Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Sleeping with him “You are loud.” i flinched at hearing Aren‘s hoarse mutter. 

“H–how...?” It was the only part of the question I could mumble in panic. 

Aren lifted his upper body, supporting his weight with a bent elbow, his eyes narrowed from sleep. “How... what?” 

“How did I end up here... like this?!” I looked at him wide–eyed, my heart pounding. 

Aren sighed, a faint smirk curving his lips. “You fell asleep.” 

A wave of heat flooded me, a juicy blush surfacing on my cheeks. How could that happen? I wasn‘t drunk. I had barely drank two glasses of champagne. Fine, I was exhausted, but how could I fall asleep in the middle of... Oh, God... 

“And... why are you..?” 

“Why am I here with you?” He finished my question. “I also need to sleep.” He shrugged, glancing at me with increasing amusement. 

“B–but...” I breathed, desperate to find a way out of this embarrassing situation. 

A huff of irritation escaped his throat. A second later, he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. I barely registered how I found myself lying with my back against his chest, his arms clutching me tightly. “It‘s five in the morning. Sleep,” he commanded, breathing into my ear. Easy for him to say. My heart hammered as if a mad heavy–metal drummer banged on it. His scent overwhelmed me again, sending all kinds of lewd thoughts to my mind. My body was tightly wrapped in his, my back pressing against the firm wall that was supposed to be called his chest and stomach muscles. His one arm lay on my waist while the other went under my neck and down to my shoulder and arm. The slightest movement of his fingers sent shivers through my entire body and made my wicked mind print thousands of imaginary pictures of him naked each time I tried to close my eyes. No... falling asleep in his arms was like a freaking mission impossible! 

“Your shirt...” I mumbled. He chuckled softly. “What about my shirt?” I swallowed before asking. “What happened to your buttons? Did I..?” 

He snorted and tightened his grip around me. “When you fell asleep, you tangled your fingers around the rim of my shirt‘s neckline. I was about to wake you up gently, when you moaned and yanked your hand away, ripping all of my buttons.” 

I gasped in embarrassment. I could almost see my subconscious with a facepalm gesture. Thankfully, I had my back turned to him, and he couldn‘t see my flustered face. “Why didn‘t you take the shirt off?” I mumbled. 

I could hear the grin in his tone when he said, “I thought it would be fun.” He continued, as he 

over to whisper, “I wanted to have proof of

me,” I grunted

it off now If

his chuckle

and commanding, “shut up

lay, and then he tangled his legs with mine to prevent me from escaping, I gave up, i listened

sound of typing on the computer keyboard and opened my eyes to find i was lying on Aren‘s sola alone while he was already working behind his desk. His body was fully covered in a freshi, Irresistibly sexy navy suit and white shirt, with a full set of buttons this time. I

shifted from his computer screen to me, “What

my heels, correcting my ruffled clothes, my eyes roaming across the floor to search for my shoes. “Um... coffee,” I replied, not looking him in

big deal. We didn‘t have sex —we merely

toast and scrambled eggs to that coffee. The order should get here in twenty minutes. You may use my bathroom; it‘s on the right. Take a shower. There

Ome 

cosmetics?” I pointed out suspiciously. He smirked. “I told Neil to get it for you, just in case.”

“Two days ago,” he tossed, and quickly added, “He will bring you some fresh clothes in a

should probably shower before the stink of yesterday‘s sweat reached my nostrils... or worse, before it reached his nostrils as

entered his bathroom, his scent surrounded me. I found myself breathing it for a minute before snapping out of this weird daze and taking my clothes off to step into the cabin. My lustful imagination didn‘t disappoint me, making me fantasize about Aren while dr water caressed my overly sensitive skin. What did that night in his embrace

a frustrating groan as I walked out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel, figuring that I should leave his office quickly to avoid the unpredictable, humiliating situations that were likely to occur if I stayed there longer. Suddenly, I heard a knocking sound, and Aren‘s voice followed. “Neil brought your clothes. Please

my chest, I slid my hand

imagining Aren yanking that towel off of me and then fucking me senseless... Seriously?! Is my period coming tomorrow

do

a cautious step

snorted. “You‘ve just imagined me naked.”

I protested, bursting into the world‘s most awkward

sent a silent demand that almost made me unwrap myself and present my full nudity in front of him.