Meghan Marcher escapes her stifling life when she discovers her father has orchestrated a wedding she can't bear. A one-night stand in Japan with the enigmatic Aaron Wilburn offers her a taste of freedom-but returning home brings a shocking twist: her younger sister Chloe is now engaged to the very man Meghan had just shared a passionate night with. With a secret baby on the line and emotions running wild, Meghan must navigate a tangled web of love and betrayal. Can she keep her past from crashing into her sister's future, or will the truth destroy everything she holds dear?
Chapter 1 Prologue
Meghan
Tokyo, Japan.
He stares at me, and I can't help but stare back. He is gorgeous. Short blonde hair, glittering ocean-blue eyes, and tall; he is perfect. My stomach flutters as he winks at me. There is no doubt that he was an American. The odds of running into one at this party are slim. But there he is all dressed in a black suit staring back at me. There's only one thing in my mind as I look at him-I want him.
My heart thumps hard against my chest as he walks towards me. Through the sea of bodies at the party, he surfs his way closer. This feels like a dream. He is like an Angel coming to purge me of my sins, and I welcome him with open arms.
"Hey there," he greets as he stands before me.
My heart leaps in excitement at the sound of his voice. He is much taller in person, and it seems like he could crush me with his height. His voice, so masculine and deep; it is like music to my ears.
"H-Hey," I stuttered out of control.
He chuckles at that and my cheeks heat up immediately in embarrassment.
"You are American," he states more than asks.
I nod in response, not trusting my words to help me.
He smirks.
"What is a beautiful American woman doing at a party like this?"
His voice resonates in my muscles, and I feel them shuddering in excitement. I want him badly. His ocean-blue eyes gleam, piercing through my soul. His presence is suffocating, but I enjoy it.
"I should ask you the same," I say.
His eyes fall to the glass in my hand, twitching in surprise.
"Juice?" He asks, barely hiding the surprise in his tone.
I look at the glass and nod.
"I don't drink alcohol at parties because of my legs."
He arches an eyebrow at me.
"They weaken?"
I shake my head.
"They spread."
He chuckles, and I can't help but join in the laughter. His charm makes me feel comfortable.
"That's a good one," he admits.
"Thanks. I've been practicing."
He bursts out laughing again. His laughter is deep but smooth. Is there anything imperfect about him?
"It's nice to meet a fellow compatriot at a place like this," he says.
I agree. I never thought I would meet someone like him here. His presence is indescribable, with an aura that pulls me closer. The force of attraction is strong, and I wonder if he feels it too.
We fall silent, and my eyes drift back to my glass. He stares at someone in the crowd.
Then, he turns back to me, his eyes gleaming with delight.
"I'm Aaron by the way," he says, stretching out his hand for a shake.
I smile and take his hand.
"Meghan. Meghan Marcher."
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it softly. I shudder in excitement, my cheeks heating up in fear that he feels it.
"What do you say we ditch the party and go have some fun?"
I smile at that.
"Sure. Where are we going?"
His response is a smug smile.
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