Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?
"Do you not wear anything other than suits?" I raised a brow as Rhys came out his room putting on his watch.
"Not really." He shrugged, looking me up and down.
We went to the car, and Rhys drove as we took Lou to daycare.
We dropped her off, gave her kisses and said hi to her educators before we left and went back home. We had a lot of wedding prep to do.
We had to organise it all, a venue, flowers, cake, seats, china, foods, outfits, theme. Everything. We had to spend the afternoon looking at venue's. But we had the morning off.
As soon as we got back home, we sat down organising.
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We were organising this damn wedding but i couldn't concentrate. I just wanted to feel Myla's lips on me again. I just wanted her everywhere.
I'm having such mixed emotions. One moment i'm craving her and the next i need to push her away because i know she's gonna leave me.
I'll loose her, and it's going to kill me.
But is it worth having her while i do before she leaves me. Or should i protect myself.
I stood across from Myla, as she blabbed on, and on, and on. Her pretty lips non stop moving. We were in my office in the house as she wrote on the white board wedding plans.
My eyes raked shamelessly over her, and something in me snapped.
I walked over, and grabbed her hips pushing her against me as i pressed my lips to hers.
She froze for a moment, before melting in my arms, kissing me. I pushed my hands up the sides of her hips under her shirt, and our lips moved against eachothers, my tongue inching for more but i kept control of myself. She slowly pulled away panting, blushing. I smirked.
"Why'd you do that?" Myla asked me.
"Because you wouldn't shut up." I grumbled, kissing her again. This time softer, sloppier.
"Asshole." She mumbled into my mouth.
Her tongue inched into my mouth, falling into this dance, our hands non-stop moving on one another. My lips moved, kissing down her neck, breathing in that smell of hers i can't place my finger on.
Myla unbuttons my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders, my massive body against hers. I can't stop myself i just want to feel her all over.
I picked Myla up, throwing her over my shoulder as she squeaked.
"Rhys," She giggled, kicking her legs. She smacked my ass as she was over my shoulder, so i smacked hers.
I walked accross the penthouse and to my bedroom, i lowered her down, pinning her against the wall, lifting her shirt off over her head. She undid her own pants, letting them fall down.
