My Substitute Bride Wasn't Supposed to Bite

ore just at the bar? That trip should take

The pink wig came off first, then the heavy makeup was scrubbed away with cleansing wipes. She peeled off the sequined top and ripped denim shorts, changing into

nt girl would shatter. And if he saw through the act. would he send her back to the Sullivans like damaged goods? The

th your while," she urged, thrusting

this race again

r open and sprinted toward the mansion. The fresh clothes and clean fac

ter being at a bar full of available women, did

front door and trying to steady her breath at

yet,

e she was holding rushed out. Not waiting for

ed toward her from the secon

" She sidestepped the dog

barks at the rejection but trotted a

ng her skin and washing her hair twice with scented shampoo until not a trace of the bar remained. She had to be

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ragged him to a bar. The moment he entered, however, a woman

p who made advances; he preferred those w

fectly. Though they had clearly switched brides on him-he was original

you upstairs," Mr. Chambers

women's clothing-a shirt, jeans, underwear-trailing from the bedroom door all the way to the st

ate fabric, offered a tentative bark, and th

the bedroom door. They were lace, unmistaka

folded on the bed before her shower, but now they were gone. Wrapped only in a to

t. she had worn it

strikingly handsome as Theodore? The effect was entirely different. A rec

g but a towel, her skin still glistening with moisture. Beads of water traced a path dow

m, head slightly bowed, the

s his w

d daughter. But after sleeping with her, he found ou

rew a quiet dinner at the Grant estate. But he'd already

ns, sure. But not enough to u

she really was, at least

y what he nee