Boss-Level Betrothal

"Once this is all over, I need to return it," I muttered to myself, a silent promise. I wiggled my finger, trying to slide the ring off. It didn't budge. I pulled a little harder. Nothing. I tugged and twisted, gritting my teeth. It felt like it was fused to my skin, well I'm exaggerating but this stubborn, unyielding band of metal and diamond. Just as the thought formed, Stark turned, the noises and my frustrated whisper made him pause, clearly as I watched his lips form knowing smirk playing on his lips. His words were a low, confident declaration. "The ring won't come off, not without a special lotion." He approached me, his movements fluid with purpose. Before I could even protest, one of his hands intertwined with mine, as his other hand reached up, his thumb and forefinger clamping around my chin, tilting my chin up to meet his intense gaze putting me ina trap once again. My breath hitched. "Now, paraphrase what I told you," he commanded, his voice a dangerous purr, "or you'll be punshied."

This one for the plus size girlies.

Tylan Stark is a cold blooded man who rules the entire city due to the lack of a motherly presents and a tough upbringing from his father and stepmother.

Tylan made a promise to his grandmother that he will find a wife.

When Neriah come to interview at his company, she was given proposition well no actually- She was given no other choice but to accept Tylan marriage contract.

Neriah soon learn that Tylan is a rough man, in a bad and in a good way. How will she ever survive as this man wife? Will she give into this life or run away? What would her mother say?!