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.

accent a cultured blend of British and something

what?” I caught myself. “How do I know

warmed my neck. “Cautious. Good. Check my wallet, phone – verify with

to retrieve his wallet. The

husband–to–be.

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

he managed. “Business…

“What?”

Chapter

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

toward the bed.

murmured, tumbling

“If you’re

silk

to be so intimate with a stranger,

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

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

Asshole!

revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous

carried through the door.

arm reached past me, opening the door just

brother inside.

growing

not…” he gestured vaguely, face flushing.

groaned, collapsing back onto the bed