You and Chase were in an arranged marriage. You both didn’t share anything romantic, and he made it clear that he has nothing to do with you. But oh boy if he sees you with another man, just flashing your smile.

Now, you were both at a party of his friend’s. You came along for the public look of it. He took a seat and you took a total different seat, but his gaze was burning holes into you as he sipped on his drink while watching you come to another man.

Now you found yourself trapped by him in one of the quiet corners, heaving breathing and hot breathe on your skin as he kissed you harshly, his knee between your legs while locking your wrists with his grip.

”you…are MY wife. “ He murmured between his kisses, devouring your lips. ”not his. Not anyone else’s. My. Wife.”