DAVIAN'S POV"Congratulations, brother. Who knew you would finally tie the knot" My best friend, Ricardo, clasped my shoulder in a firm grip as his lips stretched in a mocking smirk.Ricardo and I have been friends longer than I can remember. We grew up globes alert but our families had close ties with each other which forced us to be in each other's spaces. With the world we lived in, close friends were rare but we would take a bullet for the other.Ricardo was also unaware that this was an arranged marriage and it wasn't because I couldn't trust him to keep my secret but he wouldn't let me hear the end of it when he found out which was why I didn't send him an invitation but the bastard knew everything."Shut the fuck up bastard and wipe that sarcastic smirk off your face. You look like a smug bastard" I hissed and his grin widened. "I must have saved a country in my previous life because Davian Grey just called me a bastard twice" He mocked and I shook my head. He was impossible.
AUTHOR'S POV.This had to be a joke. A fucking nightmare. Because there was no way she was seeing Maliah wrapped in Davian's arms in a custom-made wedding dress and ring glistening under the light.Blair’s hands trembled by her side, unable to form into fists as her vision became blurry but not with tears. With rage and fear. Maliah was back like her mother feared. She dragged her hands through her hair, messing it up and gripping the strands tightly until it felt like they were going to rip from her head. She had to think. No. She didn't need to think about shit. This was a dream and she was going to wake up soon. There was no way Maliah appeared from thin air and got married to the man she desperately wanted for herself. The wedding itself looked like something out of a fantasy. The same fantasy land she lived in when she bragged endlessly while she was younger about the very same wedding showing on the television screen but this one was better and smelt like filthy wealth. In a
I could feel Davian’s gaze on my back as we finally entered the apartment we would be staying here in the Maldives for the duration of our so-called honeymoon.The frown on my face hadn't disappeared since we boarded the private plane and it wasn't going anywhere soon. We had kept to ourselves during the entire flight and the atmosphere had been tense.I didn't want to be here, in another country alone with him but I needed to see what it was he had here that I would be interested in as he bragged at the wedding venue.“I need a drink” I announced immediately. I dropped my bag and myself on the white couch and let out a relieved sigh as I kicked the heels off my feet.We didn't know who managed to leak out details but the paps had been waiting for us at the airport. Luckily, we used a private entrance and hangar so we dealt with none of them but it was still unnerving how easily they could get our details.Davian said nothing but shrugged off his jacket before heading for the stocked
I was in a daze for the first few seconds, eyes drifting between his lips that were so close to mine and his eyes that no longer felt as cold as the first day I met him. Eyes that held nothing but pure and unfiltered lust. I thought I hated the man but here I was helpless against him even without a single finger of his on my skin.“Did you hear me kitten?” Davian whispered again, eyes amused under the pleasure I could see in them.“Huh?” I asked stupidly, trying to shake off the daze I felt. Being this close to him felt like drugs. I felt high on his presence alone just like that unspoken night. Who was I deceiving? I knew I was always attracted to Davian under the layers of anger I felt. It was how it was with us.“I said I am going to fuck you tonight. It’s our wedding night and I intend to consume our marriage” He whispered again, his voice thick with want but that snapped me out of my daze, sending me flying to the other end of the room.“what?… No, that was not the deal” I stum
I had been awake for a few minutes but kept as still as I could. Davian's arms lay wrapped around me. The impact of last night weighed on my mind like a heavy rock.We were cuddling. My back to his chest, his hands holding me tightly and our legs interwoven. His body provided the perfect amount of heat curled against mine.I opened my eyes again and met the time on the clock. It was past seven but it felt like it was ten and I had been awake for more than just a few minutes.My body still tingled. Davian had fucked me two times at odd hours and I hadn't protested when he slipped into my willing pussy. I had claimed to hate him, to not let him touch me again but my words had turned to dust the moment he kissed me. His kisses were the source of my problems. They had the ability to make me compliant and I hated it.I needed to leave before he woke up. I didn't want to deal with his smugness.I gently lifted his hands off my waist and tried to shuffle off the bed when an arm grabbed me a
I told myself there was no room for distractions. I had built up solid walls to fight against whatever was going to cause a delay in my plans. Or so I thought.I was so certain that the revenge was my only goal and there was going to be no space for weakness or emotions but Davian was crumbling those walls with just a flick of his fingers.It wasn't supposed to be like this. The attraction I fostered years ago wasn't supposed to be so fresh in my head, fearing upon his touches and making me feel hazy with lust anytime he kissed me.There had been a moment yesterday when I thought it would be over once I fucked him out of my system but it was all a lie. sex with him had unlocked a new prospect I didn't know lingered after a night of blazing passion.I was terrified. I was barely married for two days and my heart kept beating anytime he looked at me. My world was tipping anytime he pulled me to his chest so he could wrap his hands around me possessively.Davian had become a stranger bar
It was never supposed to be this easy. It's been a week of endless PDAs and gifts. The lines were getting blurred to the point that I didn't know where it started anymore. It was almost as if I was on a real honeymoon with the amount of attention and gifts my husband was giving me.I rolled over to my side and my eyes fell on Davian's sleeping form. How lucky he was to be able to sleep so easily while I pondered about the meaning of his past actions.I was exhausted because if we weren't having sex, we were on a date or shopping. The amount of unopened shopping bags in the guest room was enough to spend a small store but when Davian woke up, he would request for another outing. He looked so peaceful as he slept. The permanent frowns on his face disappeared, proving me wrong that they weren't a permanent fixture. My breath hitched as his hand darted out and pulled me to his chest before it wrapped around my waist. I shivered as his fingers grazed my spine on my naked back.The satisf
I was irritated. I was so close to having my brains eaten out when Davian’s work phone went off. I tried to convince him to ignore it but he wouldn't. I had no choice but to unlatch my legs from around him so he could answer the call while I got dressed begrudgingly. Looking at how mad he was now, I wished I hadn’t let him go because there was no way we would go back to our activities when he was angry.My eyes followed Davian as he went off on the phone while pacing the room angrily. I felt bad for whoever was on the other end of the line because I never wanted to be at the receiving end of that.From the little snippets of the conversation that I’d heard, it seemed his Vice messed up a very important deal that they'd been spending months preparing for and I felt pity for the guy and the same time relief because if he was here, I wouldn't put it past Davian to wrap his hands around his throat and kill him."Fuck, Arlo. How is it possible to mess up this badly? I warned you to keep y