Meadow’s POV
“Hi. I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.” The receptionist raised her gaze to look at me, and then she jerked back slightly, eyes raking over me from top to bottom. Her deep red-colored lips were pulled down in a sneer. “You’re kidding, right?” she scoffed, turning to the lady beside her who had a similar expression on her face. I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me?” The receptionists exchanged another look that made my skin crawl. What the hell was wrong with them? All I wanted to do was get the keys to my room and wait for my fiance, Tyler. We were getting married in a few hours. It was going to be a private ceremony, just me and him. And I wasn’t going to let anyone shit on my plans—much less a couple of rude receptionists. The red-lipped receptionist tilted her head at me. “You already checked in two hours ago. If this is some kind of prank, I’d suggest you quit it now before I call security.” My brows furrowed. “What? I haven’t checked in.” A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. The second receptionist glanced at me as if she was considering something, and then she turned to red lip. “Show her.” Red lip scowled at me, but she did as she was told. She turned her laptop to face me, clicking on a button. And then she pointed at something. The check-in list. And sure enough, my name was there. Meadow Russell. “Oh,” I let out a laugh. “It’s probably my fiance. He must have checked in with my name. I was supposed to get here before him though, that’s why I’m so surprised.” The receptionists exchanged another look. They seemed confused. “That’s not a funny joke, miss,” the second receptionist said. “You checked in with a man two hours ago. I know that because I complimented that cute top you’re wearing.” I glanced down at the white crop top with the word, “BRIDE” written across it. Tyler had gotten me this top a few days ago. He said he saw it and thought it would look really good for the wedding. “And then you said you’re getting married real soon,” red lip finished for her. Something heavy—along with my heart—dropped into my stomach. Something was wrong. “This has to be a misunderstanding…” I trailed off. Because there was no way… No fucking way. “That wasn’t me,” I said firmly this time. They exchanged another glance, and when they both looked at me, I could see something resembling pity in their expression. I didn't like that look. At all. Finally, Red lip sighed. “I don’t know why, but I believe you. Then she leaned backward to search for something. She emerged with a key card. “I hope you get things sorted out,” she muttered, forcing a smile on her face. I couldn’t breathe the entire way up the elevator. This wasn’t possible. She wouldn’t… No. Not after everything. But even as I swiped the key card to unlock the door to our room, my heart raced, and bile rose up my throat. Opening the door only confirmed my fears. My twin sister, Juniper, was straddling my fiance, moaning out loud as he rammed into her from under. For a full minute, all I could do was stare. I stood there, my bag dropping onto the floor with a soft thud. The insides of my cheek hurt because of how hard I was biting them. Tears had long blurred my vision. And they hadn't even noticed me. ‘Maybe he didn’t know,’ I said to myself. ‘Maybe he thought Juni was me.’ But even without saying those words out loud, I realized how awfully stupid they sounded. Tyler and I had never had sex. “Mmhm, yes. That’s it, baby,” Juniper moaned. “You fuck me so good, babe.” Something inside of me broke, screaming at me to turn around, leave quietly and never show my face again. But something stronger dared me to stay. So that’s what I did. “Juniper…?” My voice cracked. “Tyler?” They both turned to look at me at the same time. Surprise and something else flared in Tyler’s expression, but it was gone before I could blink. He pushed her off him, and Juniper had the nerve to moan. “Seriously, Ty? I was close.” Ty? “Meadow,” Tyler heaved as he jumped out of the bed, not even bothering to cover his junk. “I swear, I thought she was you. I didn’t—” He started to reach for my arm but I jerked back, my eyes focused on one person and one person alone. Juniper. She had a smug grin on her face as she arranged her disheveled hair. “Oh, please, baby,” she said airily. “It’s time we cut the act, don’t you think? It’s getting too pathetic.” Tyler turned to face her. “Come on. It’s fun.” “What is… what are you…?” I was speechless. Stunned. It didn’t look like this was some kind of first time mistake. It looked like they knew each other really well. And there’s no way that was even possible. Because I’d never introduced Juniper to Tyler. I hadn’t even seen Juniper in two years. “How—” Juniper let out a sharp laugh as she stood up. She also didn’t bother to cover up, so both of them were stark naked in front of me. “She’s going into shock, baby. We should put her out of her misery right away, shouldn’t we?” She mused, walking over to where Tyler stood. And then she pulled him toward her and kissed him right in front of me, letting out a soft moan and a