FORBIDDEN desire

The clinking of champagne glasses and distant hum of wedding preparations filled the sprawling mansion in Dallas, Texas. Sheila stood on the marble balcony, her figure bathed in golden sunlight, dressed in a silk robe that clung to her curves.

In a few hours, she would become Mrs. Bruno Williamson, the wife of one of Texas wealthiest bachelors. And yet, her heart felt like a prisoner in its own chest.

Behind her, the double doors opened and closed quietly. She didn't need to turn to know who it was. She could feel him-his energy, his presence, Brian.

She turned, slowly, her eyes meeting his. He leaned casually against the doorframe in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking from underneath. His eyes were as intense as ever, like they could peel away her silk robe without a single touch.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, voice low.

Sheila inhaled shakily. "It's too late, Brian. Everything's been paid for. Everything's set."

"So were we," he shot back, stepping closer.

Memories flashed behind her eyes, nights of tangled sheets and whispered dreams, his hands digging into her hips like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. But reality wasn't built on passion. It was built on wealth and power. And Bruno had both.

Brian's jaw clenched. "And what about what you need in bed?"

"Silence", She looked away, but he didn't let her. His fingers caught her chin, forcing her gaze back.

"You think he can fuck you like I can?" he growled.

Her breath hitched.

"Enjoy your wedding," he said coldly, stepping back. "But don't forget who really knows how to dig."

He turned and left, leaving her chest heaving sighs and her conscience screaming.

Outside, guests were arriving. Cameras flashed. But Sheila's world remained frozen.

Because even as she prepared to walk down the aisle to Bruno, her body was still aching for Brian.

And this was only the beginning of what is to come.