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  I’m going to marry the man of my dreams in just a few days, a man who has fallen for me as quickly and hard, as I’ve fallen for him. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.

  STERLING

  I glance at my phone, frowning at the time. Only ten minutes have passed since the last time I looked at the damn thing. I’ve been away from Tilly all morning, and I miss her. She’s spending the morning wedding dress shopping with my mother, and Bexley, and I’m… working.

  My secretary pages me over the intercom and I sigh before answering it. “S-S-S-Sir, Mr. Aldrich is here to see you,” her voice hesitantly stutters.

  I don’t blame her for being a bit nervous around me, I’ve been quite the bear since arriving a few hours ago. I want Tilly. I want her with me always, she’s like a goddamn drug that I can’t quit.

  My office door swings open and Aldrich strolls in, closing the door behind him, he makes his way over to the chair across from me and flops down.

  “Rich,” I murmur leaning back in my chair.

  He looks tired, a little stressed. “You happy with your girl?” he asks.

  “Marrying her on Saturday, you know I am,” I state.

  He runs his hand through his dark hair and sighs. “Don’t you feel guilty, about everything?” he asks on a whisper.

  I don’t even have to think about his words before I answer. My eyes meet his and I nod. “Every fucking minute of every goddamn day. But Rich?” He lifts his chin, waiting for me to finish. “What if I hadn’t walked in there? What if I hadn’t seen her? Where would she be now?”

  “Thought you’d say that,” he croaks. “Me and Whitaker are going back. I feel guilty as fuck, but I don’t feel guilty enough to stay away.”

  A slow smile appears on my lips. “Honest to fuck, it was the best decision I ever made, Aldrich. Find her, find your Tilly.”

  He lifts his chin, “We’re going Sunday night. The contact messaged me, said they would only have three new girls, but one was bound to be extremely appealing. He also said he was only going to invite four major players. Me, and Whitaker passed the financial background apparently,” he chuckles.

  “Let’s get something to eat, I can’t sit around here all day, I’m going fucking crazy,” I announce as I stand to my feet.

  Aldrich smirks. “Miss your woman?”

  I grunt. “Fucking hell, I’m so goddamn pussy whipped,” I groan as I rub my hand over my face.

  Aldrich claps me on my shoulder and gives me a squeeze. “You’re happy. Nothing wrong with that, Sterling.”

  Together we leave my office, my secretary watching my every move. I can practically hear her exhale of relief when I step onto the elevator car.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  TILLY

  The simple all white lace wedding gown takes my breath away. It is stunning. I hear Natasha gasp, and Bexley practically squeals, behind me. I can’t look at their faces through the reflection of the mirror. I am too busy staring at myself.

  Sheer white lace covers both of my arms, and my chest, all the way to my collarbone. Beneath the sheer lace a silk slip that is cut into a sweetheart shaped neckline, completely backless, and mermaid style fitting me tight from my chest to my knees. I am in awe—complete and total awe.

  This is it. From the neck, to the millions of buttons that hold together the sheer fabric in the back, down to the short train.

  I have found my wedding dress, the dress that I am going to walk through the gardens in, and marry Sterling Montgomery.

  “What do you think?” the couture dress shops owner asks.

  I turn around on the pedestal and look at the two women who had joined me for the day. Natasha’s eyes are watery, and Bexley is covering her mouth with her hand. Neither of them are saying a word, and I know why.

  They don’t want to influence my decision, they have been doing this all morning, and I appreciate them for it. Bexley knows that enough decisions have already been made for me in life, I should at least get to make this one on my own.

  Natasha, I think she doesn’t want to be a pushy mother-in-law, that maybe she is treading lightly because in reality, she doesn’t know me at all.

  “I love it,” I whisper.

  My eyes water and then Natasha jumps to her feet, Bexley soon following and the both of them hug me.

  I cry.

  In the middle of the fancy dress shop, I cry.

