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CHAPTER TWO

Shantel’s Pov

The waiter pointed me to the balcony, and thanking him I proceeded to where he was. The balcony was littered with bottles of alcohol and sticks of cigarettes.

I picked up my dress, careful it didn't get stained, my eyes on the floor just so I don't trip.

“Okay Bryan, it is time to go home,” I said as I walked.

I raised my head to meet a scene that pushed a hot lava through my veins.

Bryan and a random girl were making out on the balcony with no care in the world.

“Bryan!” I screamed as I dragged the girl off him.

“Hey, that's my b***h!” he said, stumbling on his words.

With flaming eyes, I looked at the girl who looked terrified, “If I hear about this incident from another soul, I am going to make sure you burn in hell, understood.” I asked in a cold voice and she nodded fearfully.

“Now, scram!”

She picked up her shoes on the floor and ran out.

“Hey, where are you going? You are meant to be my b***h for the night.” Bryan screamed.

I clenched my fist in anger, he not only embarrassed me and his father, but he was out here cheating on the first day of the stupid marriage.

“You are unbelievable, do you know that?” I said to him, his eyes lifted to mine and he smirked.

“Ah, the w***e who I married!”

My hand raised and collided with his cheek with a loud sound which jolted him from his stupid hallucinations.

“If you ever call me that again, I would make sure you are not standing to tell the story.”

He stared at me surprised with his hands on his cheeks.

“Now, let's go home………….. Guards!”

Two hefty men walked in with black suits.

“Pick him up, the party is over. We would go through the back to avoid the press.”

“Yes ma…”

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The ride home was very quiet and frustrating.

How could he? This was just the first day and I was met with such stupidity.

We got to Bryan’s penthouse and the guard took him up to his room while I walked to the kitchen to get a drink.

I opened a bottle of champagne as I sat down on the island to think about my life.

Without thinking, I finished a bottle and I could feel myself getting tipsy.

“I better go check on the fool,” I said to myself

I stood up and I was immediately pushed forward by the influence of the alcohol.

“s**t…I’m high!”I chuckled at the realization.

I bent down and pulled my shoe, then made my way to the Byran’s room.

I pushed the door open and for the second time in a row, my eyes saw something horrible.

Bryan sat by the couch as he jerked off aggressively.

I stood by the door shocked by what I saw but instead of feeling disgusted, I felt —-hot. I wanted to help him come.

I wanted to replace his hands with my mouth. Without thinking, I slowly undressed and began walking towards him.

When I got close to him, I knelt and put my hands on his balls and his eyes shot open.

Surprised for a minute he gave a wide grin, his eyes filled with lust.

“I am going to make you my bi**h, tonight,” he said and for some reason, I smiled like that's all I wanted in the entire world.

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The next morning

The sunlight peeped through the window blasting its golden rays over the room.

I dragged the blanket up to my face to block the sun as I tried to get comfortable in the bed. I rolled over and my face hit a wall—a thick muscular wall.

I inhaled and a mix of wood and spice hit my nose and that's when it hit me.

I shot my eyes open and sat up. I turned to see Bryan fast asleep.

“Oh my goodness, what did I do? What happened?” I whispered, afraid to wake Bryan up.

I slipped out of bed quietly, picked up my dress, and ran out of the room.

“This is the worst day of my life,” I said as I walked to the living room with my underwear and my wedding gown in my hand.

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I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. What had I done? I couldn't believe I had given in to my desires like that and with Bryan, of all people. The man I had been forced to marry? The man who had humiliated me by cheating on me on our wedding day?

I groaned, remembering the events of the previous night. The way Bryan had looked at me, the way he had touched me... I shuddered, feeling a mix of shame and desire.

How could I have been so weak? I was a strong, independent woman. I didn't need a man to control me, to tell me what to do, and yet, last night, I had let Bryan do just that.

I stood up, determined to put the previous night behind me. I would not let Bryan get the better of me.

I walked to the kitchen, and pouring myself a cup of coffee. As I waited for it to brew, I couldn't help but think about Bryan.

What was he thinking? Did he regret what had happened last night?

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts aside. I didn't care what Bryan thought. I only cared about one thing: getting through this marriage with my dignity intact.

The coffee machine beeped, and I poured myself a cup.

Just then, I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see Bryan walking into the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Good morning," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

I felt a surge of anger, but I pushed it aside. I would not let Bryan get to me.

"Good morning," I replied, my voice cool.

Bryan walked over to the coffee machine, and poured himself a cup. As he waited for it to brew, he turned to me.

"So, about last night..." he said, his voice trailing off.

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, but I refused to back down. "What about it?" I asked, my voice firm.

Bryan had a cold look in his eyes and something else—-disgust. "I think we both know what happened.”

I felt a surge of anger, but I pushed it aside.

"Let's just forget about it, okay?" I said, my voice cool.

The machine beeped, he picked up his cup of coffee, “Better….I would not want to remember such a horrible night.”

My mouth dropped down in surprise as he brushed past me with his cup of coffee.

He paused and turned to me, “By the way……your room is at the far end of the hall. NEVER STEP YOUR FEET INTO MY ROOM AGAIN.” With that warning he walked out of the kitchen leaving me speechless.