Chapter 01: Borrowed Bride (18+)

Cierra.

“Mom, you have to be kidding me…”

I stood in the middle of my bedroom, staring down at my phone like it had personally betrayed me. Mom was on FaceTime, newly applied bridal makeup still perfect despite the chaos she was dealing with in court.

“I am not kidding. It’s just for an hour,” she insisted, voice too calm for the madness she was asking for.

I scoffed. “What if George comes in?”

“George doesn’t need to know,” she said. “Cierra, can’t you do one tiny thing for your mother?”

“It’s not tiny,” I muttered. “He’s going to know.”

“There’s no way he will. We both work out, same body shape…” she waved her hand casually.

“My boobs are fuller,” I cut in.

She laughed. “That is why I love you, my baby.”

“Mom, don’t fucking try to bribe me with love.”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about love,” she said, smirking. “I was going to bribe you with something better.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Get the vibrator after your court case.”

“Cierra Monroe! What the hell?”

“That’s the only bribe my soul recognizes.”

We both burst into laughter, the kind that made my chest tighten from the knowledge that none of this was actually funny.

“Thank you so much, sweetie,” she said genuinely.

“Thank goodness veil removal is optional. He’ll just see the… mini you,” I teased.

She snorted. “Exactly. The perfect decoy bride.”

I sobered and looked at her carefully. “Mom… you will win this case, right?”

She hesitated for half a second... too long.

“I always win. Trust your mother.”

“I do. But why would they withhold your flight ticket if the situation isn’t serious?”

She sighed. “Well, your mom is a...”

My doorbell rang loudly, cutting her off.

“Duty calls,” I said with a groan.

“Sure,” she said. “But remember...”

“I know, I know. A secret between a mother and daughter stays between a mother and daughter.”

“That’s my girl.” She blew a kiss and the call cut.

I dropped the phone on my bed. “Oh, fuck. This week is going to be a crazy-ass week.”

I opened the door...and froze.

My boyfriend.

No, not my boyfriend.

My ex.

George Don.

Looking like he’d forgotten how to breathe, let alone speak.

“Um… hello?” I forced out.

“Cierra…” he breathed, like my name still belonged on his tongue.

I stepped aside. “Come in.”

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I grabbed the nearest cigarette and lit it. His eyes followed every move, hunger dripping from his stare.

“So… why are you here?” I asked, exhaling smoke toward him.

“Call me an obsessed ex,” he said with a half-smirk.

“Oh, right,” I said. “So you walked the earth searching for better coochie and discovered they could never beat mine?”

He chuckled. “Nice guess.”

My eyes narrowed. “Shut up, motherfucker.”

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, I shoved the cigarette between his lips and pushed him backward onto my couch, climbing onto his lap like instinct had taken over.

He lifted me effortlessly, carried me into the bathroom, pressing me against the wet tiles, water splashing over both of us. His jeans dropped to the floor, his cock hard and heavy against my thigh.

“Say you want it,” he growled against my lips.

I gasped. “I want it.”

He didn’t wait. His hand shoved up my gown, ripping my panties down. My legs wrapped around his waist, he rubbed his cock as he slammed into me, deep, hard, brutal.

“Ohhh fuck...” I cried, biting into his shoulder as he fucked me against the wall, water pouring down on us.

He grunted, his hand choking me lightly, eyes dark and wild. “You like that, don’t you? Being ruined by someone you know shouldn't be in your life anymore..”

“Yes...oh god yes,” I moaned, nails digging into his back.

He flipped me, bending me over the sink, slamming into me harder, faster. My reflection in the mirror showed me: messy hair, parted lips, eyes gone wild with lust. I didn’t even recognize myself.

He spanked me, the sound echoing in the steam. “Take it.”

I screamed his name...no...I screamed nonsense, screamed pleasure, screamed everything I’d been holding in..

He sighed. "Fuck."

"You love it, don't you?" He turned me, grabbing my waist as he kissed me deeply, passionately but I was never a girl of passion as he dragged my shirt down to my bare breast.

I took his hands and traced them to my nipples as he bit my tongue, kissing me like this could be our last make out.

"Fuck, you must be starving..." He said as i moaned 'mhmm' under my breath.

I raised my legs, spreading them wide open for easy penetration as he adjusted and pulled out his cock.

"C'mon, slide it all in." I said, rubbing his cock.

"Fuck fuck, do it however you please, princess." He whispered, feeling the warmth of my hand on his cock.

I stroked his cock profusely before inserting it...

He felt my tight pussy compressed as he began moving in slowly.

"Fast, please." I moaned out as he held my neck and began thrusting fast.

He ploughed non-stop as i gave out sounds of pleasure, He held my legs tightly, as he kept fucking me deep, hitting every corner of my pussy.

He leaned closer, kissing and fumbling my breast...Just as his hands slid up my back..

A knock.

He frozed.

“No. No, ignore it,” I hissed.

Again...Knock. Knock.

Insistent. Sharp.

Then, a white envelope slid under my door, gliding across the floor like a threat.

George sat back. “Is it bad?”

I picked up the envelope...thick paper, gold seal, expensive trouble.

My name handwritten across the front.

I ripped it open.

Read.

And felt my stomach drop into hell itself.

“Oh… what the actual fuck…”

“Worse than bad?” George asked carefully.

I swallowed hard, fingers trembling as I stared at the shocking words stamped inside.

“Much worse,” I said… because the universe had officially lost its mind.