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“Fine. The only reason I’m agreeing to this is because we will be having company soon.

” He spoke with malice. As if on cue, a few of his housekeepers made their presence known.

I watched as they hustled about getting things in order as the doorbell rang.

“A few people from my Family wanted to come by and congratulate us privately on our nuptials, so we will be hosting for a while. Go upstairs and change but make it quick.”

The way he so casually dismissed me caused the blood in my veins to boil. Chandler wanted a dormant for a wife, but unfortunately, that wouldn’t be me.

“Chan…” I stopped him before he walked back toward the sitting area. Glancing over his shoulder, he waited to see what I had to say. “Just one question. It’s been on my mind all night.” Stepping to him, my glare never wavered. “Did you fuck Virginia?”

Licking his lips, he smirked. “Did you fuck that nigga you were with on your little vacation? You two looked cozy on your dates.” My eye twitched at his revelation, but I said nothing.

“I may have been late in finding out where you were, but I know more than you think. I let you get your rocks off because I was a little occupied myself.” He winked before turning to walk away.

“Go get changed. Your things from your condo were moved earlier this evening in our main bedroom—you know where that is.”

This arrogant son of a bitch!

Seeing a hunting rifle in his gun case, my fingers itched to unload it into him.

Knowing him, he probably fucked the manager and sweet-talked himself into my unit.

That’s fine because my name will be on that building by the end of the summer.

I ignored the hellos and waves from his staff because now wasn’t the time to get chummy with me.

They’ve heard Chandler and me argue about this union on several occasions, and I didn’t fuck with them either.

Taking the stairs to the second floor of his home, I made a beeline for his bedroom.

Out of the six rooms he had in this house, he would make me sleep in the same room as him on the first night.

Pushing the mahogany doors open, my knees buckled once I stepped inside.

In the moonlit room, I could easily see my way around.

What caused pause was that my mind was playing tricks on me.

Chandler had a distinct smell. The YSL was very potent but lingering in the air was the smell of cedar and spice.

It was the smell of a man that caused my soul to stir from his presence alone.

It smells like him in here.

“Get it together, Noemi…” I spoke to myself as I crossed the room to find the light switch. “You miss him that much that you think you’re smelling him, girl.” I laughed at how stupid I sounded. “You had your chance, and you blew it.”

“Seems we both did.”

Before I could flick on the lights, the voice of Jordan Mills sounded in the room.

My eyes bulged once the bedroom illuminated, and I saw the love of my life in the flesh.

Tucked in a corner, he was dressed in all black as he pulled from his blunt.

His eyes scanned my body as he pushed off the wall.

“H-How? W-Why?” I stammered, unable to move. “Jordan, what is going on? How did you get in here?”

“I hear congratulations are in order, baby.” He chuckled as he flicked the roach of his blunt across the room. This man was so disrespectful. “What type of friend would I be if I didn’t support my bestie on her big night?”

Still in shock, my eyes followed him as he observed Chandler’s bedroom.

The size of a small apartment, the room was just like any other in the house—plain and designed for a man.

As I examined Jordan, I noticed the bed was littered with rose petals and balloons.

The thought of what was going to happen later tonight caused my throat to dry.

“Shouldn’t you be back in Milly Grove looking for the man you blame me for not telling you about?” I crossed my arms and mugged him. “Matter of fact, you need to leave. If Chandler comes up here?—”

“One to the head, two to the chest,” was all he said as he turned and eyed the bed.

“That nigga is going to be mad as fuck when he comes up here and finds his sheets are a mess.” He chuckled and turned to me, eyes full of yearning.

“You’re asking me a lot of questions, Mi, but you ain’t really saying shit. Come here.”

Like a moth to a flame, any resolve I had in an instant was gone. The only man I wanted was before me, and that’s all I cared about. I didn’t care about this being my wedding night. I didn’t care about my husband being on the floor beneath me. All I cared about was Jordan.

“Ask me…” he murmured as he reached out, raising my chin with his finger. Batting my lids softly at him, I saw what I wanted to see from the man I wanted forever with. “Ask me the questions you really want to know.”

“Why are you here?” I started before hissing as his hand slid across my collarbone. Goosebumps formed instantly, and I knew then that I was in trouble. “Tell me the reason, Jordan.”

