MARRYING MY STEP-SISTER'S GROOM

teel. His fingers drummed lightly against the polished mahogany of his desk, his mind replaying the events of the

ecause she had been a virgin. That one fact kept gnawing at him, something that had lodged deep in his mind and refused to leave. A virgin. He had

just as much as it had him, and leaving her untouched would have been cruel. At least, that's what he had told himself. He had convinced himself that his a

sinessman in the city. It made sense, Ethan thought. Natasha had been the reason he was at that cursed party in the first place. He had been invited to her 21st

een a virgin. That fact gnawed at him. He had seen the glazed look in her eyes, the slight tremble in her body that could only be attributed to the aphrodisiac she had unknowin

vulnerable, yet strong in her own way. He remembered the way she had looked at him, a mix of fear, confusion, and need

the Blackwood family's inheritance. The pressure had been mounting, and this situation presented a convenient solution. Marrying Natasha Sterling would n

m his responsibilities. If Natasha had given herself to him, albeit under t

office door. His assistant entered, placing a sealed en

ey were just as eager for the connection. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepling beneath his chin as he considered his next move. Marrying Natasha would be a win-win situation for every

as the only child, so it had to be her. The woman he had spent the night with, the one who had s

ialed his assistant. "Send the proposal to the S

lackwood," came th

of that night would be behind him, and he could move on, satisfied that he had done the right thing. As

d sense of calm settle over him. Everything was falling into place. He had made