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.

a coincidence,” he murmured, his accent a cultured blend of British and

caught myself. “How do I know

my neck. “Cautious. Good. Check my

wallet. The ID confirmed it – Alexander Sterling, my

husband–to–be.

that spoke of good breeding. If he wasn’t

managed.

“What?”

Chapter

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

toward the bed.

late to run,” he murmured,

“If you’re

voice was silk over steel, “perhaps you could help me through

accepted this marriage, but to be so intimate with a stranger, even

Before I could process

I sat on the edge of the bed, my wrists tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of my

Asshole!

pillow, contemplating revenge, when a knock interrupted my murderous

William’s voice carried

Alexander’s long arm reached past me, opening

brother inside.

darted between us, growing

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

collapsing back onto the bed with

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