  I didn’t even cry when my parents handed me off to be sold. I was completely terrified, but I didn’t cry. Now, my dreams are coming true and I am crying.

  “Okay, good, good,” Natasha murmurs, taking a step back.

  I watch as she turns to the dress shop owner. “Now, Sterling will pay for it all, just send him a bill. We need this by Friday evening that’s doable correct?” she asks.

  The dress shop owner’s eyes bug out, and she exhales. “Well usually we like a little more notice, but for you Mrs. Montgomery, I’ll make an exception.”

  I don’t miss how she addresses Natasha and not me, or how she says Mrs. Montgomery. Her eyes narrow on me before she grabs her clipboard and measuring devices.

  “Bexley, you need a bridesmaid’s dress. Whatever color you like, I don’t care, you’re my only one,” I call out.

  Bexley smiles widely before she and Natasha take off to search the racks of gowns. “So, you’re marrying Sterling Montgomery,” the shop owner casually states as she pins my dress for alternations.

  “I am,” I smile.

  She snorts with a shake of her head. “I’d watch out if I were you. Word is he’s been under every skirt at the club. Although, maybe you don’t mind so much that he’s been around the block a dozen times. You’re only marrying him for money, right Tilly?”

  I suck in a breath at her words. How dare she. I never imagined that Sterling was a monk, but she makes it sound like he’s some kind of manwhore, and then to insinuate that I’m only marrying him for money. If she only knew. If she really knew she’d be singing a different tune—or would she?

  “Sterling and I are in love,” I shrug acting as though her words don’t strike a nerve.

  She’s not wrong. I am with Sterling for his money, just not in the way she thinks. I ignore her. She and her opinions and judgments are seriously not worth my time.

  I used to worry about people’s opinions quite a bit, especially when my parents were draining their accounts to keep up with the rest of society.

  Losing everything, and being sold on the black market, it changes a girl. I personally could give a fuck what this twit thinks about me. The only people whose opinions matter are Sterling, his parents, and his close friends. Everybody else can kick rocks.

  “What do you think about this color?” Bexley asks interrupting our conversation.

  Looking over, I smile when I see she’s holding up a robin’s egg blue knee length chiffon dress. It’s strapless and has a belted waist and appears to be fitted, giving it a bit of a retro feel. It’s going to look amazing on her.

  “Try it on,” I smile.

  A few minutes later Bexley walks on the platform and stands next to me. “Perfect,” Natasha breathes.

  Turning around, I look at us in the mirror and I can’t stop my smile. I’m getting married, and the next time we stand next to one another, in these dresses will be my wedding day.

  STERLING

  Aldrich and I look at the rings in the case. I haven’t bought Tilly a wedding ring yet, and with the nuptials in just a few days, I decided I needed to get on that. So here we are, staring at gigantic diamond rings. None of them look like Tilly.

  “May I make a suggestion, sir?” the salesman asks. I nod, my eyes scanning the rings, again hoping that something will pop out at me. “What about something like this?” he asks.

  Lifting my gaze, I look down at his pinky where he has two rings on display. One is a large pear shaped pink diamond solitaire, surrounded by white diamonds and set in a rose gold band. The other is a skinny platinum band, with small white diamonds
all the way around.

  “What’s this, then?” I ask.

  He clears his throat. “I’ve noticed this is a very new trend. Girls are stacking their rings now, different styles and metal colors. This particular diamond is a pink diamond,” he explains.

  “It’s different,” I murmur scratching my chin.

  Aldrich chuckles, “It’s Tilly. Buy it.” I glance over at my friend, lifting a brow. “It’s classic, yet not, because of the color. It’s still unique but subtle in its uniqueness. That combination of rings, that’s Tilly.”

  I shake my head once, wondering when he’ll get a woman of his own, and hoping that it’s soon. I can tell he’s ready. A hell of a lot more ready than I was when I came across Tilly. “Wrap it up,” I grunt.

  The salesman grins, then goes about his process of wrapping the ring, boxing it, and running my credit card.

