His Unwanted Bride

For mature audience only please 18 + may contain strong sexual content and language that may be offensive to some.......................

"Listen to me very carful I didn't work my ass becoming a multi dollar billionaire just so some nobody bitch can spend all my money." James said in a voice that sent shivers up and down her spine as he towered over her. Pushing her back against the desk, making her lean back a little trying to get as much space between them as she could. She couldn't even look him in the eyes, instead she looked more to his left shoulder trying to keep the tears from falling. This wasn't at all how she pictured her wedding day.

How did she picture her wedding day. Lets see

Number 1) long white wedding dress. Check she had that, her dress was beautiful not that she got to pick it out. She wasn't really sure who did. But it fit perfectly.

Number 2) Handsome husband to be. Check James McKnight was hot he made his Armani suit look good. She could tell he had some serious muscles under that suit. With his drown hair falling freely around his face, just a bit to long in the front and almost touching his collar of his suit in the back. And the darkest blue eyes she had ever seen. What brief glimpse she had seen of him before she had to drop eyes to more safe spot.

Number 3) A beautiful wedding somewhere outside in the open. Maybe a garden with roses in full bloom. Well the wedding was going to be outside in James parents garden. So maybe that could count as a check.

Mmmmmm what was number 4) again o yea a loving husband. That should have been number 1) but either way number 4 was a big fat no. Her husband to be was the devil who had no problem telling her how much he hated her.