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I look up at her face as I watch her melt in the seat next to me. Her hand up in front of her face while she studies the diamond. Moving her hand side to side as she watches it glisten in the city lights as we drive.
“It’s beautiful, Marc.”
It is. But it’s ten times more stunning on her finger.Fuck me. I need to tone these thoughts down.
“You look beautiful tonight, Avery.”
“Did you just…” She gasps with her hand to her chest in shock. “Did you just compliment me?”
“Don’t let it get to your head.”
“I’m absolutely letting it get to my head,” she says with conviction. “And that compliment went straight to my lady bits too.”
“Avery,” I growl.
“Just saying.” She shrugs. “You just do something to me,babe.”
I can’t tell if this is her with no filter or if this is part of the show. But regardless, it’s making me feel off, and I don’t like it one bit. I can’t feel off.
The rest of the car ride, we sit in silence, and I think about how this could end up being the best and the worst idea I have ever had.
“Marcus is a pain in my ass, Peyton.” I groan in frustration at Peyton.
I’m so thankful that she is here with Thomas because I don’t think I could do this shit tonight without her being close by. The ride here was awkward. I tried to practice my skit as a fiancé, and he wasn’t catching on. He seemed more annoyed with me than anything. However, there’s something so insanely sexy about a man when he clenches his jaw in frustration.
“Stop it.” She waves me off with a laugh. “He’s not that bad.”
“He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot, otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this.” I take another sip of champagne. It’s going down like water tonight as the nerves continue to dance in my stomach.
“Are there benefits to this arrangement?” Peyton asks with a raised eyebrow.
It’s something I didn’t even think about. There’s a very small part of me that hopes there is a benefit to this arrangement. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and I’m itching for it at this point. But Marc is also the last person in the world who I would want to have sex with. We work together, he’s grumpy as sin, and he’s probably a total softy in the sack. I like to be spanked here and there, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!
“Doubt it,” I scoff. “But I’ll do whatever I can to get a chance to ride that hot bologna pony.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m horny, Pey.”
“I can see that.” She laughs.
I briefly glance down to my left hand where an engagement ring now glistens in the dim ballroom lights. It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have. Something I never pictured myself wearing.
I look back behind us and slowly start to scan the room. This place is extravagant. In the center of the ballroom there is the largest Christmas tree I have ever seen, besides the one in the center of New York, decorated with white and red twinkling lights. There is garland scattered everywhere while the hum of holiday music filters through the mix of people engaging in conversation.
My eyes finally land on myfiancé,who is talking it up with some older man. I have seen Marc in action at work, and he dominates every room he steps into. He means business especially when it comes to work. There is no denying that.
As if Marc can sense me staring, his head turns to the side and we make eye contact. He doesn’t smile, but just stares at me. Giving me a look that could completely incinerate me from across the room. The room slowly starts to cave in on me as the heat from his gaze sends cold shivers down my spine. A mix of hot and cold, which is exactly what Marc is. Hot as hell with a cold personality.
Without wanting to, my mind wanders to the thought of him on top of me. Caging me in with his arms. Naked. Thrusting in and out of my soaking wet pu–... My thighs clench together in my seat at the thought of it, craving the small friction.I would allow this man to break my back, there's no doubt about it. Suddenly, the wholeno pantiesplan feels like it’s backfiring on me.
His eyes travel up my body and stop when they land on my legs where I have them clenched together.He knows. I watch closely as his jaw hardens before he turns his eyes back to the conversation he was having.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I announce to Peyton as I hop off the barstool. “I’ll be right back.”
My eyes never go back to where Marc stands as I make my way across the room to the restrooms. Once inside, I lock the door behind me and take a deep breath. This is a wildly strange feeling for me because I do NOT allow men to have this effect on me. I can’t, because then it leads to complicated shit and feelings that I absolutely want no part of.
Of all people, why does it have to beMarcmaking me feel like this right now.
