TRAPPED WITH THE PLAYBOY
oy
-
nna'
, clinking glassware, laughter drifting from the dining room as staff moved swiftly, setting the last touches. I
's what the
chable. Powerful. And their son - a play
-to-be
ing room, and my gaze
Car
ws, collar undone just enough to expose the ink curling up
ith mine. Mr. Carter stood beside my father, their tones
s eyes
he s
ke at t
my eyes, his expression unreadable. Not
Ariana! I've heard so much about you," she gushed, wrapping me in a quick, warm hug. "I'm Skylar. And t
smiling back. "It's n
gnore Zane if he acts like a jerk. He
but Zane's eye twitche
other said quickly, a
flowed - wine, laughter, subtle negotiations dressed in poli
ry to speak to me - just stole glances now and then
s being cleared wh
month's time, our families will officially become one. Th
od ran
n't even
d back in his chair and sipped his
e table. I squeezed back, but I couldn
n't r
love. It w
the room, Zane Carter
ess what kind of s
-
e's
I felt it - that annoying flutter in
na M
l from
n skin. But this time, dressed to impress - elegant, poised, yet her eyes car
h
he girl my parents were so ob
he women in this damn country, they picked the one
and smirked slightly - just
that meant anything to me. I wasn't thinking about legacy. I was thinking about how tight that
ncement came,
knew what
punched in the gut. It wasn't dramatic. Just real. She wasn
gave me that loaded look - t
one?" Mr. Monroe suggested. "They could
ere all too h
n encouraging wink. Jace clapped me on
s just me
ai
the crowd or the f
er arms. "So
a brow. "
her face slightly. "
n two days ago, but I wasn't going to a
oth of us acting like this was ju
you," I sa
a small tilt of her
ly. "You weren
e being
ed. "St
between us was charged - not soft, not roma
ll figuri
as going to be a lot more t
-
Night – A
lling my phone whe
Ping
me lit up
ck Twitter
rywhere. Your e
ked. "
ned t
here
wasn't even looking at me in it - he was staring somewhere to the side, brooding as alway
r heartthrob, is officially engaged! Meet his fiancée, Ariana Monroe -
ts were...
WTF. Noooo
s like a princess. But
69: Is this
o damn fine even in an e
h and flopped onto the bed, c
s my li
ine. A
rm I didn
-
as it
and c
xo