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.”

Seth had already scooped Hugo into his arms. Issac couldn’t help but

Cicely pouted, “Hugo…”

his hand holding Cicely, Seth said

“Now, I’m not.”

kissed her cheek. “It’s the same if I hold him.

her eyes

of showing off our child – the ultimate

but chuckle at Seth’s words. Hugo blinked, realizing he was a little prop in

holding the cute and bright child—who was clearly a

a bit grumpy. But when people complimented her beauty, praised her handsome son, and lauded her husband’s excellence, Cicely couldn’t

dined privately with Damon, Chloe, Kane, and others, and

on the car ride home, his eyelids heavy

woman who should have been in the bathroom was standing by the bed,

were scattered across the bed, some opened. Clearly, she had been busy

her hair, which had been

though decent, was vibrant red, and it outlined her curves stunningly. With

she casually brushed her hair aside and reached for the

aside, and asked, “Ready for a

the closet, she was met with Seth’s dark eyes. It

going weak

his voice was a deep,

“Then what…”

“You intoxicate me.”

flushed, Seth’s flattery becoming

his eyes burning with

you don’t have to

no room for retort, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss that spoke of

around them faded away as they lost themselves in the intensity

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

seemed there had only had sex that one time these past

a bit,” Seth’s breath was scorching against her lips, his husky voice spilling from his throat, each word clinging close as

about to play hard to get on their wedding

an unintentional sweetness, soft and seductive, stirring Seth deeply. His kiss landed on the corner of her lips as his

second.” His words were a brazen declaration, and Cicely

didn’t allow her much time to ponder, as her clothing

around her tightly, leaving kiss after kiss, each

rise within her. One arm slipped from beneath its strap, reaching for

were muffled, and suddenly, Seth stopped, gazing down at the woman pinned against the wardrobe, one arm draped

revealing soft skin, her raven hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, cheeks flushed

eyes unavoidably carried a hint of bewilderment as she spoke, her gaze locked

was now filled