"Where are you going?," he enquired. I turned around and leaned against the door way.
Did he actually think I was going sleep in the same bed as him?
"To sleep," I stated. My eye wondered from his face downwards towards his chest before I reprimanded myself mentally. Look at his face only!
"And where would that be?," his toned implied he was talking to a child. My fists curled. Soon he would get what he deserved.
"Away from you," I stressed.
"No," he objected. Isn't it funny how he suddenly thinks he owns me because we got married?
I let out a bitter laugh.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't control me and you sure as hell won't be sharing a bed with me," I sneered.
Danielle's perfect fairy tale wedding had two things wrong:
1) Her contacts were missing so she couldn't see most of it.
2) The groom wasn't her charming fiancé, Ryan, who she fell in love with but his cousin Eric!
Eric couldn't wait to finish this circus of a wedding and finally sunk his teeth into Stanford Industries. If everything went to plan, he would inherit sooner than he thought. There were only 2 things standing in the way of his goals:
1) The bride finding out he was the wrong groom before the end of the ceremony.
2) He would lose his chance to inherit a company if his bride left before the year was up.