How To Politely Decline My Fiancée'S Dad Wanting Ants In My Space?

I 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?

Eric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."

He's my mate's father and I had a one-night stand with him. I shouldn't have but I was just so bitter because my mate was sleeping with my half-sister. That night marked the beginning of his insane obsession. And then I realized he wasn't the level-headed and calm father-in-law I always thought he was. Behind that mask was an obsessive, manipulative, and controlling man who had sworn never to let me go. He'd do anything to keep me, including ruining my life. Now I'm stuck in this clandestine erotic relationship we have. And each day, I find myself getting more addicted to him. What do I do to break free from this erotic but toxic bond we share?

MATURED CONTENT: RATED SPG! (MM ROMANCE) R18+ No freedom? Yes, I feel trapped, like just another pawn on a chessboard, limited in my movements. As a child of a wealthy family, I'm bound to follow their rules, one of which is to expand our wealth. To achieve this, I am expected to marry the child of another affluent family that partners with ours in business. Our marriage has already been arranged—not because of love, but because we must adhere to the dictates of our families. The night before the ceremony, a rebellion sparked within me. I decided to defy my parents' rules, if only for a single night. I found myself at a club owned by a friend, where I submerged myself in alcohol, seeking an escape. As I reveled in the music and the dim lights, I spotted a handsome man who had been watching me since my arrival. Fueled by liquid courage, I approached him without a second thought, ignoring the consequences of my recklessness. In a bold move, I kissed him directly on the lips. To my surprise, he kissed me back, and thus began a long, passionate night together. When morning came, I assumed I would never see him again, completely shocked when I realized that he was the uncle of my fiancé. As I stared at him in disbelief, he flashed a charming smile and said, "Nice to meet you, my nephew-in-law."

My girlfriend found out that my water bottle cost $30,000. She then demanded I buy her father an $8 million luxury apartment in the city center. I politely refused. She said furiously, “Don’t be so stingy! He’ll be your father-in-law someday. What’s wrong with getting a head start on being a good son-in-law?” She even compiled all of our expenses during our relationship into a PowerPoint presentation and demanded we split everything. “If splitting everything equally is too much trouble for you, then just cover it all. You can afford it! “My family and I have already discussed it. I’ll give you a one-dollar gift. It means you're my only one. How perfect is that?” When she noticed I was silent, she played her final card. “If you can’t agree, then let’s forget about getting married. “You’ll never see me, your darling baby, ever again!” I looked at the detailed list of expenses on the screen. It even included $2 she had spent on a bus ride to see me. I smiled and said, “Sure. I’ll give you a $143-million gift, with more romantic meaning. And I’ll buy that apartment for your father right now.”

On the day my boyfriend and I moved into our new home, his ex-girlfriend gave us a mysterious gift. The moment I opened the front door, a swarm of hornets came flying out. I screamed in fright as I felt seven or eight stings from them. His ex, Erica Loft, jumped out from behind the door with a giggle. She shouted, "Surprise! "I went up the mountains to visit a master craftsman. I wanted to get you this specially brewed hornet wine, and I even brought back a hornet's nest for you to decorate your new house with! "Isn't this a great gift?" Erica made a face at us. She was gleeful at the messy predicament I was in. My boyfriend, Joe Fulham, clenched his teeth. He rushed forward to grab Erica by the wrist as he shouted angrily at her. "Are you crazy? Don't you know that hornets are venomous?! Is this really a surprise, or are you trying to hurt us?" I listened to another one of their huge arguments from behind the door, feeling like an outsider in my own relationship. As I felt the stinging pain in my arm, I knew this wedding was about to fall through.