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KIMBERLY

night before the wedding and—as always—Vivian had a full-proof method of keeping me from going out and getting drunk: a girl's night in.

As much as I love dressing up and going out, I was not above pampering myself to perfection for hours on end. It takes effort to look this good and I gave it maximum effort.

It was a quarter-past ten, and Vivian—as my unofficial maid-of-honor—invited Gigi, Ana, Camelia, Savannah, and Addison to my impromptu bachelorette party. Ash wanted to come, but Vivi shunned him at the door after he dropped Lia off.

All of us were already in our pajamas, ready for a night of relaxation.

Ana was currently in the kitchen, whipping up some snacks. Camelia was sitting by the TV, queuing up a list of movies for us to watch. Savannah and Vivian were getting all of our self-care things ready. Last and very much least, Addison was sitting on the couch, looking at her phone.

It's no secret that Addison and I didn't get along, so it was completely beyond me why Vivi would invite her to my bachelorette party. The second she walked in, Vivian shot me a be nice look at the scowl that was forming on her face.

Once upon a time, I loved Addison like a sister, but something changed between us after that traumatizing incident when we were kids. A silent rivalry took over our relationship and it hasn't been the same since.

Gigi and I were sitting on the floor as she was telling me about a new job opportunity once she graduates from law school. Like Ashton, Gigi also attended NYU Law and was set to graduate in two more semesters.

"So, what's the big news?" I asked the girl, who was practically vibrating on the floor.

"You won't believe it," she gushed. "You know how Mom's from Valdonia?" I nodded. "Well, the Royal Advisor to the Crown Prince asked if I would be willing to intern for the Royal Council after I graduate."

"Holy shit, Gigi. That's amazing!"

Valdonia, officially known as the Kingdom of Valdonia, was a small, European nation, bordering the Mediterranean Sea. Valdonia was a cultural hub and known for its diversity and rich history.

Efthymia's side of the family were Valdonian business people, which is why Alex's parents were hell-bent on getting the two of them married.

Now, the Kingston family had a heavy influence on the Valdonian economy.

"Apparently, they've seen my humanitarian work and want me to work closely with Prince Augustus Thessali to help clear up his image," she went on.

"See," I chided. "I wish Dad knew marriage wasn't the only way to clean up someone's rep. But, you know how hot he is, right?"

"Kim—"

"I know. I know. I'm getting married, but that guy is woof," I reasoned, defending myself. "Isn't Jace's friend in Valdonia right now?"

At the mention of my fiancé's name, both Savannah and Addison's heads shot up. I had an inkling from last Christmas that Addison had a crush on Jace, but her constant longing gazes towards him proved my assumption.

Maybe that's why she's been extra crabby lately.

It's not my fault. I didn't ask for this, so there was no reason for her to be mad at me for this.

"Emre?" Savannah asked. Addison's curiosity peaked up, probably recognizing the name.

I nodded. "Yeah, Jace was talking about him the other day."

"Oh, you're gonna love him," Savannah laughed. "If you think the two of us annoy the shit out of Jace, wait till Emre comes back."

"Jace was telling me about how much Emre and I are both pains-in-his-ass," I recounted. "I can't wait to meet the guy who's giving me a run for my money. I can't believe they're such good friends considering how often Jace and I argue."

"Who knows?" Savannah shrugged. "Maybe Jace has a torture kink."

"Ew," Gigi called out. "I know I don't know him that well, but he's still my brother. The last thing I want to hear about are his sexual preferences." She fake-gagged.

"Ditto," Ana yelled out from the kitchen.

"I wouldn't mind knowing," Camelia innocently joked, laughing at our shocked expressions. "What? Have you seen the guy? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm so glad Ash isn't here to hear this," Camelia muttered the last part from her spot.

All of us, even Addison, laughed at this statement knowing how jealous my lovely cousin would get. He loved Lia enough to pay up the five-hundred dollar fine of missing an important family dinner to be with her in North Carolina for Thanksgiving.

Ash was possessive with Camelia in a way he never was with Gigi, not that the latter cared anymore.

But, if Ash heard his girl right now, he'd march down to wherever Jace is and demand for a fight. Even though Ashton's my cousin, my money is on my fiancé because Jace was pure muscle.

"I hear you girl," Savannah agreed. "I'm gay as fuck, but if there was one person I could potentially be straight for, it's Jace. He already knows this, but when we first met, I questioned my sexuality for the briefest second. Have you seen those thighs?"

"Tell me about it," I groaned. "I never ever thought I would be attracted to a man's thighs, but here I am."

