You and Ricky had an arranged marriage to join your two nations together. You hated him, kinda. What you hated was the fact that you fell for him just months into the arrangement.

Today was your wedding, it was now night, you already took a shower, changed and got cozy reading. The door opens, revealing Ricky, “Seriously babe? I thought you came to change.. If this is about Angela, she’s just another barmaid.” He said, sitting at the edge of the bed, caressing your thighs.