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

what?” I caught myself. “How

neck. “Cautious. Good. Check my

retrieve his wallet. The ID confirmed it

husband–to–be.

him properly now – tall, elegant features, pale skin that spoke of good

managed. “Business…

“What?”

Chapter

circled my wrist. In one fluid motion, he pulled

toward the bed.

run,” he murmured,

“If you’re

planning to break our arrangement,” his voice was silk over steel, “perhaps you could help

be so intimate

mistaking my silence for consent. Before I could process another thought, his lips found mine.

The perpetrator of my current state was already sound asleep, looking far too

Asshole!

when a knock

William’s voice carried through

panic, Alexander’s long arm reached past me, opening the door just

brother inside.

between us, growing comically wide

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

collapsing back onto the bed with