astonishment, Carlos leaned in. "Having second

hand, all smiles. "Mikayla Salvatore. Can't wait to be your fiancée!" The warmth from his rough hand met hers as they

be your fiancé," Carlos