*Harley's POVThe white wedding gown is beautiful. It has a deep V neck, classy but not slutty, that enhances my figure; it is full-sleeved with lavish detailing and has a lot of volume underneath. It reaches below my feet and drags over the floor when I stand. Overall, it is expensive and stunning.I didn't choose the gown; I didn't choose anything because I couldn't accept that I was indeed getting married in a week. I spent my days in my room, missing college and crying all the time. Mom did all my shopping for me and she is the one who dressed me today along with a few of her makeup artists.My hair is tied up in a beautiful updo and accentuates my heart-shaped face. There is a diamond necklace on my neck which sits between my collarbones, shining bright when the light falls on it.I feel nervous as I sit in front of the mirror. It will be a small ceremony, no media as a request for privacy, but the wedding will be mentioned in tomorrow's papers. Xavier said he had no control over

*Harleys POV"Good evening, welcome to Le Lion. How may I help you today?" The receptionist greets Xavier when we reach the counter of the luxurious hotel."I have a reservation. It's under the name of Everest," Xavier tells him while I place my elbows on the counter, cupping my face.This place feels nice. The entrance is very decorative and the marble flooring looks expensive. I vaguely wonder what our rooms will be like."Yes, Mr. Everest. We have reserved a room for you for two nights with the cost of food and travel included, is that right?" The guy types fast as he speaks to Xavier and the latter nods in turn.David follows behind us with our luggage. Xavier told him to leave us alone and he could manage by himself but David was adamant about ensuring that Xavier doesn't have any trouble settling in. I am starting to like this big guy. He is very serious about his job which I have no idea what it is supposed to be."Mr. and Mrs. Everest." The receptionist reads from his computer

*Harley's POVThere is nothing but awkwardness between us when we step back inside our room. I have Xavier's suit hung around my shoulders and flashes of the dance keep claiming my vision.What was all that about? Since when did Xavier and I start to behave friendly with each other? We never even said a proper 'Hello' and today we were dancing like two people who were madly in love with each other's company.I recall the way his strong hands slid down my waist, playing with my body as we moved to the sound of the music. It was unstoppable, raw and fun.I am having fun with Xavier Everest. Translation — I have sold my soul to the devil, except my devil wears Gucci."Hmm..." I bite my lip as I look at Xavier, unable to think of any proper words to acknowledge this discomfiture. "That was a good evening.""Hmm," Xavier replies, fixing his eyes on me. They are intense and look drunk even though we didn't drink much. I feel just a little tipsy but thankfully, my sense organs are still inta

*Harley's POV"Okay, how's this? I think it would look fantastic on you." Rose flaunts a red dress in front of me.It is a short dress with laces and a low-cut neckline. Not something I would usually choose to wear."Nope." I shake my head and she pouts, disappointed.Shopping with her is fun. The only other person I enjoy shopping with is Nina since she has a great fashion sense. But Rose has good fashion sense too. A little different from mine but good enough to make her look presentable always. She is wearing a maroon blouse today paired with boyfriend jeans and knee-length boots. She has kept her hair down today and opted for a simple red lipstick, making her look cute.She drops the dress and picks up a blue one. Holding it in front of her body, she studies her appearance in the floor-length mirror.We have been at the mall for two hours now, trying on different items and even checking out some of the new stores that opened up. I bought a jewelry set, a pair of ankle-high boots,

*Harley's POV"Someone attacked you?" Jesse shrieks as we Facetime early in the morning.She is in her bed, still dressed in her pajamas with her hair in a messy bun above her head. She looks sleepy but better than me at least who is still reeling from yesterday's events.I am lying on my stomach in Xavier's bed while he is in the bathroom taking a shower. After what happened between us last night, I can't find the courage to face him. It is worse than the times we fight.I let him touch me.How could I have been so stupid?"Yeah," I mutter, stealing a glance at the bathroom door where the sound of the shower running is clear.I imagine Xavier standing under the shower — naked — drops of water cascading down his body, from his hard chest to the V of his belly, his abs glistening with the moisture. He was so incredible with me last night. He actually made me sleep like the dead after the trauma I had been through.I avert my eyes, ashamed of myself. Last night was a great slip on my par