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ONE

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course “Mr. Kincaid, pleasure to finally meet you.” Some kid in an ill-fitting suit shoves a sweaty palm at me. I don’t bother remembering his name. I won’t need it tomorrow or ever. That is if he doesn't make a name for himself at all. “Likewise,” I lie, offering the kind of practiced smile that never reaches my ey

TWO

Melody’s POV My phone won’t stop buzzing. Right now, I’m supposed to be finalizing the seating chart for tomorrow. My wedding with Rick is tomorrow and it was just great that it was tied to Rick’s work trip in order to save some money. A Vegas chapel with a tasteful cocktail reception at the hotel ballroom isn't such a bad idea although it isn't exactly the wedding of my dreams, but it was practical. I sit cross-legged on the suite’s overstuffed couch, my laptop balanced on one knee, half-drained mimosa in my hand. The bridal train went down for drinks. I stayed back, claiming a headache, but really, I just needed a minute. A minute before I became Mrs. Rick Browning and to make sure everything for tomorrow goes well. I shut my phone off to focus on the tasks I have to do but soon enough I need to check something out on the phone and so I turn it back on and immediately it starts to buzz again. It starts with one notification then from there it starts to spiral totall

THREE

Alex’s POVI’m halfway through a bourbon I don’t want, standing by the elevator bank in my hotel lobby, when I see her.At first, I think I’m imagining it. Some kind of hallucination brought about by both exhaustion and unexplainable obsession. But no, it’s her. The brunette from last night’s mixer. The woman I couldn’t stop watching and sadly, my employee's fiancee. My hand clench at the thought of her belonging to another man. She has been occupying more of my headspace than I care to admit and she’s in a fucking wedding dress. Barefoot. Hair a little wild. A nearly empty bottle of Dom Pérignon dangling from one hand like a weapon and an emotional shield. The other hand lifts the edge of her beaded, silk train as she strides through the lobby like she owns the place. Or like she’s about to burn it to the ground. I can't tell which.I notice as heads turn and people stare. A bellman drops a luggage cart to gawk while a middle-aged couple pauses mid-conversation, the wife’s mouth fal

FOUR

Melody’s POV I don’t remember making the decision to walk to the chapel. One minute I’m at the hotel bar with a stranger who stares at me like I'm his next meal and the next I’m stumbling down the Strip, wedding dress snagging on the sidewalk, my champagne bottle now replaced with whiskey still clutched in my hand. Vegas is a ball of neon colors and poor decisions, and tonight I fit right in. The stranger who's name is Alexander Kincaid walks beside me like this is the most reasonable thing in the world. Hands in his pockets, suit immaculate and gaze sharp. He was the kind of man that looked like nothing fazed him. I was sure he could probably order a heist before breakfast and still make it to his 8 a.m. board meeting. I should be terrified but I’m not. Maybe it’s the booze. Maybe it’s the fury still crackling under my skin. Or maybe it’s the fact that for the first time in years, I’m not worried about being the responsible one. The planner or the perfect fiancée. Th

Chapter 5

Alex’s POVMy mornings always feel like punishment with the light being too bright and kind of exposing every mistake made under the cover if darkness but this morning, it doesn't feel that way because I wake up with a gorgeous woman by my side.Melody Jansen-Kincaid is laying in my arms and not a single goddamn regret.She’s half sprawled across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, hair a dark, messy halo on the pillow. The silk sheets are twisted around us, evidence of everything we did last night and a little of what we didn’t get around to because she fell asleep. I feel good. Really fucking good.There’s something about her I can't seem to place my hand on. Maybe is the way she moves or laughs. It might just be how beautiful she is and how each time she smiles, I feel my cock twitch.She was meant for me. I knew it the moment I saw her at that mixer. I saw it again when she stood in that awful chapel and told me “I do” without letting her thoughts win. And last night when she mo