giggle. I wanted to leave so badly, but my feet wouldn’t move. For some reason, they were glued to the floor. And for an even more fucked reason, I couldn’t look away. I watched Juniper grab Tyler’s still-hard dick in her hand and jerk it back and forth while her eyes remained on mine. “Y–you said…” I struggled to form words. I couldn’t even recognize my own voice. “You said you weren’t ready to have sex yet, Tyler,” I said shakily. “You said you’d wait till we were married.” Tyler threw his head back and laughed, biting his lip and groaning slightly due to the pleasure he was receiving. My knees buckled from under me and I had to hold on to the wall to steady myself. “I thought you loved me!” I said louder now, feeling the tears begin to run down my face. Juniper let go of Tyler and he took a few steps closer to me. And when he took a hold of my jaw, I couldn’t move. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”Alaric’s POV: My phone buzzed with incoming messages. Even before I took it out of my pocket, I already knew what the messages would contain.Dirt.Dirt on the waiter who thought he could be smooth with my wife and sneak her his phone number with those damning words—No marriage is ever that serious.That still burned my chest whenever I thought about it. Just tossing the receipt into the trash wouldn’t have been nearly enough—I’d soaked it in vodka and watched the ink fade away before I left for work.And that was yesterday.“We’re here, sir,” West announced as I opened my phone to the messages from Trip. I paid no mind to him, instead choosing to focus on what I was looking at.And with every second that passed, a feeling of delight multiplied in my chest.The boy was a drug dealer. Not only that, but he had been arrested several months ago for selling his sick grandmother’s medication while she was on her deathbed.“Motherfucker,” I muttered under my breath.He was on parole, work
Meadow’s POV: The moment I asked that question, the atmosphere shifted. Alaric looked away from me, his body tensing, his jaw clenching even harder.I knew why I chose this question. Because there really was no way for Alaric to avoid the truth. Maybe I was being manipulative, but I needed to know. This was the only way I would know if Alaric did get drunk with Clarissa like she had claimed.Like I said, I was going to find a way to ask. And now, the opportunity had simply presented itself.“Alaric?” I pressed again, my voice quieter this time.He pushed away from the counter. From me. And I instantly knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be a lie.“You did.”My stomach fell, my voice shaking as I replied: “You’re lying.”“Meadow—”“No,” I snapped, jumping down from the counter. I stumbled, but Alaric was quick to catch me before I could fall. “You said you were going to answer honestly.”He ran a hand through my hair, his eyes unfocused but hard. Ho
Meadow’s POV: I may have held back on getting to know Alaric any further tonight, but I wasn’t going to let go of the matter with Clarissa.I was going to find a way to ask him about her without raising any suspicions.After he fucked me on my vanity table, he kissed me one last time, and then went downstairs to get some food warm for both of us.I took a quick shower and got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts—he seemed to love it when I wore that—and then I went down the stairs to the kitchen where he was already setting up our plates and a bottle of wine.I nearly melted at the sight. Alaric had changed into a pair of sweatpants but he was still shirtless. And the pants hung low on his hips.My mouth watered again. I couldn’t imagine I had been missing all of that pleasure while I was still a virgin. However, if there was anything I was relieved about, it was the fact that Alaric got to disvirgin me.I was glad I gave that part of me to him. There was no one else I could im
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Alaric’s POV: I think I may have been obsessed with her.No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at my gorgeous wife, her face had fallen. But I wasn’t done speaki
Meadow’s POV: “I’m sorry I put the note in my bra.”It had been an hour since Alaric and I had sex. We remained in my bed, both of us wide awake but lost in our thoughts. He was in a calmer mood now, but I could still tell that he was still slightly annoyed with me.Because he hadn’t said a word to me. He just kept stroking my back tenderly as I rested my head on his chest.He paused then, hand on my lower back. I raised my head to look at him and he was already watching me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher. His teeth scraped lightly over his bottom lip.“Hey…” I continued softly, reaching up to cradle his cheek. “The waiter was an asshole, Alaric, but I would never do that to you. I wasn’t going to call him, I was just… being defiant.”Plus, I wanted to see what he would do, but I didn’t add that part. My mind drifted to his phone on my vanity. He’d been typing a message on it before he dropped it. Who had he texted? Trip? The waiter?I knew Alaric wasn’t going to let this go. However