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.

and something else. “I’m your arranged fiancé, Mind

myself. “How do I know you’re really…?“.

Check my wallet, phone – verify with anyone

his wallet. The ID confirmed

husband–to–be.

him properly now – tall, elegant features, pale skin that spoke of good breeding. If

managed. “Business…

“What?”

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fingers circled my wrist. In one fluid motion,

toward the bed.

to run,” he murmured, tumbling us both

“If you’re

break our arrangement,” his voice was silk over steel, “perhaps

to be

for consent. Before I could process another

bed, my wrists tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of my current state was already sound asleep, looking far too innocent for what he’d just put

Asshole!

grabbed a pillow, contemplating revenge, when

William’s voice carried

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

brother inside.

darted between us, growing comically wide as realization

two to get acquainted, not…” he gestured vaguely,

back onto the