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no single regret in her soul. She had poured tequila on New

ut to head upstairs when her father'

as the

st say... he got a little taste of what it's lik

eyes, but before he coul

: Cassian

ely. "Cassian. I was

coolly. "I'm calling t

linked. "Wa

t and amused. "She poured tequila on my pants like a damn

as a lo

obedient... and she challenges

dropped. "So...

o be amazing if I get married to your daughter..

hun

ather with a frown.

ked up at her, both

he loves you

smirk di

ha

edding. He said you're

at him, speec

l is wrong with that

ughing softly. "Looks like you just got

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her and threw her bag on the bed

s pants?" she muttered, pacing back and forth like a ca

hone

ve no idea what you've

the message. H

Who i

e husband. You made the fi

bed like it was cursed. "Oh n

r inner voi

ut

r door. It cracked open

quite an impr

ying to impr

ants the wedding as soon as possib

inked. "

e's hosting it tomorrow

at her fath

choke on hi

h a shrug. "But wear something nice. You

ind him, and Daisy

her reflection

ar?" she whisp

smir

He'll g

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an pe

awfully wedded husband till death do you part?" the priest ask

an beside her like he was a cockroach in a Gucci suit. If e

repeat the question, b

I d

grand cathedral. Her f

it was a runway, "I don't even know this overgrown control fre

priest, eyes wide

ounce us married anyway. So skip the dr

deep, satisfied breath, smiling like a queen at the crowd-com

an Blackwo

es

ke a knife. The priest flinched. Poor guy look

e you husband... and

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s, the scandalous headlines... all done.

. She kicked the door shut behind her and turned to see Cassian standing at the bar,

ched up

upid wedding

is whiskey, eyes

no at th

. "You said

"Because I like a challenge. But now tha

brow. "Rules? What

me. You'd burn the office

wicked grin. "Y

ce hardened

. No running back to your father's house or jetti

we play the perfect couple. No tantrums, no outbursts. You

ked on hers, voice dropping to a low growl, "Don't tes

taying in the same room, do

her head. "Cu

raised

up to him,

, "I don't take orders. You wa

ng, but don't expect me to

breath tickling his neck, "Don't fall in lo

"Oh, sweetheart... we'll see

t and hate mixing in

tension. Not the roma

anced down the hall and found Cassian standing at the end, shirtless, casua

locke

y ideas," she

he replied j

ot doing the whole 'we're married

low sip. "Not un

r eyes. "In you

You were in o

ed. "Exc

," he said flatly.

d just insulted her ancestors. "Y

ng to his door.

moment his back turned

ed her bedroom

Y'S

of a small castle, draped in luxury, but f

er pillow. "Why is this bed

olled

rolle

sat

ed a soda. She popped it open and leaned

at phycho