SIX

MELODY'S POV The moment the plane touches down in San Francisco, I decide that Vegas was a fever dream. I tell myself it didn’t happen and even if it did, it was a mistake. A bad decision that will be left behind in a city designed to swallow people whole. I’m good at compartmentalizing. Always have been. That was why I did well at my job so I'll treat this situation just as I would a job I do not want. I will file it under: Do Not Repeat. The plan is simple. I’ll get an annulment, delete his number that he put on my phone, pretend none of it happened, and focus on salvaging what’s left of my life. Easy peasy. Except nothing’s ever easy. San Francisco feels colder than I remember or it might just be me. The whole buzz of bad decisions and reckless freedom I felt on the street of Vegas is gone and replaced with an ache in my chest and a headache I can’t shake off. I get home from the airport, drop my bag, and crawl into bed without unpacking. My phone stays off.I do

SEVEN

Alex’s POV I was standing behind the door, waiting for her to come in and immediately she steps into the office, I lock the door behind. I watch as the click of the lock makes her freeze in shock for a minute before she turns around to face me. She knows exactly what that sound means. It means privacy and freedom to do whatever I want. And I want to do a lot of things. To her, the lock sounds like the same way a trapped animal hears the hungry growl of it's predator. Good. She's looking at me with narrowed eyes, her hands fidgeting until she decides to put them on her hips, like she isn’t trembling underneath all that. My brave little girl. Brave and furious and cornered. “What are you doing? Unlock the door, Alexander.” Her voice is low and firm. I lean back against the door, watching her. She called me by my name. Really fearless. I'm taking my sweet time while I study her. I let my eyes drag over her. From her hair to her face, her tight silk blouse tha

Chapter 8

Melody’s POV The way I ran out of his office, one would think I was being chased by criminals. After what Alex did, I spend the rest of the day trying to pretend I’m fine while trying to forget the feel of his hands on my skin and his lips crushing mine hard. It seems to be a lot cause but I tell myself I can still fix this. I’ll get an annulment and even issue a cease-and-desist letter for harassment. I was going to leave this situation with my dignity intact. It’s a lie, and a part of me knows it. But it’s the only thing keeping me from losing my mind totally. I make it through my meetings and answer emails. I smile at Naomi when she asks if I’m okay and when she proves further about what happened at the lobby, I ignore her. At lunch break, I even manage to go to lunch and pretend my appetite isn’t completely gone and replaced by the hunger of wanting his mouth on my neck. By five, I’m exhausted from all the energy I used up in holding myself together. The ride h

NINE

Alex’s POVThe door shuts behind us as we enter my house. Our house. She doesn't realize it yet, but she belongs here. To me and me alone.I watch her move around the living room slowly pretending like she isn’t rattled. She's still wearing the T-shirt she opened the door with back at her place. It clings to her curves like sin itself, and every movement she makes, makes my cock come alive. I could fuck her right now against the wall, but I won’t. Not yet. I have other things to establish first.She's looking around the house. She drops her bag on the sofa and glances at the hallway leading to the guest room, then at the master bedroom door“This isn’t happening, Kincaid,” she says, shaking her head “I’ll stay in the guest room.”“No.” I answer immediately and she turns to face me fully. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”I step closer, watching her closely. “You’re my wife.”“This isn’t a marriage. It’s a fucking hostage situation.”I almost smile. I like her angry. “Hostage?" I as

TEN

Melody’s POVI’ve survived worse than corporate gossip. Tech bros who feel the can get into your pants. VCs who call you sweetheart while rejecting your pitch. Colleagues who take credit for your work. I’ve survived them all and I know a thing or two about finding my way in a board room full of sharks.But nothing prepared me for walking into Kincaid Technologies as Alexander Kincaid’s wife and not and employee.The email had dropped this morning and I saw it while I was going through mine while brushing my teeth.'From the desk of the CEO,It is with great pleasure that we announce the marriage between our capable CEO of Kincaid technologies and our very own Melody Jansen now Melody Jansen-Kincaid.Have a good day.'I had almost choked on my toothpaste and immediately went to demand an explanation from Alex but he wasn't being helpful at all.The elevator doors slide open to the executive floor, and the air shifts before I’ve even stepped out. Conversations die mid-sentence and heads

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