Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 6

The hotel’s grand ballroom buzzed with my father’s business associates, all gathered for my birthday.

celebration.

After countless toasts and social niceties, my feet aching in their Louboutins, I snuck away to the quiet

sanctuary of my suite.

I’d barely sunk into the plush bed when I heard movement in the ensuite bathroom. My heart jumped.

“Hello?”

Silence. Curiosity overcame caution as I approached the door.

Suddenly, I was pulled inside, a startled gasp dying on my lips as I found myself pressed against marble by a very wet, very masculine form.

cool

His eyes, fighting to focus, studied my face intently before he breathed out my name. “Aveline

Blackwood?”

I managed a small nod, hypnotized by the droplets trailing down his sharp jawline.

He released his grip only to sway against me, his expensive suit soaked through.

blend of British and something else. “I’m your arranged

“How do I know

my wallet, phone – verify with anyone

wallet. The ID confirmed it – Alexander Sterling, my mysterious

husband–to–be.

you ill?” I studied him properly now – tall, elegant features, pale skin that spoke of good breeding. If he wasn’t

he managed. “Business…

“What?”

Chapter

the door halted as his long fingers circled my wrist. In one fluid motion, he pulled

toward the bed.

murmured, tumbling us both onto

“If you’re

arrangement,” his voice was silk over steel, “perhaps you could

marriage, but to be so intimate

consent. Before I could process

the edge of the bed, my wrists tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of my current state was already sound asleep, looking far too

Asshole!

revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous

carried

Alexander’s long arm reached past me,

brother inside.

darted between us, growing comically wide as realization

get acquainted, not…” he gestured vaguely, face flushing. “You can’t

Alexander groaned, collapsing back