Married To My Celebrity Crush

y in your room. If I don't get my own

reement here?" He lifted his phone and played a video of a drunk

d leverage over me, and a growing suspicion that he had

pped my jaw, forcing me to look directly at him. "I want you next to me, Emily," he said softly, his eyes l

I thought you did that because you were intoxicated," I w

s grip remained steady. "I want you. I want to

from him. He leaned in, closing the distance between us, and captured my lips with his. I gasped involuntarily as our tongues met, the kiss ignitin

ard the stairs. "Think about it," he said, h

s overwhelming. I needed to make sense of what had just occurred and figure out what to do next. The kiss had stirred feelings I w

ith perfectly lined curves and short black hair. Her blue eyes had specks of gray, and I couldn't deny she was beautiful. She walked in

ot much compared to what I've heard," she rol

ink you're better than me?" I asked

'm Smith's fiancée," she said, raising her hand to show me the r

ad the audacity to persuade me to pretend to be her son's wife

about his engagement with you, I wouldn't be caught up in the middle o

interested in you? Smith has been loyal to me, and you'

you're the one who's outdated because no one knows about your engage

eft my lips, I wished

a moment, we stood there in a tense silence, the air thick with hostilit

closer until we were nearly nose to nose. "Smith is mine. This little stunt wo

hing that belongs to you. But you should ask yourself why Smith's m

ckly recovered, her features hardening once more. "You'll regret ever crossing me,"

shaken, but I couldn't let it deter me. There were too many unanswered questions, and

ut another part of me was drawn to him, to the mystery surrounding his actions and the connection we once had. If I was

oom, and I'm sure Miss Perfect would've been t

f it and walked up the stairs,