Arranging My Bride Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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This isn’t unusual, but it seems like she’s been avoiding everyone since we got back from the benefit last night. She hardly spoke a word on the way home, not that I would have noticed. As soon as Amelia left the terrace, she disappeared, and I searched all night but couldn’t find her. It’s like she was a fever dream that came straight out of my fantasies, and then she vanished.

By the time I went to find Beckett and Glenda, he was watching the auction, and Glenda was in the corner of the ballroom alone, looking like she’d been given the shock of her life. When I came close, it was like she snapped out of it and asked to leave. We came straight home afterward, and she’s been in her room ever since.

“No, I’m just really tired. Can you make up some excuse to them?” She means our parents.

“Of course. Rest, and when I get back, I’ll check on you.”

“Thanks, Felipe.” She grabs a book and settles back into her blankets before I close the door and go downstairs to meet my parents.

We’re going to the Floreses’ tonight so that Amelia and I can formally meet. Although when I think about our introduction last night, all the blood in my body rushes to my dick.

“Glenda isn’t coming.” I say as I open the front door for my mother to walk through.

“What? This is important; she needs to be there.”

“No she doesn’t,” I say and don’t plan on elaborating. My father looks disapprovingly up the stairs, but he knows we don’t have time to have this argument.

“Very well.”

He follows after my mother but doesn’t sit next to her in the town car. I swear it’s like they go out of their way to not touch one another. I can’t imagine a moment when I could keep my hands off of Amelia. My bride calls to me like a siren, and I have no choice but to answer.

The drive to her home isn’t long, but I bounce my leg the whole way, anxious and needy to put my eyes on her. After I came home last night, I lay awake in bed until dawn thinking of her taste and dreaming of having it again.

Before the car can come to a complete stop, I open the door and step out.

“Don’t appear so eager, son,” my father scolds as he steps out and stands beside me. I have to turn and help my mother out of the car because he’s too concerned about how I reflect on him.

I’m scanning the front of the house when the doors open, and I see Amelia’s parents walk outside to greet us. They’re holding hands and standing close, which is a stark contrast to my parents, who are on either side of me.

I crane my neck a little and see her behind them, her head down and her hands folded in front of her. Concern grips my throat, and I want to go to her and pull her into my arms. Why is she upset? Does she feel guilty about last night? Letting another man eat her sweet pussy while she’s promised to someone else is cause to terminate this engagement, but I’m not about to let that happen.

“Welcome to our home,” Amelia’s father says and begins to shake hands. “It’s so good we can meet officially before the wedding.”

My eyes are on her the whole time, and when she finally looks up, it’s like a punch right to the gut. She isn’t happy to see me.

Without thinking it through or telling my body what to do, I walk right up to her and hold out my hand. “Hello again, Amelia.” Her eyes widen for a fraction, then her brows pull together in confusion.

“We’ve met before?”

“Not officially, but I’ve seen you at several functions. The first was two years ago at the Spring Dance in North Wind. You were wearing flowers in your hair.” The words come out of my mouth before I have time to sift through them, but the image is burned into my brain. Her in the sunshine with her face tilted toward the sky, and how beautiful she looked standing there. It was at that moment I knew she’d be mine. All I had to do was bide my time.

“I don’t remember that.” She finally puts her hand in mine, and I cover it with my other one, giving her no way to take it from me.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time to make new memories.”

We’re asked to come inside, but I don’t let go of her hand as we walk into the house. Our parents are ahead of us discussing something about the wedding, but I ignore them. Nothing about it matters to me because all I want is Amelia.

“Why don’t you show me around before lunch?” I say a little louder than necessary to get everyone's attention. I turn to Amelia expectantly, and she opens her mouth and closes it before finally answering.


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