The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The wedding reception was finally winding down, and Cicely slipped out of her elegant bridal gown, ready to change into another dress for the evening’s toasts.

She emerged in a stunning red cocktail dress that hugged her figure, with a V-neck design that showcased her delicate collarbones and graceful neck. Her waist was slender, her body’s proportions enviable in their perfection. Her hair, styled in soft waves, was gathered loosely at the nape of her neck, with a few tendrils framing her face. Simple stud earrings complemented her lovely earlobes.

The delicate bride was radiant in red. Cicely rarely wore such bold colors, and today, she was truly a sight to behold.

It was winter, and she wrapped herself in a fluffy faux fur coat. The dress was changed, but Cicely made herself comfortable in the bridal suite and showed no signs of wanting to leave.

“I’m tired; weddings are no fun at all,” she grumbled, despite the beautiful and comfy ballet flats Seth had thoughtfully provided for her. She lay sprawled on the bed, reluctant to move.

Emiliana stood by, helpless. “You only get married once, Cicely. One final push, toast with the guests, and it’s all done.”d2

Cicely lay on her side, her fingers playing with the soft white duvet, still not convinced.

The door opened, and Seth walked in. “What happened?”

Emiliana was about to explain, but Cicely looked up at Seth with puffed cheeks and eyes sparkling with a hint of grievance. “Tired.”

Seth sat at the foot of the bed, lifting Cicely’s feet onto his lap and gently massaging them. “I’ll have someone bring you something to eat in a bit.”

Emiliana reminded them, “It’s almost time to go out for the toasts.”

“There’s no need to go out.”

Cicely blinked. “Not toasting?”

“I’ll handle it.”

After a few seconds of silence, Cicely raised her other foot onto Seth’s lap.

Seth continued to massage her feet as Emiliana looked away, feeling an unexpected pang of longing for such love. When a man fell in love, it could be intoxicating.

Charlie knocked on the door, hurrying them along. Cicely sat up, her energy seemingly renewed. “I’m coming too.”

“I thought you were tired?”

Cicely raised an eyebrow and huffed, “I think seizing the chance to flaunt our love is more important.”

Emiliana pinched the bridge of her nose, resigned to the couple’s display of affection.

Seth carried Cicely from the room, with Charlie standing by. Issac was there as well, holding little Hugo in his arms.

“Daddy’s holding mommy again,” Hugo noted, his day seemingly brighter for it. But Seth gave him a look that seemed oddly stern.

Once in the banquet hall, Cicely insisted on being put down. Seth complied, and she immediately went to hug Hugo.

“Issac, give me Hugo.”

Hugo into his arms. Issac couldn’t help but

Cicely pouted, “Hugo…”

hand holding Cicely,

“Now, I’m not.”

and kissed her cheek. “It’s the same if I hold him. You reach your goal without

lip, her

you thinking of showing off our child – the ultimate show of

and even Emiliana couldn’t help but chuckle at Seth’s words. Hugo blinked, realizing he was a little prop in their game

Seth was indulging Cicely’s whims, holding the cute and bright child—who was clearly a chip off

smug, proud smile, Cicely couldn’t help but feel a bit grumpy. But when people complimented her beauty, praised her handsome son, and lauded her husband’s excellence, Cicely couldn’t deny the pride swelling in

evening continued without fatigue setting in. Later, they dined privately with Damon, Chloe, Kane, and others, and

asleep on the car ride home, his eyelids heavy

had housekeepers, Seth personally warmed some milk for Cicely. As he pushed open the bedroom door, the woman who should have been in the bathroom was standing by the bed, her fur coat discarded. She was in the process

opened.

the sound of Seth entering, her hair, which had been up all day, cascading

her curves stunningly. With her soft, tousled hair, she was the picture of elegance and

casually brushed her hair aside and reached

the milk aside, and asked, “Ready for

syllable out, she was grabbed around the waist and flipped over. Leaning against the closet, she was met with Seth’s dark eyes. It was thick with emotion, like wine too

weak at

voice was a deep, husky

“Then what…”

“You intoxicate me.”

flushed, Seth’s flattery becoming smoother by

their foreheads touching, his eyes burning with desire. “Happy wedding day,

have

capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that spoke of possession

world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the intensity of their

it was clear that neither of them was going to let that stand in the

had sex that

husky voice spilling from his throat, each word clinging close as if reluctant

about to play hard to get on their wedding night. She knew something was bound to happen and was mentally

up again, Cicely’s voice carried an unintentional sweetness, soft and seductive, stirring Seth deeply. His kiss

waiting, not even a second.” His words were a brazen declaration, and Cicely couldn’t help wondering whose rogue spirit

to ponder, as her clothing

tightly, leaving kiss after kiss,

talking was futile at this point, Cicely felt the heat rise within her. One arm slipped from beneath its strap, reaching for support and encircling Seth’s shoulder, bearing

were muffled, and suddenly, Seth stopped, gazing down at the woman

revealing soft skin, her raven hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes hazy with desire. She was a vision

hint of

air of aloof elegance, was now filled with a hormone-fueled hunger, radiating dominance and possession.