Addison looked seconds away from throwing up because of our conversation, so I changed it. As much as I liked seeing her uncomfortable, I didn't want her throwing up over my white rug. It's a miracle the rug made it this far with me as the owner.

"Speaking of the devil, what's he doing right now?" I asked Savannah. "If you're here and his other friend is in Valdonia, what's he doing for his bachelor party?"

She shrugged, taking one of the heavenly poke nachos Ana made. "I dunno. Last time I checked, he was still working and I came here straight from work."

"Working?" I practically shrieked. "It's almost eleven o'clock. Did he forget about the wedding?"

"No," she replied. "Well, I hope not."

"Uh uh," I shook my head, standing up. "That's not gonna cut it. I'm gonna go to the office."

Vivian gave me one of her infamous pointed looks. "Kim, are you sure you should be going out in that state?"

"What? I'm not drunk. Speaking of"—I took one of the shot glasses on the table—"I need a confidence shot."

I downed the glass in one go, disappointed by its contents. "Water? Are you kidding me?"

Vivian shugged innocently. "I'm not letting you have a hangover on your wedding day."

"You're so lucky I love you."

♕♕♕

A normal person wouldn't be working late the day before their wedding, but here I was.

I glanced at the clock, not shocked to see that it was a quarter-past eleven. My office was quiet—due to the lack of Van's presence—and I was enjoying having some peace to reflect on how shit's going to change starting from tomorrow.

Well, even before tomorrow, considering I was here working to solidify the alliance between Astor and Co. and Kingston Industries.

Even after the adjustment period, it still feels surreal to call Kingston Industries mine. Never in a million years did the young Jace think this would be his future, but here we are.

When Alex first entered my life, I didn't think that this would be a possible outcome of meeting my father for the first time. Hell, I don't think I was thinking past just getting Mom medical treatment.

My thoughts were cut short by a sharp knock against my door.

Who the fuck is here this late?

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal the last person I expected to show up. The pain-in-my-ass I couldn't get my mind off of for the last few weeks. Somehow—in this short period of time—Kimberly managed to completely infiltrate my thoughts to make them all about her.

Every single moment we spent together in Brazil would constantly replay whenever I tried going to sleep. She was so different there. Well, up until the point she left, but having her there was surprisingly enjoyable.

"Savannah was right," she announced. "You're insane, you know that?"

I raised my eyebrow, indicating for her to continue. "In case you forgot, there's a wedding tomorrow and the two of us need to be well-rested and at the altar."

"I know," I responded, leaning back in my chair.

Her eyes narrowed, throwing daggers in my direction. "You're indicating otherwise."

"Work, Kimberly," her sexy scowl deepened at my condescending tone, "does not wait for anyone."

Sexy?

Her showing up wearing that was a fucking horrible idea. The sight of her in that light pink silk nightdress, lined with black lace was sending explicit images straight to my cock.

It didn't help that the material was so thin, making her nipples practically jut out like mountaintops on the smooth expanse of her skin. The dress felt mid-thigh and I couldn't help but notice how it contrasted against her tan skin.

The fucking vixen.

She was torturing me, and she knew it. My only solace was the way her nipples became more prominent under my gaze and the way her thighs clenched together.

The things I would do to push them apart and see what was hiding at her center.

Thinking about her pussy was a bad idea, especially since she was standing in front of me.

"I have a proposition," she blurted.

"That's what got us into this in the first place," I snapped, closing my eyes to not see her anymore.

The worst part of this was how she was right there and I couldn't have my way with her.

She was all tease, no action.

She had no fucking problem giving me a foot job in my own damn car or getting down on her knees in front of me, her mouth positioned right at my cock as she looked up through her thick lashes with those dangerous brown eyes.

I was this close to taking my cock out and shoving it down her throat while I continued talking to Emre.

She rolled those fiery eyes and crossed her arms, emphasizing her tits further. All this work was making me delusional. "It's obvious that we have this thing between us, and I'll be damned if I don't sleep with someone for the next two years."

"What, pray tell, is this thing?" I knew what it was. My erection was proof of that, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to admit it to herself.

After the shit she pulled, she was lucky I didn't bend her over my knee and spanked her.

Kimberly stalked closer, settling her ass on the desk. That was another problem of hers: putting all her fucking body parts where they don't belong.

"Don't play stupid"—my glare deepened—"I can tell how much I turn you on."

It was my turn to cross my arms, standing up. Her eyes followed the movement with deep arousal clouding her eyes. "And?"

"Fine," she begrudgingly admitted, rolling her eyes. I'll have to do something about that. "I will admit. I have this really deep urge to fuck you. Like, an annoying itch."

