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To whoever is saddled with the responsibility of understanding men, I wish you good luck and a thousand kisses, cheers!

Understanding men is like Rocket science and I had neither the time for both.

These past few weeks have been tumultuous and enraging.

From thinking I found the perfect guy, planning on telling my parents about us and thinking about a future with him to being betrayed with my fiancé's head thrown at my feet, then I was marked and now I was getting married.

I just couldn't catch a break.

I needed air, a breather, a relief, anything. I wanted to climb up valleys look down at the world and scream for all to hear just how pained and frustrated I was.

But most of all, I needed to think. I needed to find a way to get myself out of this mess which was impossible with my back pressed against Orian and his hips rocking against my derriêre, amusing word. This position hindered my thinking abilities.

The sparks ignited on my skin as our bodies pressed together, rubbing ag