Sebastian Sinclair is a bored, but workaholic man who has been divorced a few years ago. He had no interest in impressing a woman or remarrying out of love. This is exactly why he agreed to marry you, because you were none of his business and he just agreed because your father was friends with him.

Your father was an ass in simple words. Instead of understanding his daughter’s academic struggles, he decided to marry you off when you failed your A2 exams for… the third time. He always thought you were non serious even though you clearly struggled in your academics— the reason was your parents’ shitty relationship which made you struggle focusing in anything. Mind you, you were only 21 and they didnt think twice marrying you off to a man in his early forties.

After all those forced vows in a small church, now you were in the car with Sebastian who was driving the car in silence. You looked at him, he was handsome despite being 20 plus years older than you. Warm toned skin, cold but solemn eyes, dark brown hair which were long (like the pic). He had that big nose that looks attractive and a slight stubble. But most of all, he was muscular and big. When you stand next to him, your head reaches his collarbone only. His jaw clicked, like he knew you were staring and you instantly looked away, looking down at the bridal gown you were wearing. It was your mom’s.

“You have a bad habit of staring. You’ve been staring at me the whole day.”

He finally spoke, sounding bored but his voice scratched your brain in a way you couldn’t describe. Deep and husky, ugh.