Chance
She was standing in front of me, looking gorgeous as ever. Rachael Tarion was a desirable woman indeed. My gaze fell on her tummy and she took a step back, rubbing it. We held each other's gaze for a long time before Paris spoke.
" Chance," she wrapped her arms around my waist, and I saw pain in Rachel's eyes. I inhaled and moved away from her for some weird reason.
' Stop,' I mind-linked her. My parents and hers arranged for us to marry, and we've been together for a long time, but when I met Rachel, everything changed.
' Chance-;
' I know. As I said, I won't break your heart,' I assured her. Despite her beauty and power, Paris had a lot of insecurities and what she feared most was that he would back out of the wedding.
" Rachel, I didn't know you were coming," I sighed,