“I’m here for you,” he answered as he snaked his arm behind me and began to untie my corset. “I came here to get what’s been mine since the day I met you.” Once the dress was undone, our stare stayed locked on each other as it fell to my feet. “What else do you want to know?”

Pushing me back toward the bed with his body, I fell gently onto the sea of rose petals.

Dressed in nothing but heels and a thong, I watched with hooded lenses as he pulled his hoodie over his head.

Once those arms and tattoos were on display, I knew it was truly over for these silk sheets.

Jordan was a living statue of David with a slightly larger physique that was making me melt a milliliter per millisecond.

“Are you going to fuck me, Jordan?” I licked my lips as he placed each of my legs on his shoulder. Kissing up the inside of each thigh, I threw my head back and moaned. “Fuck, baby.”

“All I’m doing is kissing you, Mi, and you got the nerve to ask me about my dick.” He chuckled as he pulled my thong to the side, nuzzling his face into my pussy. Inhaling deeply, I was so embarrassed when I felt the small release of my essence. “Damn, baby. You smell so good.”

Without warning, he flicked my clit with his tongue before spreading my lower lips open, easing his whole nose and mouth inside. The most he’d done before was a finger here and there, so feeling his flat tongue against me while his nose tickled my hardened nub was driving me crazy.

“J-Jordan…” I panted as I thrust my pussy into his face. I wish he’d let my legs down, but he had me locked in a pretzel, and I couldn’t do shit but beg for mercy. “It’s too much, baby. Oh my goshhhh!”

The voices and music below us faded as I temporarily went deaf in both ears.

I was shaking and screaming so much that I knew Chandler would be bursting into the room at any moment.

Coming down from my orgasm, Jordan peppered kisses on my sensitive clit before easing his way up my body.

Finally, he let my legs down, and they felt like feathers as I continued to lay in bliss from my release.

“I knew once I finally got my hands on you, it was going to change my life.” His eyes were trained on mine as he stood to remove his shoes and joggers.

Once his dick sprang free, I felt the drool roll down the corner of my mouth.

It was the thickest and juiciest I’d ever seen.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, baby.

” He stroked his dick as he climbed on top of me.

“I want to apologize in advance for what I’m about to do to you.

” Pushing my legs open wide, he tapped his dick at my entrance, hungry orbs still on me.

“Wait…” I placed my hands on his chest and stopped him from penetrating me. “I have one more question.” Closing my eyes tightly, I took a deep breath. “Do you love me?”

It shouldn’t matter, nor should I care, but being with him at this moment, I needed to know. Jordan is the man I want. He’s the one I want to grow old with. He’s the man I wanted to father my children. I know I’m bound to Chandler now, but I couldn’t help who my heart and soul cried out for.

“Look at me.” He placed his hand around my throat with his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

My eyelids opened on command. “I love you with my entire heart, Noemi.” He pushed himself into me, causing me to shriek.

Being as though he was only the second man to ever enter me, I felt like I was being ripped in half.

“There isn’t a nigga walking this earth, angel floating in heaven, or devil dancing in hell that will stop me from making you mine.

” Prematurely thinking he was all the way in, I was in for the shock of my life when he pulled out just to slide back in deeper.

“I always told you that I wouldn’t fuck you unless you were mine, right?

” I was too full to speak, so I nodded. “Well, let me show you what my words can’t say. ”

Dropping his lips onto mine, he kissed me with so much passion and possession that I came instantly. I was so caught off guard that it scared me when my body started to tremble. Instead of stopping to let me catch my second wind, he kept going.

“That’s it, my baby,” he moaned against my mouth before pulling away.

“I feel you coming all over Daddy’s dick.

I told you once I fucked you, you were going to be mine.

” His strokes were so deep and powerful that I felt him in my chest. If he wasn’t already in my heart, he would have a place there after he finished fucking me.

“Tell me how much you love this dick and how this pussy belongs to nobody but me.”

Taking his hand from my neck, he pinched my right nipple before placing it in his mouth. “Hmph,” I bit my bottom lip and grunted as he slammed into me. “You’re going to make me come again, Jordan.”