MasukI flipped through my phone's gallery, casually looking for anything and everything.I still stared at our pictures from the viral photoshoot every now and then. I wished we had a proper wedding every time I looked at them.I exhaled, looking over my shoulder as she slept peacefully. I loved seeing like this. Like she had no worries in her life and she wasn't carrying a whole lot on her chest.Maybe one day we'd have a beautiful ceremony where I would say my vows and let the world know how much I cared for her.We were supposed to head to a fancy restaurant for dinner but I chose us staying in instead. We could do that another time. When she woke up from her nap, we ate and talked about anything and everything. She was a part of me and I couldn't imagine my days without her in it. I didn't know how to tell her this because I didn't want to scare her away. Sloane seemed to have an issue with commitment she was yet to admit to."Why are you looking at me like that?""Because you ama
He was crazy.There was no other explanation for the way he acted. Or the way he kissed me and wanted to mark me as his. What was even crazier was that I wanted him almost even more than he wanted me. "We need to stop," I breathed out."Sure?"He kissed me again and I melted into him. It took a lot of willpower to step q at from him.We looked at each other for a while before chuckling in unison. Our noses touched and he nuzzled me. "I don't want us to keep being so guarded around each other." He said."I don't know how to stop being that way." I admitted. "You can try." "This isn't defined." I reminded him.Zane sighed softly, "I know. Let's take it one day at a time."I nodded in agreement. There was no need to rush anything. That night, I slept off with a smile on my face as I reminisced everything about the moment we shared. We were on the edge of something different. Something possibly beautiful. I needed to let it figure out its path.~"Why are we going on vacation all
My jaw ticked a few times as I tried to curb my growing annoyance.Sloane was just spotted with Caleb Rutledge, a well known flirt.What the hell was she thinking hanging around that motherfucker?Was he the reason why she traveled without letting me know?I balled my fists, heaving breaths to calm myself. I couldn't wait for her to get into this house so she could explain to me what her relationship with him was.Yes I was antsy and restless and even easily triggered.The last couple of days had been hectic. And when I needed to talk to Sloane about everything that went down, she was nowhere to be found. She kept reminding me of how little I meant to her and how this marriage wasn't a real thing even when a part of me wanted it to be. Holding my head in my hands, I let my thoughts roam freely until the sound of the gate opening reached my ears. Her vehicle sped through the driveway and I contemplated going down to meet her or waiting until she reached the third floor. I had an e
The back and forth between Thelma and I didn't end. Our grandmother did nothing to stop it. She practically ignored it as went for each other's throats every single time.Even over the bland meal we had for dinner, Thelma wouldn't stop. "You have a husband who's so nice to you and he hasn't called you once since you got here."I was visibly irritated when rhetorically asked, "How's that any of your business?""Oh we'd just like to know, considering that there are speculations that your marriage may be fake."She was doing an impeccable job at rage baiting me. And I was not going to fall for it. My father would be disappointed if I lost my composure over subtle jabs. My grandmother finally spoke up. "Fake? Sloane, is that true?""Grandma, people are speculating because we got married quickly." I answered."Or because you had a marriage clause that required you to be married by your 25th birthday or be unable to access your inheritance." Thelma retorted. I squeezed the cutlery, tryi
I botched a cooking attempt. This was exactly what boredom did to you. Cause why else would I try to make a foreign rice dish I saw online when I barely knew my way around the kitchen?I was very sure the chef was judging all my cooking methods and of course the food came out tasting absolutely horrible.I was never going to try that again that's for sure."Do you need help with anything ma'am?" A help asked me."Yes. Please help me clean this whole mess." I said, a little embarrassed.I went back to my nook to continue reading.I hadn't been here in a while because of what happened the last time.That kiss had changed the trajectory of whatever Zane and I had and I was doing all I could to keep the distance.When I saw his message about returning home late, I thought of a suitable response and all I could give was a thumbs up emoji.I wanted to ask why. But then Zane was a busy man even though he made time for this fake marriage and its shenanigans.My phone rang, few chapters into t
The outdoor shoot came next. It was windy, making her veil fly in different directions.I didn't mean to seem cold for the most part of the shoot so far. In fact, I just wanted to keep my hands on hers. But knowing the dynamic of our relationship had changed after that kiss, I just couldn't.I had spent years convincing myself loving her from a distance was enough. Somewhere between the suspension and that kiss, I'd stopped believing that lie.But where could we go from here? I had no idea.The sun was setting soon, Sloane lifted her dress as we walked through the fields while the photographer did his magic."Walk naturally.""Talk to each other.""Hold hands.""Look at her, not the camera.""Whisper something."I listened to all of his instructions. My eyes stayed on hers for the most part."This doesn't feel like just a photoshoot to me. I feel like marrying you again. Giving you a proper wedding." I blurted out before I could stop myself. She went still, staring up at me. We tun
I woke up to my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside.My phone on the nightstand was lit up and buzzing in a way that communicated something had gone very wrong overnight, which I already knew, but seeing thirty seven missed calls from my secretary at eight in the mo
The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a
The post went live at 11:58 PM, and I watched the engagement metrics climb from my office with a drink in my hand that I sipped from slowly.Numbers didn't lie. Before I could keep track, the likes hit ten thousand in minutes and comments flooded in faster than the platform could organize them. Of
"You can't just move me into your house without asking."Zane didn't even glance at me as the car pulled up to the gates. The estate sprawled beyond them like something out of a fever dream. It had sharp angles, floor-to-ceiling glass. And it was perched on a cliff that overlooked the city like it







