64 Nikki

The kiss is everything I’ve wanted, everything I have desire, and everything that is absolutely wrong. And when the kiss ends, and Bronson proclaims his undeniable love for me, I freeze.

“I made a mistake Nikki. It’s you I love, you’re the one I want to be with. I made a mistake with Cassandra. I’m in love with you.”

Cassandra. his fiancé. The woman he one day plans to marry.

What the hell are we doing?

Stepping back, I stare into Bronson’s eyes, watching as his face forms from lust and care, to confusion and dejection.

“Bronson, this isn’t right. You’re getting married. You can’t say that you’ve made a mistake.”

“I don’t love her Nikki.” He states bringing my hands back towards him. “And she doesn’t love me. We have an agreement. Our marriage is for our image. She’s always cheated on me; it’s never bothered me because I know where we stand.”

“But you were against us before. What changed?”