Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée
It was Adrian.
“So,” he said, laughing, “how’s the honeymoon going? Did the ice melt yet?”
“Shut the hell up,” I muttered. “You know why I’m here. It’s torture.”
Adrian laughed again. “I don’t blame you. She did force you into it. I still can’t believe you went through with the wedding.”
Of course I did. She was a cunning woman, her trap was well laid, and I fell in.
"At least you learnt a valuable lesson about dipping your dick into anything." Adrain thought what he said was funny because he followed it with a loud laugh.