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"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. 

"Don't shush m-" I tried to argue.

"I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey."

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They say "A night in Vegas can change your life."
Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out.

As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger.

The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe.

How would their life turn out?

To Love & To Hold

___The image of fucking you on my desk___

"Rachel .S. Peters," Lorenzo corrected, hand leaving my side to intertwine his fingers with mine. "She is my wife and deserves your respect."

"Welcome Mrs Peters," they acknowledged and I beamed at them.

I felt his palm wrap around mine and peered at it before staring up at him. He offered a small smile in response and murmured a "Let's go."

My hand secured in his, I allowed him to drag me forward as he began walking. The stares of the employees remained on us as we strode across the lobby, his secretary whom I was just noticing strolling a few feet ahead.

He reached the elevator before us and clicked the button, stepping away for us to enter. I smiled appreciatingly at the kind looking young man who was a bit on the chubby side and clad in a black suit.

"Is he not getting in?" I implored as the metal doors were closing and he was still outside.

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