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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

_________Because you are mine_______

"Lorenzo!" I yelled his name the moment I stepped my feet in the house and strolled further into the living room.

The house was a tad quiet and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at the environment. If I hadn't noticed his car outside, I would have thought no one was home.

"Lorenzo?" I called out again as I discarded my shoes and dropped my bag on the table. "Where is he?"

"I'm here babe," his sexy voice answered as his sexy body appeared in my line of sight. Dressed in only black sweatpants and shirtless with a spatula in his hand and an apron loosely tied on his back, he looked so appetizing than whatever it was he was cooking. "Miss me?"

"Of course," I grinned as his face lit up at my presence. "What are you doing?"

"What does it seem like I'm doing?" He inquired and waved the spatula in the air. "Cooking, obviously."

Relief