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Reality television has never been so hauntingly sexy…

Remi Adama finds himself as a bachelor on the latest newlywed game. The catch? He’s only spoken to the bride-to-be on the phone, not even exchanging first names, and he’ll be meeting her for the first time face-to-face at the altar to tie the knot. On his way to the filming location, his GPS stops working when a thunderstorm blows in. Crossing a bridge, Remi nearly crashes into a woman in a wedding dress, and the night becomes an adventure far sexier than he had in mind.

Jenifer Rosalind spends every night haunting a certain intracoastal bridge in her wedding dress, earning her the name Woman in White. Sadly, Jenifer has been dead for centuries and never made it to the altar. When Remi grabs her up before the river sweeps her soul away, her curse is broken for at least one night. Seeing a chance to live a little, she aims to give away the flower her own husband-to-be never had the chance to take.

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Romance érotique

BD Erotique

Fantastique

Romance fantastique

Science Fiction

Horror

Erotica

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	01 mars 2021
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781644501191
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Wanton Woman in White
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Dedication
To Nita
These are the kind of relationship goals everyone needs in t heir life!
XOXO
Hone y Cummings

1
Th e Bachelor
R emi Adama stared at his phone. His nerves tightened, mind spiraling in a mixture of emotions. On one hand, he could laugh at the ridiculous idea he had jumped into; on the other hand, he imagined it couldn’t be any worse . After running from a bad relationship— no, straight up abusive relationship that has evolved into a level five stalker situation—what do I hav e to lose?
His phone buzzed, and he waited to see who was calling before answering. The screen lit up: Show Bailey. With a relieved sigh, he answered r ight away.
“Hey there, Bailey,” he sounded cheerful, even excited. Just get o n with it.
“Remi! Thank you for sending the contracts for the show back so fast,” the Talent Coordinator said, her voice coolly professional. “In a moment, I will do a three-way call, and you and the mystery bride-to-be will have a moment to get acquainted. Mind you—there are rules involved.”
“R-right,” he stuttered, his nerves rising high once more. “So, in short, you guys are really marrying me to a stranger like some arranged marriage?”
“That’s the gist of it,” she chuckled. “We were having a hard time finding enough male contestants. A lot of them backed out after the phone calls, so... now we monitor them. Anyhow, who scouted you again? His information isn’t on here.”
“Oh, uh…” Remi scrambled through the scattered papers on his computer desk, knocking over a tower of empty pre-m ade boxes.
“A-are you okay?” Bailey had been startled by the sounds coming over the receiver.
“Y-yeah. It’s just boxes for my online business.” He found the piece of paper and squinted at his scribbled writing. Even with his glasses on, it seemed cryptic. “Man, my chicken scratch sucks ass... uh, Timmy? Tommy? No—Timmy. That’s definitely an ‘ i’ there.”
“Huh. Timmy...” He could hear her rifling through paperwork and typing away on her keyboard. “Weird. We didn’t have a Timmy listed... but I’ll make a note.” She finished a whirlwind of typing, paused, then continued. “Okay, now for the rules. You can’t say names or locations of where you currently live. Talking about a hometown is okay... but no perverted or sexual commentary, or we’ll terminate your contract. We do not payout on the contract until you tie the knot. If you need assistance to make the trip to the filming location in St. Augustine, Florida next week, please let me know.”
“Right, right.” Remi rubbed his forehead, eyebrows raised. “I need to be there some time on Friday, right? I’ll be driving, so I just need the address. Text it to me if you can, Ms . Bailey.”
“Absolutely, Remi.” There was some tapping, and his phone buzzed. “Did it come through?” she asked.
“Perf ect. Yes.”
“Now, the three- way call.”
Remi waited as he was placed on hold. His leg jittered, and he glared at the boxes scattered across his tiny bedroom. With a grunt, he started to stack them, not noticing he had placed the smaller boxes on the bottom until he put the last box on top. Scoffing, he laughed at himself, leaning down to put his elbows on his knees.
“Remi?” Bailey’s voice made him jolt, and he sat up, banging his head on his desk.
“Shit!”
“A-are you okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Clearing his throat, he reassured her. “I was picking something off the floor. Sorry ab out that.”
“Hi there,” a softer, new voice cut across the receiver. “I guess we’re getting married n ext week?”
