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Adrian looked down on his plate and his cheeks were a bit red, “I want every one to know you're my girlfriend. I want them to know you're my sweetheart and my everything. I want them to know you're mine.” I felt my heart flutter and butterflies erupted in my tummy, he wanted everyone to know we're dating and he doesn't want to hide it. “So I'm asking again, shall we make it official?” I blushed, "You first." He chuckled before opening one of his social media apps and posting the three photos of us with the caption 'Dinner date with my baby girl’ along with a small heart emoji. He made sure to show me that he posted those three photos on every social media he had.

She typed the message and sent it. "Even if you don’t know, I will teach you!" "I hope you don’t run away when we will be making love!" "Wait a second, I won't let you run! I will tie your hands to the bedpost and we will make love until you make me pregnant!" "When you will not feel shy anymore, I will love it if you dominate me in bed!" "We will make lots of babies and will keep making them until we turn old!" "I will fulfill all my fantasies with you!"

She said while taking a sip from her fruit juice. "What is it?" I asked while having breakfast. "You haven't posted anything about your wedding on your I*******m. Won't people suspect anything about that?" She asked. "I never thought about it," I replied while shrugging my shoulders. "Well, that will be odd, babe. If you want people to believe, you need to post something." She said while tilting her head. "I know, I know. Let's make it a surprise. Take a photo of myself and my unlovable husband at the wedding and post it on my Insta. As simple as that." I said with a smile.

The thought made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. As I turned the corner toward my locker, I noticed a big crowd gathered in front of the notice board. People were talking excitedly, pointing at a new poster. I slowed down and moved closer to see what everyone was looking at. The poster was colorful and bold: **“NEVER KISS AND TELL”** **Valentine’s Special Game** Blindfolded kissing line. Kiss the boy your instincts tell you is the one. No names. No talking. Just lips and fate.

he said, still holding me against him. My smile grew a bit wider. "Date?" "Yes, date," he confirmed. "I want to date you, Sofia. We might be already married, but we skipped so many stages I'm certain the teenager or young woman in you dreamt of every night. I'm going to give that to you, starting tonight." "Yes," the word escaped past my lips without any hesitation. "I'd really love to go on a date with you. I want to date you, Dom." Nothing felt real, yet it was as real as it could get. I was going on my first officially labelled date with the man of my dreams.

"Marry me, please." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋🏻 LOVE ALL 🤍

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

She nodded slowly, processing. “And then?” she asked. I shrugged lightly. “Then I comment on your I*******m. Something subtle but enough so people know we are not hiding our relationship” “My I*******m has not been posted on in two years” she scowled. “Now is a good enough time to start posting. You could do a collage dump with me in one of them. We could be dressed as casual as possible and smiling at the camera together.” Her lips pressed together. “I can do that” she muttered.

Or rather,I tried to ensure it did not. I went online and posted the perfect newlywed photo on social media which was a filtered shot of my wedding ring against a bouquet of roses with the caption: “Another day as Mrs. Martinez. Feeling blessed #Newlyweds #HappilyEverAfter” This was not just for myself but to satisfy my hunger fans who were already making up narratives as to why I haven't posted anything since my wedding night.

"Was that what's been bothering you? You're throwing a tantrum because you're not happy with the wedding! Fine, then. We can prepare for another one. "Let's have a grand affair this time. I'll announce to everyone I know that you're the one who has my heart. Is that good enough for you?" I sneered. "I'll be happy as long as you're not the groom at my wedding." "What the hell do you mean by that, Minerva? You've never been like this in the past… I saw you getting quite cozy with one of your male colleagues. Have you fallen for someone else?" he snarled.