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.

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

what?” I caught myself. “How

neck. “Cautious. Good. Check my wallet, phone –

retrieve his wallet. The ID confirmed it – Alexander

husband–to–be.

features, pale skin that spoke of good breeding. If he wasn’t nearly passing

he managed. “Business…

“What?”

Chapter

door halted as his long fingers circled

toward the bed.

late to run,” he murmured,

“If you’re

silk over steel, “perhaps you could

froze. Yes, I’d accepted this marriage, but to be

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

The perpetrator of my current state

Asshole!

contemplating revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous thoughts.

voice carried through the

arm reached past me, opening the door just

brother inside.

darted between us, growing comically wide as realization

acquainted, not…” he gestured vaguely, face flushing. “You can’t just…”

Alexander groaned, collapsing back