Truly, today was the most irritating day of the week.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. Simon Ghost Riley. 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

He nodded briefly.“Yes. You’re the girl my mother always talks about—the one she calls ‘the kindest.’”

Ghost 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

"You'll find out after the wedding sweetheart,"

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