a

wedding dress, please!

es me playfully. "What are you saying, Sarah? Why would you w

ven know who my groom is? I am not exactly marrying my dream guy. I am being shipped off like cargo to some strange man who cou

talk to him about it

wn me if I refused, and I have nowher

nd on my shoulder. "Sarah, there has to be another way. Yo

e. "Natalie, you know I've tried. But my father's decision is final.

yourself. You deserve to have some control over your own life," Natalie insists.

. I've been too busy w

ontinue, "I guess I've been avoidi

ality and find a way to make this situation more bearabl

surprise. "You did?

or sure. Seems to be some big-shot businessman in his own right. And,

that's still a lot older than me. But at least I w

ious. He looks like..." Natalie sudden

k impatiently. What's with

" Natalie

's gaze and see

in a tailored suit that highlights his broad shoulders and chiseled physique, he exudes confidence

le to tear my gaze away from him, captivated by the intensity in his eyes. They are a mesmerizing shade of deep

is staring down at me. Why is this man so

my initial fear, I sense a hidden vulnerability beneath his commanding presence.

mething, or are we just going t

oops me up in his embrace, his li

n the

air. Every inch of his muscular frame presses against me as he kisses me hard. Heat

Why am I not stopping him? Why

down. I feel my knees buckle, but he grabs my

nce again and I se

e grunts.

that?" I manag

rns to the man standing behind him. "S

an come from? Has he been st

he other man r

ain. "See you at the wedding," he

in a state of confusion. The intensity of the moment lingers i

hock, "Well, Sarah, that was intense." She glances

wly. "I...I don't k

up. "That was a helluva w

stand any of this. Who is he?" My thoughts s

ffer some comfort amidst the chaos. "Th