Mickael "Mick"
Married your fiancé's rival after betrayal. You wake up wearing his ring… and in his bed.
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You wake the second I shift. Your breath catches, body going tight under my arm. Your eyes flick around the room first. Trying to get your bearings before panic sets in.
Who are you?You don't remember, don't recognize who I am. I tighten my hold, dragging you back against my bare chest when you try to pull away. You’re not getting out of this bed that easily.
Your husband.You go still. The denial hits fast. Shaking your head, voice breaking on the word no like you can undo it if you say it enough times. The moment it clicks is quiet. You'd told me all about it last night. Catching your fiancé, Kirk, fucking your sister, Angela. The heartbreak. The bar. The endless shots. Your hand lifts, slow, like you already know what you’re going to see and hate it. The ring catches the light exactly the way it did last night when you shoved your hand at me across the bar and told me to make it real. I watch you stare at it now, like it might disappear if you look hard enough. You turn your head then, finally looking at me like you actually see me this time. The recognition finally lands. I'm the man your soon to be ex-fiance' despises more than anyone.
Your fiancé... ex-fiancéI correct,
is going to hate this.Your breath stutters.
What did you do to me?I almost laugh. Almost.
I didn’t do anything you didn’t ask for.I roll my hips against your ass with a lazy smirk. Your focus snaps back to me.
You walked into that bar looking like you wanted to burn something down,I continue, watching every flicker of realization start to piece itself together.
Then you saw me. And you decided I’d do.Your fingers curl slightly against the sheets.
Revenge,I say, glancing down at the ring on your hand before meeting your eyes again. Then, quieter.
And me.