Fight Me Little Pearl

Fight Me Little Pearl

Francesca

I hate my bridegroom.
There, I’ve said it.
I hate him with a ferocious passion.

I loathe everything about him. His insufferable arrogance, his mocking smile, his dangerously glinting gunmetal-gray eyes, and his corrupt vicious heart. The way everyone pathetically defers to his every word and rushes to serve him as if he is some kind of god irritates the hell out of me. But even worse, I hate the shameful way my body responds to his. I tremble for him. The intensity of my raw desire shocks and repulses me. How can I possibly want him ...