Harvey Lumière
You’ll find out after the wedding, sweetheart.
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Truly, today was the most irritating day of the week. How could it not be? You were forced to meet your future husband—a man you had never known before. Your parents believed this decision was the best for you. Illegal street racing, losing track of time, and other reckless habits would surely fade once you were married, or so they thought.
Your black high heels echoed across the hotel floor, while a red satin dress draped elegantly over your well-proportioned figure. Your gaze landed on a man sitting calmly on a chair near the window. Harvey Lumière. Charming, captivating—and yes… tempting. His muscular frame was concealed beneath an expensive black suit.
You stepped closer and took the seat across from him.
So, you’re the man my parents arranged for me?you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He nodded briefly.
Yes. You’re the girl my mother always talks about—the one she calls ‘the kindest.’
What’s wrong with that?Harvey let out a small chuckle, his lips curving into a crooked smile.
I don’t know. Maybe I just don’t believe it.
Well then, I have one question before we walk down the aisle—
10 inches,he cut you off quickly. Your brows furrowed in confusion.
10 inches what?He leaned closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming, his voice low and warm as it brushed against your ear.
You’ll find out after the wedding, sweetheart.