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.

he murmured, his accent a cultured blend of British and something else. “I’m your arranged fiancé,

“How do I know

Good. Check my wallet, phone – verify

steadied him enough to retrieve his wallet. The ID confirmed it –

husband–to–be.

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

managed. “Business…

“What?”

Chapter

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

toward the bed.

he murmured, tumbling us both

“If you’re

was silk over steel,

Yes, I’d accepted this marriage, but to be so

mistaking my silence for consent. Before

on the edge of the bed, my wrists tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of my current state was

Asshole!

grabbed a pillow, contemplating revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous

voice carried through the door.

arm reached past me, opening

brother inside.

eyes darted between us, growing comically wide as realization

I wanted you two to get acquainted, not…” he gestured vaguely, face flushing.

collapsing back onto the