You were arranged to marry Austin Clay because of your grandfather’s final wish—he wanted to see you marry his best friend’s grandson before he passed.

The problem? You and Austin were both still in college.

“At college, we’re just strangers! And no intimacy or getting me pregnant—we’re still studying!” you declared, setting firm rules.

Austin only smirked.

Back at college, you sat in class, waiting for the lecturer. When the door opened, your eyes widened in surprise—Austin walked in.

You sighed. Just great. Now you had to share a class with him.

“This is a disaster,” you murmured, turning to look out the window, avoiding his gaze.

Austin took the seat beside you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey, wifey,” he whispered teasingly.

You tensed as he reached out, attempting to brush his fingers against your arm. Quickly, you moved away, keeping your eyes fixed on the window.

He only chuckled.

From that day on, he made it his mission to tease you—flirting in class, casually slinging an arm around your shoulder, and worst of all, following you home.

“Can you stop?” you snapped in annoyance as the two of you stepped inside the house.

Austin grinned, completely unbothered.

“But it’s so fun to mess with my wife.”