Asher pov.Today being my wedding was almost like any other day, I got a call from one of our managers last night, he needed my finality concerning a deal that the company was about to sign and the other party could not wait because their flight was scheduled to leave today afternoon since they have other engagement. so that’s why I’m headed to the office on my wedding day. As much as I don’t want to admit it, a part of me dreaded today. I was happy I was going to be free from my mother's naggings about getting married and having a child but what if Lorie decided to leave me at the altar today just like a year ago? I know she's not Sabrina and it's not like she's getting married to me because she loves me, it’s just a marriage of convenience. She needed something from me as much as I needed something from her too. The whole country was talking about our wedding. Naturally, because they wanted to see if what happened last year would take place today again or if I was capable of making

I took a deep breath as I stood at the back of the place we had chosen for our wedding, waiting to walk down the aisle. I felt a mix of fear and nervousness as I prepared to make the biggest commitment of my life. I could hear the music playing softly in the background, and I took a step forward, ready to start my journey down the aisle. As I walked down, I could see all the smiling faces of my friends at work and my mother, Eloise's frowning face, and the faces of curious paparazzi. I felt so nervous as I glanced around me quickly expecting someone to rush in and shout “Stop! It’s all a scam!” but nothing like that happened. As I reached the end of the aisle, I saw my soon-to-be husband bonded by a contract standing at the altar, and I couldn't help but smile as I approached him. He was looking devilishly handsome. He stretched out his hand which I took almost eagerly almost squeezing the life out of it. I stared into his eyes, trying to assure myself one more time that I made the

Lorie's pov.I woke up tangled in Asher's arm. I was right. He was my comfy teddy. He was still sleeping. He must have carried me all the way here from the cab. I tried to remove his arm that wrapped around my waist so I could stand. I must have eaten too much my stomach was feeling bloated and I had to use the ladies. I pushed at the arm but Asher only tightened it.My stomach rumbled almost loudly. I needed to go and I need to do it right now. My eyes darted to Asher checking if he was awake. My chest heaved with relief.‘Asher?’ I tapped at his hand trying to wake him up.‘umm.’ He grumbled as he pulled me closer and his hand found its way under my top to my braless breast and gave it a squeeze.As much as I enjoy doing this with you, now is not the time Asher.My stomach protested again very loudly this time, even more than the first.I shouldn't have taken too much ice cream and popsicle knowing fully well that I had a weak stomach. I couldn't hold it in again I needed to go now

Lorie's pov‘good morning, trust your night was good. This information is from the captain, we are landing soon. Everyone should fasten their seatbelts.’I sluggishly opened my eyes feeling drained. I had fallen asleep. I turned to Asher’s side of the bed searching for him but the space was empty.‘searching for me?’ I turned to face him. He looked devilishly handsome standing by the door post staring down at me.‘no.’ I got up from the bed and pulled my sweatshirt from my bag wearing it over my head to fit my joggers. I could feel Asher’s eyes watching me meticulously.‘good morning.’ I said trying not to feel awkward since his eyes were still on me.‘good morning, how are you feeling now?’ He asked folding his arms while resting on the doorpost.‘I am okay. Have you been able to contact the doctor or anyone at the hospital?’‘yeah. Let’s go sit, the plane is about to land.’ He stretched his hand for mine, I took it and he led me to our seats. Tom was already seated tapping on his ta

Lorie's pov.I sat beside my mother as we waited in the waiting room outside the operating room for any of the doctors to come out and tell us anything at all concerning the surgery.‘how long has that been in there?’ I asked my mother taking her hand in mine trying to make her worry less or offer her strength whichever I do not know for certain. Perhaps, I was trying to tap from her strength.‘for about six hours now I think.’ She replied giving me a small smile while covering my hand with hers.‘Have you had breakfast?’ I asked her resting my head on her shoulders.‘not yet.’ She paused. ‘I don't feel like eating now.’I nodded not attempting to force her to get something to eat. I didn't have much appetite for food myself.‘how was your trip? It was short I know but tell me about it.’ She asked her eyes twinkling with excitement. One would think it was my mother who had gotten married instead of me. But looking at her front up close, she just wanted a distraction. She didn't want t