Carson's POV
Sunlight filtered through the bedroom windows as consciousness slowly returned to me, bringing with it a satisfaction I hadn't felt in months.
The silk sheets clung to my waist while cool air kissed my bare chest. Rolling over, I discovered Larissa still lost in sleep beside me, her nude form partially draped by the ivory sheet.
The reality struck me like lightning. Married. I was actually fucking married now. The platinum band around my finger felt strange and heavy, but it represented something crucial: my secured future.
Once Grandfather witnessed that our union wasn't some elaborate charade, Gary Enterprises would finally be mine. I just needed to maintain this facade for twelve months.
Propping myself on my elbow, I seized the chance to study my new bride properly. The sheet had drifted down, revealing one flawless breast, the peak still bearing traces of my demanding touch from the previous night.
