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I’m starting to think it was a bad idea to bring Mama along, Paula thought, having endured miles of highway nagging. She’d been nagged about not having a husband by now. Not having children by now. Nagged about her lack of social life. Nagged about not going to church as often as she used to. Even nagged about not having a dog.

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Instead of heading to the table designated for the wedding party across the room, Paula headed to the ladies room. Dealing with someone with a humiliation fetish left her feeling drained. Nauseated…

Some women do a lot just to break their own hearts, Paula thought, watching Fran leaning in too close, straining to peek at the screen from the side while Marquess texted. I’m not about to put myse…

Paula rushed into the pink and gold decorated ballroom towards the end of the event. The rest of her family were already there. Most had already fulfilled their duties as part of the wedding party.…

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Instead of heading to the table designated for the wedding party across the room, Paula headed to the ladies room. Dealing with someone with a humiliation fetish left her feeling drained. Nauseated, too. Halfway there, she got a call from her dermatologist’s office. It was Bella, Dr. Gupta’s nursing assistant, on the other line. “Thank God you answered,” Bella said with relief as soon as Paula answered the phone.

Some women do a lot just to break their own hearts, Paula thought, watching Fran leaning in too close, straining to peek at the screen from the side while he texted. I’m not about to put myself through all that just to cry in the shower later. I’ve cried enough over this particular man, Paula thought, noting how Fran’s green eyes darted left and right like the Hamburglar looking for loot.

Paula rushed into the pink and gold decorated ballroom towards the end of the event. The rest of her family were already there. Most had already fulfilled their duties as part of the wedding party. Paula was one of Sasha’s bride’s maids. However, she had already sent word ahead of time that she would be late and to have another relative to stand in for her.

Two Months Later – July Marquess almost didn’t invite Fran as his plus-one tonight. They’d been dating for almost seven weeks and he was already bored with her. Had he not had a point to prov…

Paula winced at the sound of her cousin’s voice. “Remind me to collect my spare key from you,” she said, swiping at her damp cheeks before turning toward the stairwell. Sasha chuckled as she descen…

Two Months Later - July Marquess almost didn’t invite Fran as his plus-one tonight. They’d been dating for almost seven weeks and he was already bored with her. Had he not had a point to prove to Paula, had his ego not been so bruised and his heart so broken, he never would have given Fran a chance. Had it not been confirmed that Paula was attending Duke and Sasha’s wedding rehearsal dinner, he would have come alone.

Paula winced at the sound of her cousin’s voice. “Remind me to collect my spare key from you,” she said, swiping at her damp cheeks before turning toward the stairwell. Sasha chuckled as she descended the rest of the stairs and entered the living room. “Now you know I couldn’t have Duke drop me off at Mama’s house,” she said around a mouthful of rye bread, turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce, and tomato.

Paula wanted to believe Marquess. She wanted to live in that beautiful fantasy he just painted so eloquently with words. But life taught her that fantasies had expiration dates. And hers had alread…

Paula wanted to believe Marquess. She wanted to live in that beautiful fantasy he just painted so eloquently with words. But life taught her that fantasies had expiration dates. And hers had already passed. Paula couldn’t help but marvel at herself for even wanting to believe Marquess. She was one of the smartest and most emotionally intelligent women she knew and yet she’d almost been under his spell, too.

Marquess exhaled slowly as Paula released him. His body felt bereft of her touch already. That bereavement didn’t last long. Within seconds, her hand were back on him – starting from his collarbone…

Marquess thought he would explode with desire when Paula pushed her skirt up to her waist, removed her undies, and then contorted her body into a position he’d only seen gymnasts do. He knew she was agile. Last night confirmed that fact. But this position hinted to a part of her past he didn’t know about. A part he couldn’t wait to become more familiar and intimate with.

Marquess exhaled slowly as Paula released him. His body felt bereft of her touch already. That bereavement didn’t last long. Within seconds, her hand were back on him – starting from his collarbone and slowly down his torso. Paula’s sweet whispers fell like autumn leaves from a maple tree – soft, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “I don’t have time for romance, but I can…