  I’m one step closer to making Tilly my wife, and I can’t fucking wait.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  TILLY

  Walking into Sterling’s home, well my home now, I suppose. I look around. He told me that he’d be at the office all day, but I feel a tingle shimmy up my spine. That tingle means he’s here. There is something about Sterling’s presence that my body can just feel.

  “Stop right there,” his deep voice commands.

  I don’t know where he is in the room, but I know that I can’t see him. His voice echoes from somewhere behind me. I freeze, as he demands, squeezing my thighs together as my pussy aches, from only his three words spoken.

  “Take everything off, including the shoes,” he states. His voice sounds almost bored, but I know that he isn’t, not Sterling.

  I don’t waste even a second. I completely undress, including my shoes, bra, and panties. I’m aware that I’m still standing in the foyer, and completely naked. The odds of a staff member seeing me are higher than I would like—it doesn’t matter though. What Sterling wants, I’ll give him, and right now he wants me naked in the foyer.

  I hear his shoes click against the floor as he walks up behind me. My breath hitches when I feel the heat from his chest against my back.

  His fingertips skim down from my shoulder, to my hip, stopping before they disappear. I moan, wishing that he would touch me more, my body shivering with need.

  “Did you have fun today?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

  I whimper, closing my eyes as I try to form the words to answer him. “I did,” I say through trembling lips.

  “Did you miss me?” he asks, his lips touching my neck, then my shoulder.

  My head nods, the movement jerky, as my stomach dips and my pussy floods with desire. “Are you wet for me?” he rasps against my shoulder blade, his lips slowly moving down my body.

  “Always, Sterling,” I pant.

  His lips brush against the center of my back, then my lower back, before I feel them on my ass. A moan escapes my mouth when his hands finally touch me, he grips my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I feel my face heat, knowing that it must be red as he spreads my ass, his face right there.

  “Come down here. Hands and knees, pretty girl,” he rasps.

  I can feel his hot breath against my entrance and my pussy clenches. I want him to touch me there, and I don’t know why, exactly. I feel like I need him to take every single part of me, to touch and own my entire body.

  Quickly, I fall to my knees, spreading my thighs as I move down to my elbows. I arch my back, sticking my ass and pussy toward him. I know that I’ve done exactly what he wants when I hear his long groan behind me.

  I whimper when I feel his finger slide through my center. “You’re so fucking wet. You like being naked, and fucked in the open, don’t you,” he coos.

  Biting my bottom lip, I push back a little more, as my answer. He chuckles behind me, his fingers finding the flesh of my ass again, gripping me and spreading me wide.

  “You want me to play with this little asshole of yours, don’t you? You’re fucking dripping, begging me for it,” he growls.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  STERLING

  Her, please, is what sends me over the edge. I’d planned on teasing her for hours. A silent punishment for leaving me alone all day. Not her fault, as I’d sent her out wedding dress shopping, but still. I fucking missed my pretty girl.

  I don’t know how I’m going to go back to work after our honeymoon. There’ll be no way around it, she’s going to have to come with me. I can’t fucking think without her by my side, anymore.

  Leaning forward, I swirl my tongue around her tight rosebud, enjoying the way she gasps. My hands grip her hips as I continue to taste her.

  After a matter of seconds, she moans, pushing against my face, obviously enjoying the way my tongue feels against her entrance. When I penetrate her, she lets out a cry and pushes against me even harder.

  I pull away, releasing her, to unbutton and unzip my pants. I need to be inside of her, the scent of her pussy is driving me insane. “Sterling,” she sobs, her ass moving closer to me.

  Once my pants are shoved down over my ass, I align my cock with her pussy and drive deep inside of her with one thrust. I watch, a smirk appearing on my lips as her head jerks back, her hair flying through the air.

  Catching her fall of hair, I fist it as I tug her head back a little farther. Her back arches even more beautifully than before and I slip a little deeper into her tight cunt.

