Bound To Be Mine by Weston Parker

I don’t believe in reckless decisions.

Which makes waking up in Las Vegas the morning after a wedding to a woman I just met somewhat… inconvenient.

She’s sunnier than the sun itself and we both have a reputation to consider.

An annulment would make us both look bad.

Instead, we agree to something else.

Something temporary and contained until this “marriage” blows over.

A solution that makes sense on paper and nowhere else.

At least, that’s what I tell myself.

But she has a way of complicating things without trying.

She looks at me like I’m not as in control as I pretend to be.

She fits into spaces I never intend to leave for anyone.

She makes me question every belief I’ve ever had about claiming a woman as my wife.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t already consider her mine.

I tell myself this marriage ends when the deal is done.

I can walk away from her as easily and impulsively as I married her.

Or not.

I’ve been wrong before. Just not like this.

Because the longer she stays, the less I want her to leave.

She’s starting to feel like someone I was never meant to walk away from.

Like she was always bound to be mine.