[Alessia’s Point of View]

"Great work on concealing those blemishes," he complimented with a mischievous grin that left me at a loss for words.

‘Why is he here? Out of everyone, why him?’ The thought of the embarrassment I had caused crossed my mind once more. I had confessed to him that I was willing to lose my virginity to someone else before marriage, and to my surprise, it was him.

I had given it to him willingly.

"It seems like you two are acquainted," Mother remarked.

"No, I don't know him," I exclaimed, drawing their attention and feeling the heat rise to my cheeks due to embarrassment. I remained silent as they discussed business matters. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, and whenever our eyes met, I quickly looked away.

"Blade is quite experienced in handling such issues," Mr. Armstrong mentioned. "He can easily turn a big problem into a small one."

"That's not the case, Dad. I don't need to underestimate every situation, as you've taught me but seem to have forgotten," Blade retorted.

The adults chuckled.

"He takes after you, This Alessia of mine is still in training under me. She's not ready for such responsibilities yet." My father commented.

I simply smiled as the focus shifted to me.

"I trust that you'll look after her, Blade," My father said.

I turned to him, finding his intense gaze already fixed on me.

"Of course, Sir. It would be my honor," Blade replied.

They continued their discussion on business matters, which bored me to the core, but I listened attentively and remained quiet as I sipped on the juice in front of me.

"So, where are you thinking of going for your honeymoon?" my mom asked curiously.

I accidentally spilled my drink when she asked, and to my surprise, a handkerchief landed in my mouth. It belonged to Blade.

"Thanks," I mouthed, taking the handkerchief from his hand and using it to clean myself up. Everyone laughed at the unexpected turn of events.

"He's such a nice guy," my mom commented.

"They would make a great couple," someone added.

"Let's leave them be and head to the meeting room," my dad suggested, probably sensing my shyness and discomfort.

"That's a good idea so they can have a proper conversation," Mr. Armstrong agreed, patting his son's shoulder.

I just smiled and didn't pay much attention when I realized we were alone. I couldn't look at him properly before he suddenly pulled me closer.

"So, where do you want to go for our honeymoon?" he asked.

I was taken aback and could only manage to ask, "Are you serious?"

"Of course! We can't just get married without planning our honeymoon. Do you think your parents would agree?" he whispered in my ear.

My mouth dropped open and he laughed at my reaction. It was nice to hear his laughter, so I looked away.

"Anywhere is fine, but it would be great if we could bring some friends along," I replied.

"I'm sorry, but honeymoons are usually for just the married couple, not a big group of friends," he explained.

"I love seeing this side of you. So shy," he teased.

When his hand suddenly slipped into my underwear, I didn’t make a sound as he swiftly inserted his finger. I simply closed my eyes, savoring the pleasure. And I must admit, I enjoy the way he plays.

“Damn! You’re already so wet, babe,” he whispered, planting a kiss on my neck.

My eyes widened as he abruptly withdrew his hand. He then presented me with an envelope containing only a contract.

“Since they only want us to be married on paper, this will serve as our agreement.”

I looked at him, reading through the document. It didn’t surprise me that he was so organized, but I didn’t expect him to lay down rules for our marriage. It made sense for the sake of business, but it also made my heart ache.

“We should act like a real husband and wife so they won’t be disappointed in us.”

Yes, I understood that if we wanted our parents to believe in our marriage, we had to put on a convincing show. It was for the best.

“It also states that we’ll be living in the same house but in separate bedrooms.”

“Are we allowed to be with other people while we’re together?” I asked, still focused on the paper in my hands.

“No, we’re not. We’re not even married yet, and you’re already thinking about cheating on me.”

I laughed and shook my head. I would never do that. Even though our marriage was just a contract, no one deserved to be deceived or betrayed.

“More importantly, I know we’ll need each other on lonely nights, and so do you,” he said, causing me to blush and inch away from him.

“You’re a womanizer, right? So, does this contract include anything about desire?” I asked, wanting to clarify.

I am a sex addict, but I trust that it won't be an issue for you.

I don't have any concerns, but how can I be sure that you are not carrying any infections?

I found the guidelines intriguing. However, as I continued reading, he unexpectedly whispered in my ear.

"Don't worry, I always use protection for such activities."

He noticed my blushing cheeks and remarked, "I enjoy seeing you shy, especially when you're undressed."

With that, I stood up, went to my father's desk, sat in his chair, and searched for a pen to sign the agreement. He joined me, sitting across from me at the table's edge.

“Can I see your ID, the one with the signature, please?”

"Why do you doubt me?" he chuckled, showing me his ID with the matching signature. After confirming, I returned the signed document to him.

As I leaned back in my father's chair, he suddenly kissed me, causing me to sit up. He drew me closer, and our intense kiss was interrupted by the arrival of people in the meeting room.

As our eyes met, I couldn't help but notice my lipstick smudged on his lips. In a panic, I dashed out of the office building, feeling my heart race with each step.

"This can't be happening, Rae," I muttered, running my fingers through my disheveled hair.

I tried to calm myself down, reminding myself that this situation was completely unexpected. I never imagined I would end up marrying him, especially after that incident.

"You've really messed things up, Alessia Rae," I yelled at the top of my lungs.

The memory of that incident kept replaying in my mind, fueling a growing desire within me.