LOGINI thought my life was sorted. I have a sweet fiancé Marcus, a cozy apartment and my wedding Pinterest board on lock. As The classic good girl, I saved myself for marriage, never gave anyone trouble and always made safe choices. That was until I met Marcus’ dad Victor. He is tall, suave and deliciously charming. Everything about him turns me on without trying. Just one handshake and my body lit up like fireworks. I panicked and told myself it was hormones. I avoided him like a plague and even gave Marcus my virginity few months to our wedding but it didn’t work. One girls’ night and one weird-tasting drink, I find myself in his bed begging like I’d lost my mind while he ruins me for his son. Now I dream him every night while Marcus snores beside me like nothing’s changed. He has no idea I’m picturing his father when he touches me and that it’s his dad’s name I’m biting back when I come. I tell myself in the mirror every morning: “Stop! You’re not this person.” But the second we’re in the same room? My willpower cracks. This isn’t cute at all. It’s messy, embarrassing and terrifying. The safest choice feels lonelier every day and the dangerous one feels like I’m finally breathing. What am I to do when the person I’m supposed to marry isn’t the one setting my body on fire and the one who is happens to be the last man I’m allowed to want? How long can I keep this affair hidden from Marcus when the wedding is so close and Victor is determined to have not just my body?
View MoreIris's POV The bridal shop was everything I had pictured and somehow nothing like it at all. I had walked into the appointment expecting the same quiet, polished atmosphere the shop usually offered with soft music and respectful silence. The kind of place where everyone whispered like they were in a library that happened to sell wedding dresses. Instead, my friends had turned it into what could only be described as organized chaos. "I need more pins," Margaret the seamstress announced, her voice barely cutting through the noise. "She keeps moving." "She keeps breathing," Amy corrected. "That's the problem. If she would just stop breathing, this would go much faster." I stood on the small raised platform in front of a wall of mirrors, wearing my wedding dress for what felt like the hundredth time. It was the same dress I had tried on with
Iris’s POV He was standing near the counter, waiting for his order, looking like he had just stepped out of a business meeting and also somehow a magazine photo shoot at the same time. Dark blazer, crisp shirt, that effortless composure that made everyone around him look slightly underdressed. My stomach dropped so fast I thought I might actually slide out of my chair. Maya saw him a second after I did. Her eyes went wide, and she kicked me under the table. Hard. "Ow," I hissed. "Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "My foot slipped." Victor turned, coffee in hand, and his eyes scanned the room. I knew the exact moment he spotted me because his expression flickered, just for a heartbeat. Then he smoothed it over with that calm, polite smile I had come to know too well. He started walking toward our table. "No
Iris’s POV My phone buzzed on the nightstand, rattling against the wood like an angry little beetle. I fumbled for it with my eyes still closed, swiping at the screen until the buzzing stopped and a voice came through instead."Good morning, future wife,” Marcus said cheerfully. His voice was still rough with sleep, that gravelly edge he always had first thing in the morning."What time is it?" I mumbled into the pillow."Early. I couldn't sleep."I rolled onto my back and blinked at the ceiling. "So you decided I shouldn't sleep either?""Exactly. Marriage is about sharing everything."I laughed, soft and sleepy. "I don't think that's what the vows say.""I'm adding it. 'In sickness and in health, and also I will wake you up when I'm bored.'""That's very romantic.""I thought so."I stretched under the covers, my body still heavy with the kind of deep sleep I hadn't had in
Iris’s POV My mother waited until we were all belted into the car before she dropped it. “We are going lingerie shopping.” I turned so fast my neck protested. “We are what?” “Lingerie,” she repeated, calm as ever. “You need things for the wedding night. And the honeymoon. And honestly, Iris, your underwear drawer is depressing.” Maya snorted from the back seat. “She’s not wrong. I found a pair with a hole in them.” “That was my favourite pair.” “That is exactly the problem,” my mother said. I slumped back and stared out the window, mourning the peace I’d just lost. The spa had been perfect and now I was being dragged into something that felt deeply unnecessary. “Can we not just order something online?” I tried. “Like a normal person?” “No,” my mother and Maya said together. “This is a bonding experience,” my mother added. “This is a hostage situation,” I muttered. Maya leaned forward. “Think of it this way. You’re buying something Marcus will see for about four seconds b
Victor’s POV I was sitting in the dark when her call came in. The house was quiet but tonight the silence felt different like the walls themselves were waiting for something. I had been thinking about her for hours, replaying the café, the way her pulse jumped under my fingers, the way she looked
Iris’s POV The apartment felt too quiet without Marcus.He had left for his business trip that morning, kissing my forehead and promising to call every night. The door had clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed had been so heavy I could barely breathe.Three days. Seventy two hours
Marcus’s POVSunday mornings used to be my favorite day.I would wake up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of Iris moving around the kitchen in her bare feet, humming softly under her breath. I would lie there for a few minutes, just listening, just letting the warmth of knowing she was
Iris’s POV I stared at Victor’s message for a full thirty seconds before I finally typed a response.We need to meet. It is urgent.The three dots appeared almost immediately, which told me he had been watching his phone, waiting for me to say something. I told myself that did not mean anything. I
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