Page 119 of The Arranged Marriage


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God, the scent of her is doing something to me. Making my dick hard, for one. I need to focus, but having her so close, despite the many layers of her dress and how she’s trussed up in some corset thing that looks impossible to take off, I can feel her curvy body. The heat of her. Her soft hair. Her lush mouth and dewy skin and those damn Constantine diamonds glittering in her ears, around her neck.

She’s gorgeous. And she’s legally all mine.

“No, of course not,” she breathes, her warm breath wafting across my face. “I had no idea he would show up. None.”

“You saw him before though.” My voice is tight, tense with anger. “Yesterday. Here.”

When I saw him yesterday in the lobby—had he just left Charlotte? Had they spoke before the wedding rehearsal? I remember the smug expression on his face. As if he knew a secret.

“No…”

“Tell me, Charlotte.” My hands are firm when they land on her waist, giving her a gentle shake as I slowly pull away from her so I can look into her eyes. “He was in the hotel lobby when I arrived late for the rehearsal. I ran into him.”

And all along I’m sure that prick knew exactly who I was, while I was the idiot who had no clue.

I feel stupid.

Worse? I feel played.

She frowns, her delicate brows drawing together. “You saw Seamus yesterday?”

I hate the way she says his name. The easy familiarity of it.

“Yes,” I bite out. “He was here, lurking around. Probably waiting for me.”

After meeting with you?

The unspoken words hang between us.

Nothing about yesterday’s interaction with him in the lobby feels accidental. Not now, when I know the truth.

A soft exhale escapes her and she closes her eyes, her plump lips parted. “I don’t know what he’s doing. Or why he’s here.”

“You so sure about that?”

My sharp tone causes her eyes to flash open and she glares. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“No, I don’t.” The words fall from my lips without hesitation, and for one hot moment, I regret them.

She glares at me. Beautiful and devastated after her husband tells her he doesn’t believe her on their wedding day.

Great way to kick off the marriage.

“And here I thought you were different.” Her voice is flat, devoid of any emotion.

I frown. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Remaining quiet, her eyes narrow and she reaches out, her hands planting on my chest and giving me a worthy shove.

Worthy enough that I take a couple of steps backwards, allowing her to escape.

I watch her go, irritation flaring in my blood. In my mind. This woman…

I want to trust her.

But I don’t know if I can.

Chapter Seven

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