All Chapters of Married To My Nemesis: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Hermione left Dean's apartment after finishing her talk with Yvonne. She wanted to give the two of them space to talk, to figure out their feelings without an audience. Somehow, she'd started the day going to the spa to relax, and ended up fighting Adriana and counseling two grown adults on love. She was more than ready to go home and take a nap. But despite her exhaustion, she felt accomplished. She'd made a friend. Brought two people together… hopefully. She liked the feeling. When she got home, she ate her cake, took a long bath, and then collapsed onto her bed, utterly spent. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with Dean. He'd mentioned she was supposed to go on the trip with Rhys. If that was true... why hadn't Rhys taken her? Was he really that upset with her? Her phone rang. She picked it up and immediately sat up when she saw the name on the screen. ‘Speak of the devil.’ "Hello," she said carefully. "Dean tells me you almost broke his nose today." Rhys's raspy v

"Hey." Rhys appeared beside her. "How was your nap? You've been out for seven hours." "I must have been very tired." She scratched the back of her head, embarrassed. She sighed. "This yacht is beautiful. Is this why you left so abruptly?" "I guess so. I wanted to bring your gift here personally from Monaco." Her brow furrowed. "Monaco? Aren't we going to Monaco?" He coughed. "I guess you could say... I flew to Monaco to bring the yacht back so we could go to Monaco together." By the end of his sentence, he sounded unsure, his brows drawn together. She scrunched her face. "Why?" He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes hooded, unreadable. Then he shrugged. "It's your birthday. If I don't go above and beyond, who else will?" Hermione was stunned. She couldn't think of anything to say. Just then, her stomach growled loudly. His lips tugged upward. She

Rhys's eyes clouded with hunger. He took a moment, just a breath, to admire the work of art before him. Then his mouth crashed onto her breast. She moaned, back arching, head falling back, hands tangling in his wet hair for support. Pleasure racked through her entire being as his teeth grazed her nipple, a sharp shock of pain and electricity that made her gasp. Her mouth fell open. Her brows furrowed at the intensity of the sensation. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until her center pressed directly against the massive bulge beneath his boxers. His erection pushed against her, hard and insistent. "Fuck," he swore, his voice strained. His cock ached. He was barely holding himself back. He surged up to claim her lips again, delving his tongue into her mouth without giving her time to breathe. His hands grabbed hers and placed them on his

When the yacht docked, Hermione already had her bags packed. A driver picked them up from the port and took them directly to the five-star hotel Rhys had booked for their stay. The moment she stepped inside the executive suite, she went to the room and her eyes landed on the bed, a heart shape made of fresh roses. "The honeymoon suite was the only room available," Rhys said, answering the question she hadn't asked. "I thought it fitting, since we're newlyweds anyway." "Oh." She pulled her luggage to the side of the room. Soon, two garment bags arrived, containing their outfits for the evening. They got ready, changing without awkwardness. After what they'd shared on the yacht, after his mouth had been on her, changing in front of him felt strangely natural. She quite enjoyed the sight of him gulping as she slipped into her dress, standing in nothing but her underwear. She didn't know where the newfound courage came from, but she'd grown bolder. The golden dress hugged her body

“Soon, Rhys returned to the table and sat down. His gaze dropped to Hermione's feet. She caught him looking. "Markus helped me with some sandals. My feet were hurting." She explained quickly. Rhys's brow arched. Since when were they on a first-name basis? "I hope you don't mind," Markus added smoothly. "She seemed genuinely uncomfortable." Rhys's jaw tensed. He forced his voice to remain amicable. There was no reason for him to lose his shit. Perhaps Markus just had an harmless habit of being overly friendly with other people’s wife. Rhys was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt despite his growing annoyance. “Not at all. I should have noticed her discomfort myself." He glanced at Hermione. "How shortsighted of me. Are you alright?" "Much better." She nodded. Davenport and Caroline took the stage for speeches and announcements. The rest of the night passed smoothly with polite conversation, clinking glass