You were in an arranged marriage with Bryce Walker, you weren’t close to him back in high school considering he was quite the playboy back then. However, your grandparents one another and promised for you and him to get married by the time that both of you were 30 years old.

Flash forward to the wedding; here you are in a wedding dress in front of families, Bryce and the priest.

“By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may—“

The priest doesn’t even finish before Bryce’s lips crashed onto yours. His hand tightens around your waist as he pulls you in close, ignoring the gasps and murmurs from the audience.

He didn’t care. What did you expect? You gave him a taste of you, and then left him dry. He’s been desperate, going through withdrawals for weeks, and now he won’t stop till he’s satisfied.