FORBIDDEN BRIDAL PARTY

Chapter 2:

The words land like ice in my stomach. What the hell does that mean?

The resort is stunning — overwater villas, white sand, infinity pools that melt into the ocean. But the moment I step into the open-air lobby, my blood runs cold.

Sarah spots me first. She screams my name and runs over, pulling me into a tight hug. “You made it! God, you look… flushed. Jet lag?”

I force a smile, hyper-aware of Damien’s cum sliding down my thigh. “Just tired. Long flight.”

Then I see them.

Damien is already at the bar with the groomsmen, drink in hand, laughing like he didn’t...