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This is a heartwarming love story between a young girl and a dashing CEO, brought together by an arranged marriage. As they navigate the complexities of their new relationship, they unexpectedly fall deeply in love. Misunderstandings and challenges only serve to bring them closer, heightening the romance and excitement for readers.

I won't spoil any more details-enjoy!

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Contracted Roses

As Lance loomed over me, a wave of apprehension crashed through my mind. "Will I really have to face this situation now?" I thought, resisting the overwhelming urge to flee.

His weight pressed down on me, rendering me speechless and motionless. I felt trapped, his strength immobilizing any attempt to push him away.

"Mmmm... Lance, please... What are you doing?" I managed to murmur, my voice barely audible.

"I won't move," Lance declared firmly. "These moments should be reserved for our wedding night. I don't want to waste any more time."

Panic surged within me. "No, I'm not ready for this. I haven't even considered it... Lance, please, just move," I pleaded, desperation lacing my words.

"Shhh..." Lance's hushed whisper sent a shiver down my spine.

"Honey, you're irresistible," he chuckled softly. "I've regretted not seizing this moment sooner."

Internally, I wrestled with fear and confusion. Lance's laughter unnerved me, and my body tensed, goosebumps prickling my skin. "Why is he laughing?" I wondered, my mind racing with uncertainty and discomfort. The sensation of his closeness, both alluring and unsettling, left me trembling, unable to trust even my own legs.

As his warmth enveloped me, his lips sought mine in a gentle, yet insistent kiss. I struggled to keep my composure, my lips resisting even as my body betrayed me, yielding to his touch.

His hand ventured where I didn't want it to, causing a surge of discomfort that made me push him away. Ignoring my protests, he explored further, his touch igniting unexpected sensations that I couldn't suppress, my body betraying my resolve with a soft moan.

"Lance, please, let's stop," I pleaded, meeting his gaze with uncertainty and a hint of fear.

For a moment, he relented, allowing me to break free and seek solace in the sanctuary of the bathroom, where my conflicted thoughts echoed in the silence.

(<em>My Mind</em>: I'm sorry, Lance. I know I seem distant, but I'm afraid of what this could become. What if I fall for you and you don't feel the same? I can't risk getting hurt. Just give me time.)

In front of the mirror, I wrestled with the complexities of our situation, weighing the allure of his presence against the potential pain of attachment. Deep into the night, I emerged, finding him asleep, his exhaustion tugging at my empathy.

(<em>My Mind</em>: He's worn out. I wish I could ease his burdens.)

Climbing into bed beside him, I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in sleep, if only to escape the tangled emotions that danced between us.

No hurt.