[Warning: The following contains 18+ content.]
The rest of the wedding celebration went by like a blur. Lydia and Weston had shared a dance, but her entire body was burning whenever he touched her. His fingers were stroking her waist, and his gaze was dark.
Soon, the wedding came to an end and they were reaching the home they'd live in together.
Their new home was Weston's penthouse that he had secured just because Lydia was living here. The purchase was expensive, but he had more than enough to buy this house and another one for their future children.
"Would you like to see what I've prepared?" Weston asked, offering her a hand as he got out of the car.
After their wedding vows were exchanged, she had changed into a different dress that graced the floor, but was easier to walk in.
"Can I even say no?" Lydia laughed, taking his hand, and together, they walked through the lobby.
