The wind blew through her tresses; fragrant flowers surrounded her as the evening sun radiated off her golden brown skin. An elegant off white wedding dress with intricate designs fit snug against her hourglass shape drifting off into a wave of shimmering fabric.

By the look on her face, one would hardly believe this would be the happiest day of her life…

“Can I get you anything?” He asked stepping onto the balcony. The wind hit him with her fragrance and his temperature rose. It took all his strength to hold himself back from taking her right there on that Balcony.

“No, I’m just going to call and see how my mom is doing?” She moved passed him careful not to graze him with any part of her body.

Making her call quickly, anxious to hear any good news. Being greeted by her mother’s nurse and unable to speak with her mother, The nurse informed her of the less then settling news. “Okay please call me at anytime for anything, promise me.”  The nurse reluctantly agreed.

“Sweetie, it’s your wedding night, your mother will be fine,” she pleaded.

“I just want to know if anything changes good or bad.”

“Alright, now go and enjoy that beautiful hunk, don’t call me, I will call you.” The nurse ended the call without accepting a further word.

She stayed on the line a bit longer creating a facade in an attempt to avoid her new husband’s alluring stare.  However the loud repetitive tone bleared in her ear while blood rushed to her cheeks displaying an embarrassing red glow.

“Is everything alright?” He questioned longing for an excuse to hold her.

“Ah, everything is fine for now.” She murmured placing the phone back onto its receiver.

“I will not request anything of you tonight.” He stated coming to a stand behind her.

“You will not request anything of me ever!” The words left her mouth with bitter rage as she turned to face him.

Swiftly he pinned her against the wall of their penthouse suite, his thigh forced her legs apart as he pressed against her. “It is taking everything I have not to rip that dress off and devour you, please don’t test my temper as well.”

Was it her plump quivering lips or the sensation of ample breast pressed against his firm chest? Tobias Cavanaugh held an unfathomable passion for Azura Hanson, to say she was beautiful would be too vague. Words could not describe the beauty her being carried.

Her chest heaved up and down, the pressure was becoming too much as her lungs fought for air…

“This was an arrangement, I was not given the opportunity to search out a more pleasing option.” She snarled pushing on his board chest swiftly concealing the quiver she felt shoot through her as she admired the feel of his flesh under her fingertips.

“An arrangement?” He scoffed.

“We both know the situation, and although I’m grateful for all you’re willing to do for my mother. I will not be your sex slave.” Azura added.

“Is that what you think.”

“It’s what I know.”

“Yes, this is an arranged marriage but the feelings I carry for you are not arranged they are raw and real.” he growled.

“I am not some thing you can buy.”

“I did not buy you.”

“Really? Because it’s really hard to tell with the deal you presented to my father.”

Anger took hold of him and he had to walk away. Grabbing his suit coat off the back of a nearby chair he hastily left the hotel suite.

Tobias made his way to the resort bar and lounges and placed an order for the strongest shot available. “You know what just sell me the bottle.” He grunted pulling out his wallet and dropping a few hundreds.