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Fifteen

Penulis: Ese Gwede
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-03-21 17:16:16

~Fallon~

The dining room table was drowning in wedding plans. Fabric swatches, floral arrangement samples, and endless seating charts covered every inch of the polished wood surface.

And Reid?

Nowhere to be found.

I stared at the chaos before me, my frustration simmering beneath the surface. For weeks, I had been the one juggling meetings with the planner, answering endless emails, and making every single decision about this wedding.

Our wedding.

Except Reid had barely lifted a finger.

The sound of the front door clicking shut broke my train of thought.

“Finally,” I muttered under my breath.

Reid’s heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, and moments later, he appeared, looking entirely too composed for a man walking into a battlefield. He loosened his tie and glanced at the table, his brows lifting slightly.

“Busy day?” he asked casually.

I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. “You think?”

He ignored my tone and strolled over, picking up a seating chart. “Who’s this… Lillian St.
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  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy five

    ~Fallon~It was close to three in the morning when I heard him.The soft creak of the bedroom door.The muted scrape of his shoes being kicked off.The metallic clink of his watch as he set it on the nightstand.I kept my eyes closed, willing my body to stay still, my breathing even.Listening.Waiting.Wishing the ache in my chest didn’t feel so raw.The bed dipped under his weight a moment later. The sheets shifted. His scent — warm skin, expensive soap, a hint of stress and exhaustion — wrapped around me almost immediately.Part of me wanted to turn into him, to pretend nothing had changed.To pretend we hadn’t already crossed a line we couldn’t uncross.But the part that hurt—the part that was scared—kept me still.Kept me silent.Until I couldn’t anymore.“What’s going on, Reid?”My voice was barely a whisper in the dark.But it still shattered the fragile quiet between us.He didn’t answer right away.I felt him shift closer behind me, one hand hesitating before resting lightly

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy four

    ~Fallon~I stayed curled on the couch long after Reid disappeared upstairs, the faint hum of the television flickering across the room, forgotten.The storm outside had moved on, but inside me, something was still brewing.Restless.Heavy.Unseen but impossible to ignore.The tea had gone cold between my hands. I didn’t even notice until my fingers numbed against the porcelain.I set it down on the coffee table carefully — like one wrong move would shatter everything around me.Because that’s what it felt like.Like I was sitting inside a glass house, already spiderwebbed with cracks.One wrong breath.One wrong look.And the whole thing would come down around us.⸻I stood slowly, unsure where I was going until my feet started moving.Through the kitchen, past the formal dining room we almost never used.Everywhere I looked, there were pieces of us.A jacket thrown over the back of a chair.A pair of my sunglasses abandoned on the console table.A half-burned candle from a dinner we

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy three

    ~Reid~The morning started with a meeting that should’ve been simple.But nothing about my life was simple anymore.I sat at the head of the conference table — the same table where I’d closed billion-dollar deals, dismantled competitors, expanded empires.The same table where I’d always been the calmest man in the room.Not today.Today, even breathing felt calculated.Measured.Because every word that came out of my team’s mouths pointed to the same grim conclusion:Daniel Prescott was coming for us.Not openly — he wasn’t stupid.Not with his name attached to any paper trail.But the signs were there.Too many quiet moves.Too many frayed partnerships.Too many leaks that reeked of insider knowledge — things only someone with access to our most delicate mergers would know how to use against me.And sitting in the center of it all was Fallon.Unaware.Caught in the middle of a war her last name had reignited.“These whispers about instability,” Miles said, sliding another report acro

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy two

    ~Fallon~The kitchen was quiet except for the soft hum of the coffee maker and the muted murmur of the morning news playing low from the built-in speakers.I stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, wrapped in Reid’s shirt, sleeves swallowing my hands, the hem grazing the tops of my thighs.I should’ve felt ridiculous.Instead, I felt… right.I moved on instinct, pulling plates from the cabinets, buttering toast, scrambling eggs with one hand while sipping coffee with the other.Nothing fancy.Just breakfast.But it felt dangerously close to something bigger.The kind of thing you didn’t get to have in a marriage like ours.The kind of thing that made you forget this was supposed to be temporary.I heard him before I saw him — the soft pad of bare feet, the low scrape of his hand through his hair.He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing only a pair of dark sweats, looking at me like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or drag me back to bed.“You trying to replace the

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy one

    ~Fallon~I woke up tangled in him.The steady rhythm of Reid’s breathing, the strong arm slung over my waist, the heavy heat of his chest against my back—it wrapped around me like a second skin.It was safe yet dangerous. But it still felt like home.For a moment, I stayed still, letting myself sink into it.Letting myself pretend.Pretend that this was normal.That this was ours without conditions.That there wasn’t a clock ticking somewhere in the background, counting down the moments until all of this fell apart.His hand shifted against my stomach, fingers flexing like he was chasing something even in sleep.And then—slowly—he tugged me closer, pulling my body flush against his, his nose brushing the nape of my neck.A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it.A sigh. A plea. A crack in my already fragile armor.I should’ve moved.I should’ve climbed out of bed, slipped away, rebuilt the walls that were already starting to crumble under the weight of him.But I didn’t.I staye

  • Fallon’s Reid: An Arranged Contract   One hundred and seventy

    ~Fallon~The days blurred together after that.Work. Meetings. Dinners that felt like dress rehearsals for a life we were both too tired to keep faking.Smiles that didn’t reach my eyes.Conversations that skated the surface, never daring to sink deeper.And Reid — always there, always close — watching me with that careful, quiet intensity that made it impossible to pretend for long.He didn’t push.He didn’t ask.But he saw.And somehow, that was worse.Because every day that passed with him being gentle, with him giving me space, with him offering me quiet things I hadn’t even asked for… it chipped at the walls I was trying so hard to rebuild.It made me ache.It made me want.And I hated how much I craved the very thing I was trying to survive without.I thought I could bury it under work.That if I stayed busy enough, distracted enough, maybe I could forget the way his hands felt when they held me through the night.Maybe I could forget the way he whispered my name like it was som

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