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.

his accent a cultured blend of British and something else. “I’m your arranged fiancé, Mind doing me a favor?”

“How do I know you’re really…?“.

Good. Check my wallet, phone – verify with anyone you like.”

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

husband–to–be.

– tall, elegant features, pale skin that spoke

he managed. “Business… rivals.”

“What?”

Chapter

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

toward the bed.

to run,” he murmured, tumbling us

“If you’re

his voice was silk over

to be so intimate with a

he breathed, mistaking my silence for consent. Before I could process another thought, his lips

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

Asshole!

when a

voice carried

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

brother inside.

growing comically

get acquainted, not…” he gestured vaguely, face

groaned, collapsing back onto the bed with weakness.