LOGINMarcus’ pov The moment I stepped into the wedding venue, my stomach clenched so violently that I had to pause. I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat, It felt like I was actually going to throw up. The place was a controlled chaos of luxury. Everywhere I looked, the space was transforming into something almost obscenely beautiful. Workers moved with practiced efficiency across the massive hall, carrying decorations worth fortunes. White linen tablecloths sat folded in neat stacks in one corner. Crystal glass tables had already been arranged in perfect rows, their polished surfaces reflecting the bright overhead lights. Nearby, royal gold chairs stood lined up, their frames ornate and heavy with luxury. Everything was coming together. And somehow, that made me sick. “Excuse me, sir.” I looked back just in time to see six men struggling beneath the weight of the biggest chandelier I had ever seen. The thing looked large enough to light up a palace. Honestly, w
Chapter 11EmilyThe afternoon sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the hotel suite in warm golden light. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring how the smoky red lingerie clung to my body like a second skin. The delicate lace barely covered anything, yet somehow made me feel more powerful than naked.I knew it would get to this point eventually. I had seen it coming. Still, I wasn’t ready for it to end Atleast not yet. Strangely, this time, the guilt wasn’t overwhelming. It lingered somewhere in the background, quiet… almost ignorable.My gaze dropped to what I was wearing Xavier had sent the set earlier with a small black card that still made my cheeks burn whenever I thought about it“Let’s see how many times you can get fucked before your wedding.”The memory sent heat rushing through me.I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. The entire wall was made of clear glass, giving me an unobstructed view of Xavier. Water cascaded down his broad shoulder
The sound of my door bursting open with a loud creak woke me from my sleep.There, standing at the entrance—Emily.She marched straight in, her heels clicking sharply against my floor.“Marcus!” she yelled, this time standing at the foot of my bed.I blinked against the morning light that streamed through the half drawn curtains, my head still foggy from too little sleep. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of the sudden intrusion.Emily stood there with her arms crossed, dressed in a crisp white blouse and tailored trousers, looking every bit the woman who expected the world to rearrange itself for her.Perfect hair. Perfect posture. Like she had stepped out of a photoshoot instead of into someone else’s room.She didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“I need you to haul some decor to the wedding venue,” she said, her tone leaving no room for discussion.I blinked at her, unimpressed, dragging a hand down my face.“Emily, I have plans. I need to meet up with Merlina and also have
Marcus You shouldn’t have taken that,” he repeated, his voice low and rough—like gravel crushed under boots.His gaze flicked once more to the empty wine glass on the table before settling back on me.“You really thought you could just walk away… even after I told you not to leave?”“I—I didn’t feel good,” I stammered, my voice unsteady. “I couldn’t wait anymore… and you were busy with your fiancée.”Ethan closed the remaining distance in one smooth deliberate step, his chest brushing mine smooth and warm cutting through the cool night air, wrapping around me.A soft laugh slipped from him—quiet, almost amused—and it scraped against my nerves. Nothing about this was funny.His hand came up suddenly, fingers gripping my jaw with firm possession as he tilted my face up to his. His grip wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t gentle either. Controlling. Certain.His thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip.“Jealous?” he asked.His eyes held mine, unblinking, intense enough to pin me in place.I wan
MarcusI stood frozen in place, my body locked in disbelief. Why the hell did Jake have to be everywhere I went? I could feel the annoyance boiling up inside me—hot and vicious.“Why the hell did you keep following me around?” For the first time, I spoke without fear, locking eyes with him in a hard stare.“You knew damn well he was getting married to Emily, right?” Jake closed the distance with slow, aggressive steps until he stopped inches from my face, his voice low and venomous. “Why the hell were you trying to wreck this for her, Marcus?”“What were you even talking about?” I snapped, turning my back on him.“I wouldn’t let you ruin things for Emily,” he growled. “Not on my watch.”I whipped around, annoyance exploding into raw anger. “And who the hell were you to decide anything for Emily, huh?”“I protected the people I loved,” he shot back, eyes narrowing. “And Emily was one of them.”I let out a harsh, mocking laugh right in his face. “Protect the people you loved? That was r
The door to the private suite had barely clicked shut before Xavier pushed me against it, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. I moaned into the kiss, months of aching frustration spilling out of me in desperate, needy sounds. Ethan had never touched me like this. No one had. Not since Xavier.He didn’t bother with slow seduction. His hands tore my robe open, fingers hooking into my soaked lace panties and ripping them down my thighs. I kicked them off frantically, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled against my neck as two thick fingers slid through my folds, coating themselves in my slick arousal. ‘Did he starve you so long” a smile spread across his face He pushed them inside me without warning, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.I cried out, my head falling back against the door with a thud. “Xavier… oh God…”He pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling my swollen clit wi







