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

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

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

to retrieve his wallet. The ID

husband–to–be.

ill?” I studied him properly now – tall, elegant features, pale skin that spoke of good breeding. If he wasn’t nearly passing out,

managed. “Business…

“What?”

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step toward the door halted as his long fingers circled my wrist.

toward the bed.

murmured, tumbling

“If you’re

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

this marriage, but to be so

for consent. Before I could process another thought,

tender, face flushed. The perpetrator of my current state was already sound asleep, looking far

Asshole!

pillow, contemplating revenge, when a knock interrupted

William’s voice carried through the

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

brother inside.

between us, growing comically wide

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

shut it,” Alexander groaned, collapsing back onto the bed with weakness.