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

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

The ID confirmed it – Alexander

husband–to–be.

pale skin that

he managed. “Business… rivals.”

“What?”

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long fingers circled my wrist. In one fluid motion,

toward the bed.

murmured, tumbling us both

“If you’re

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

to be so intimate

Before I could process

bed, my wrists tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of

Asshole!

pillow, contemplating revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous thoughts.

carried through

me, opening the door just enough to

brother inside.

eyes darted between us, growing comically wide as

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

it,” Alexander groaned, collapsing back onto the bed with