"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Xavier Conway|
Fuck.
I had no idea how much Elena Beaumont had fucked up my entire existence until I couldn't stop obsessing over her wellbeing in less than twenty-four hours without seeing her or hearing from her.
My eyes stayed glued to the tablet in my hands, watching the video clip I'd watched repeatedly for the past fifteen minutes since I got home from work.
Somewhere deep inside, I knew I was praying for a miracle where she'd turn to me through the screen and gaze at me as softly as she gazed at him, that elegant smile directed at me instead, not him.
Fuck.
That smile was fucking with my mind not just because it was enchanting, but the way it appeared so natural and Sebastian's smile in response with his hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward.
It was obviously scripted and they aced the script, I'd told myself countless times, but the seed of possession and need inside me couldn't silently watch without rumbling and scalding my insides.
Had they talked out their issues and made up, choosing to move forward with their marriage?
She looked so good I couldn't get over it. She always did, naturally, but there was just something about her in red that made my head spin. She was beautiful. Had anyone told her that this morning?
I threw the tablet away from me recklessly before I heard it crash onto the floor.
Covering my face with my hands, I sighed deeply into them, trying to catch my breath.
Chill the fuck out, Xavier.
Bullshit.
I sat up straight, raking my fingers through my hair. How could I when I was dying to meet and talk to a woman who wasn't mine but I couldn't stop craving?
I placed my feet on the carpeted floor and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, instantly opening our chat with the hope of seeing at least one text from her.
Nothing still.
After all the texts I'd left her since morning, not even one had been read and that only skyrocketed my concern over her wellbeing because she'd promised she'd call me before the day ended.
I knew the contents of the contract she and Sebastian had signed and a bold clause affecting the blooming feelings trapped in my chest and threatening to spill out.
Mom had called me to her office and gave me the contract herself as if she knew what was going on. If she did like I suspected, she intended to warn me.
With her grave tone and stern suggestions, I indeed felt warned, but that didn't affect anything about my attraction to Elena.
It wasn't just about the electrifying palpitations and urges to have her. At this point, it transcended the physical and had more to do with her mental stability.