Only she could tell someone she wanted to fuck them and insult them in the same sentence.

"So, what's the proposition?"

"It's simple. We can't break the non-exclusive rule..." like hell I'd let her do that "...and we're stuck in this for another two years. So, I propose an amendment and think it would be mutually beneficial for us to have no-strings-attached sex until this is over."

"So, exclusive fuck buddies?"

She glared in my direction. "It's an official contract. I'm not adding the words 'fuck buddies' to it, but essentially yes."

"Are there any limits to this amendment?"

"Easy," she replied a little too cheerily. "No kissing, lips of course. No cuddling or sleeping together anymore. And no feelings. That should be easy because you're not my type."

It was so easy to read her lies. As I've said a million times before, Kimberly Astor is not known for her subtlety.

"Is that so?" I inched closer to her, acutely aware of how her breath hitched. "Tell me, Venus, are you always easily turned on by people who aren't your type?"

"Because..." I trailed off, my hand going to her thigh "...I'm willing to bet all my fucking money on the fact that I'm going to find you wet for me."

Her slender hand went to my upper bicep, gripping me support as my hand was now centimeters away from her center. "That's a bold bet."

"And, I'm willing to fucking make it. Did you drink before coming here?" I asked in all seriousness.

"I'm not always drunk." I raised my eyebrows, to which she rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't."

"Good." My fingers grazed the lace fabric and I mentally cursed. Something vital was missing from her attire. I groaned, "What color are these, Kimberly?"

"I think you already know," she breathed into my ear, completely at my mercy.

Oh, fuck.

My thumb hooked around the edge of her underwear, pulling it down slowly.

It took every bit of concentration for me to not rip it off of her, knowing she would kill me for destroying her overpriced shit. My suspicions were confirmed when her red underwear made an appearance against her smooth, tan skin.

Originally, I was tempted to gag her with them, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to hear how badly my touch affected her to celebrate this proposition. So, I took her hand off my bicep and grabbed the other from the table, double-knotting her wrists with the underwear behind her back.

The only sounds filling the air were the small hitches in her breath as I continuously shocked her with my actions. The breaths turned into a soft moan when I brought my fingers back to her center, stroking them along her wet clit.

"Wow," I said with another swipe. "So fucking wet. You better pay up."

My thumb circled her clit as my middle finger traced her lips, slowly slipping into her pussy.

"Jace," she whispered, almost toppling over as I slipped another finger in. I grabbed her jaw with my free hand, holding her up.

Seeing her like this was enough to almost make me finish in my pants. She wasn't even touching me, for fuck's sake, and I was about to come like a teenage boy watching porn for the first time.

More moans replaced the soft breaths as I started pumping the fingers in and out of her, still circling and flicking her clit. She was so damn tight around my fingers and I suddenly was desperate to know how she would feel around my cock.

"Fuck," Kimberly practically screamed when I curled my fingers inside her and I knew I hit her sweet spot. I was very, very grateful I had the wise decision of sending everyone on this floor out early.

"You like that, wife." I pulled her closer, watching her face scrunch as I continued to thrust faster into her, my fingers hitting the spot each time.

"Jace, I'm gonna come." I knew she was. I could feel her seconds away from climaxing.

But, I wasn't going to let her.

I pulled my fingers—still wet with her juices—out, her eyes opened with the burning fire I've grown used to. "No, you're not. Consider this your punishment."

She opened her mouth to protest, but I quickly stopped her by putting my fingers into her mouth.

"Suck."

Begrudgingly, she followed my orders and closed those pretty lips around my fingers. Good girl. I didn't want to taste her.

Not yet.

"When I make you come, and believe me I will, it's not gonna be here, late at night, because you decided you wanted to fuck." I took my fingers out of her mouth, dropping my hand to my side. "It's going to be on my terms. When I want you... how I want you. Got it?"

She nodded.

"Good girl." She scowled half-heartedly. "Now, I believe someone needs some beauty sleep for a wedding tomorrow. Goodnight, Kimberly."

I briskly walked to the attached bathroom, locking the door behind me. I needed to wash the temptation off my fingers. Until I removed every trace of her off my body, I would have the violent urge to march back into the office and fuck her in every way I knew how.

Once I heard the office door open and shut, I exited the bathroom, seeing a trace of red on my desk.

The vixen...

There's one more thing I'm willing to bet all my money on: the new amendment will destroy me, robbing me of all my sanity.

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hehehehehehe. they're so hot. my mom came in while i was writing this, so both hands on the phone, guys.

i hope y'all liked it.

love, zia.