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“I couldn’t find the right dress for tonight,” I shrug, turning to face him.

Only then does Malachi’s attention shift from the chaos in the room to my dress. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary on my legs.

“What do you think?” I ask with a smile on my face that I can’t help.

“You’re not wearing that,” Malachi runs his hand through his perfectly combed hair, his jaw tightening.

“What? Why?” The audacity to tell me I can’t wear an outfit I spent the entire day working on makes my blood boil.

“Because,” he points to the low neckline and the length of the dress without finishing the sentence.

“I’ll remind you that our contract doesn’t allow you to choose my clothes for me,” I snap at him. “Nor does it allow you to tell me what I cannot wear.”

“I’m not saying you can’t wear it.” He takes a step closer and the annoyance slowly starts turning into the familiar throb between my legs. “You can wear it at home as much as you like. But not while Nolan is watching.”

“So this is about Nolan?” I raise an eyebrow. “Suddenly I can’t even wear a dress I like because he’ll be there?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s not just because he’ll be there. Don’t forget that you’re my future wife, and no one will look at my future wife and think she is being too sexy.”

“Well that’s not fair!”

“You can complain about it later,” Malachi heads over to the pile of dresses on my bed, starting to browse through them. “But now, you need to change because we’ll be late.”

“I don’t have anything else that I like,” I point out. “As Milo told you, it took me all day to pick out my outfit.”

“This one.” He pulls a beautiful pink dress that covers all the right body parts while looking incredibly elegant. “Put this on.”

“I still think it’s unfair,” I take the dress from him. He doesn’t move.

“Are you going to stand there and watch me change?” I raise an eyebrow, tempted to throw the pink dress at him.

“We’re going to be husband and wife,” He smirks. “There’s nothing wrong with you changing in front of me.”

“Fine.” If he can bluff, so can I.

I start unzipping the dress, sliding it off my shoulders slowly.

“I’ll leave,” he says before I get to reveal too much skip, heading towards the door, but then he stops to add. “Just so you know, that black dress looks painfully good on you and one day you’ll be asking me to be the one to take it off of you.”

I blink, taken by surprise, but I should know better by now. Malachi can be incredibly unpredictable and while a part of me enjoys the thrill, another more sane part of me, can’t help but get embarrassed every time.

Why do I have to fucking blush every time?!

“I’m patient, I’ll wait for that day.”

Once Malachi closes the door behind him, I drop onto the bed, one hand over my chest. We’ve only lived together for a few days and I’m already struggling to keep myself together. At this rate, in no time I’ll make his prediction come true and start begging him for an orgasm, and I hate that. I hate that he’s right, and I hate that my body wants him more than it has ever desired anyone else.

I hate how easy it is for him to make me blush and how fast my heart starts beating when he gets close. And I hate that I notice everything about him. I hate that I can still taste his lips on mine even though the kiss we shared was so brief I didn’t even have time to react.

But more than anything, I hate that my pride won’t let me just walk up to him and tell him all of this, tell him how badly I want him to do all those things he wants to do to me.

If I could tell him, and we actually had sex, maybe everything would become easier.

Maybe.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Malachi