I sat patiently on a bed of roses as I waited for Ethan. A deep blush brightened my cheeks and I nervously chewed on my bottom lip. Ethan never mentioned anything in the contract, but it was our wedding night. What if he had presumptions about the two of us?
So, I sat and waited, unsure of what to do.
Ethan and I were married at the altar after he confessed that he wanted me, not Dora. I wasn’t wearing white, and I didn’t have any vows planned, but we were officially pronounced man and wife that evening.
After the wedding, Ethan took me back to his villa where I would be living for the next year. Until our divorce, of course.
The door opened. The sudden movement blew a few of the rose petals around and they skittered across the floor.
Ethan entered and paused. He looked around th