  “Sterling,” she moans.

  Leaning forward, I make sure that she can see my face, albeit upside down. She’s panting, her lips parted slightly, and her eyes round. “You’re going to fuck me, Tilly. Fuck this cock, pretty girl.”

  She rocks forward before coming back against me. It isn’t enough, not by a long shot. Raising my free hand back, I slap the side of her ass. She cries out. “Fuck my cock like you goddamn mean it,” I growl.

  I hear her whimper and then she rocks forward again, only to slam back against me this time. We both let out a simultaneous groan. I straighten my back, my hand still fisting her hair and I tip my chin down.

  I watch.

  I watch as my cock glistens with Tilly’s wetness, each time she rocks forward, I watch as I disappear inside of her tight body each time she slams back against me.

  Goddamn, my pretty girl feels good.

  “I’m close,” she cries out, her voice wavering.

  I know she’s close, I can feel her pussy flutter around me. Slipping my thumb into my mouth, I wet it before I press it against her sweet asshole. I massage her, listening to her whimper and sob as she climbs closer toward her release.

  In the next beat, I fuck her with my thumb. I watch as my cock glides in and out of her, my thumb matching its tempo. Only then does she come. It’s hard, her body shaking almost violently while her ass and pussy clamp down so hard around my cock and thumb that I see stars.

  Removing my thumb, I also release her hair and wrap both of my hands around her hips. “My turn to fuck you, pretty girl,” I rasp.

  It doesn’t take me long, several hard thrusts, driving into her pulsing wet cunt. I bury myself deep inside of her and let out a long roar as I come. Gently I guide her to her stomach, lying on top of her back, my hips still pumping lazily in and out of her tight center.

  “Good girl,” I rasp against her ear.

  She lets out a long-exhaled sigh.

  This woman was without a doubt, made just for me. I can’t wait to make her legally mine.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  TILLY

  “We need to go downstairs, immediately,” Sterling growls.

  I turn my head slightly and give him a smile. “Why?” I ask, coyly.

  He shakes his head, his lips twitching. Then, he quickly walks toward me, his hand slipping around my waist, his eyes catching mine in the mirror.

  “Because, I’m about two seconds from bending you over, pulling up your dress, and fucking you. We don’t have time, there is an entire restaurant full of people waiting for us,” he
whispers against my ear.

  My eyes never leave his as I watch him through the mirror. “I’m still sore from you fucking me about an hour ago,” I breathe.

  He hums, his hand sliding down to the hem of my short dress, then beneath it. I gasp when I feel his fingers caress my center through the outside of my panties.

  My hips automatically rock. I’ve had so much sex since coming home with him, that my body is in a constant state of desire at this point.

  I can feel my panties dampen, immediately. Sterling does, too, because I hear him groan against my ear. “Now, Tilly. You’re going to be a good girl during dinner?” he rasps.

  My eyes widen as I think about the last dinner we had. When his parents were here, and he spent most of the night with his fingers in my pussy. I don’t think that I can do that again, not tonight, not during my wedding rehearsal dinner.

  “Sterling,” I warn softly.

  His mouth opens, and his teeth gently nip my neck. “What do you say, pretty girl?” he asks.

  I shiver in his arms. Damn him, he knows what it does to me when he calls me, pretty girl. I close my eyes slowly, then reopen them, meeting his gaze again in the mirror. “I’ll be a good girl, Sterling,” I whisper.

  A smile appears on his lips, and his hand falls from between my legs. My breath hitches when he turns me around, then drops to his knee right in front of me. I open my mouth in surprise when he opens up a small blue velvet box.

  “Marry me tomorrow,” he rasps.

  He’s completely serious, as if he doesn’t already know my answer. I glance down at the ring, my mouth dropping open a little further. It’s completely breathtaking. It looks like a pink stone, pink. My heart races, not just because the jewelry is so pretty, but because he thinks enough of me to even ask.

  “Of course, Sterling. I can’t wait,” I smile.