"I can't believe you are getting married. And to our boss!" Mandy chirped. "That’s like a dream come true. Although you kind of stole my future husband, I am still happy for you.""Yeah, I can't believe it either, and I am not happy about it," I said."We need to go dress shopping!" she said, totally ignoring my distress.The dress, I didn't even think about it. The wedding was happening in four weeks and I didn't pick out a dress yet. Ivan's mom gave me the address to a famous bridal shop in New York, so I gues

 Okay, maybe my body enjoys him a tad too much, but can you blame me? I am only a human. I have needs. I have never felt this much attraction towards anyone. Not even Mark now that I think about it. I blame it on my pregnancy hormones. I am just not thinking clearly. Or…it was because this guy who was sleeping next to me looked like a freaking Greek statue. If only he didn’t have those bright grey eyes and charming dimples, I could control myself around him. Why am I so shallow?"Oh, you're awake,"

"I must say, Miss Young, you have quite the imagination when it comes to your dream proposal," Ivan smirked.How did I know he read my diary? He did everything I wrote on how I want my dream proposal to be. Step by step.In the middle of an orchid garden with a ruby ring. I would be wearing a red dress. A hundred butterflies will fly by once we kiss. I was sixteen when I wrote that okay?"Where did you find it?" I demanded to know.

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the perks of being married to the infamous Ivan. For one, he had been treating me like a queen.I've kept our marriage a secret in the office just as I planned. I made Mandy swore not to tell anyone as well. Hopefully, she keeps her promise. My new position doesn't start until the following month, so I was doing my duties as his assistant per usual. Except for the fact that he tries to take advantage of me every chance he gets.Like for instance, I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business when he called me.

We arrived at the party 30 minutes late. I still felt a little flustered from our encounter earlier. Does he always have to fling himself at me every chance he gets? Now every time he touches me, even if its something simple as resting his hand on my waist, I shiver with excitement."You okay?" he asked me in the car.No, I am not okay boss, You've turned me into a nymphomaniac, I thought."I am fine," I mutt