“Uh, yeah. That seems to be the case.” Remi leaned back in his chair, brow furrowing. “So... what do you do for a living?”
“Is he allowed to ask me that?” She sounded offended.
“He is.” Bailey sighed, the sound blowing across the phone.
“Look, I run my own business out of my home,” offered Remi, motioning to the towers of boxes filling the tiny apartmen t bedroom.
“Oh?” the sweet voice seemed intrigued. “And is it su ccessful?”
Remi’s muscles tensed as he pushed forward in the conversation. “Well, I guess that depends on your definition of success?”
“Money,” she blurted in frustration. “Does it make a lot of money? It must not if you’re still running it out of y our room.”
Remi blinked, shaking the shock off and defended himself. “It pays my bills. I’m not one of those guys who has a billion starter ideas and abandons them before getting them off th e ground.”
“Well, please understand, I want a man who can support me and the lifestyle I want to live.”
Tilting his head, Remi tried again, “And what do you do for a living?”
“I’m unemployed. I intend to be a wife and nothing more or less.” She sounded entitled. “As your beloved wife, I promise to always be at my best. Salon hair and nails dressed in the finest clothes and shoes. I am your trophy a fter all.”
Eyes wide, Remi stuttered, “Wa it, what?”
Shit. What kind of person am I about to be s tuck with?
“We’ll end the phone call here.” Cutting in, Bailey dumped the bride-to-be off the phone. “You will get to meet her in person when you get to St. Augustine.” She gave a nerv ous laugh.
“I see why the other s bailed.”
“Please! Look, I’ll double the money.” She dropped the bribe like a ton of bricks. “Remi, no one else is getting that offer from the show. You cannot disclose this deal with anyone. Marry her, and we’ll pay yo u double.”
Remi rubbed his forehead, “That’s a lot of cash. I can buy a house and a car... and pay for an assistant.” He looked around the room. “If she doesn’t spend it first. I thought the money went to a joint venture?”
“We’ll put half in a private account for only you,” Bailey promised.
Silence fell. Remi covered his mouth, absorbing the offer. They are desperate to marry this girl off , but why?
“I’ve gotta ask,” he inhaled deeply, “why not dissolve her contract if she’s been so difficult rather than offer m e double?”
Bailey groaned. “Okay, you can’t say anything. Turns out she’s the main investor’s step-daughter, and he’s shipping her out. She’s been a mooch, and he’s tired of her and figured the drama she would stir would make for great TV for the show.”
“There it is.” Rem i smirked.
I can take advantage of this. The contract says we have to stay hitched for 180-days. I can milk it until then and annul the marriage. Yeah... yeah. I think I can do this. Why not? Treat myself since I can’t seem to find a decent fuck ing woman.
“Triple it,” he countered. “Double in the private account, so she stays o ut of it.”
There was a long silence. “Let me put you on hold.”
Remi shuffled the papers around on his desk. The coffee-stained copy of the contract revealed itself and he glanced through the pages for the price. At last he found it: $300,000.00 USD. Triple that, and he would almost have a million dollars. Granted, the crazy bride-to-be would be getting a third of that, but still…
Over half a million dollars. Now that should get me off the ground for good. Warehouse or no, just a bigger place sho uld do it.
Bailey cleared her throat. “M r. Adama?”
“Yeah?”
“We have a deal. Check your inbox for the revised contract, and this time, we’re going to veri-sign digitally. There will be no getting out of this unless–” She choked, almost letting the name slip. “Unless the bride decides o therwise.”
“Fine with me.” Remi smiled e ar to ear.
“The lawyer is revising it… so give it an hour or two to make it back your way.” Bailey typed away on her keyboard. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Adama. Look forward to seeing you in St. Augustine n ext week.”
“Same–” Remi glared at the phone. “Huh, she hung up on me.”
With a huff, he turned his attention back to his computer. Wiggling the mouse revealed a paused YouTube video, and he minimized that. Behind lay his prize: a porn site displayed tiles of all kinds of combinations and scenes. Clicking on one, he jumped the video ahead to where the girl dropped the last stitch of lingerie. Settling into his computer desk, it squeaked, and he took a pump of lotion. Slapping a hand towel like a ball net across his thighs, he leaned back, waiting for what would come next.
Another night, and another porn to keep me satisfied. No baggage, no bitching… the perfect jerk-bait girlfriend a man coul d ask for.
He watched, growing hard as the woman took a thick cock between her lips, gagging and drooling. Her enthusiasm to suck and choke on the baseball bat-sized dick only made him think of how easily she could take in his own cock. Closing his eyes, he focused on the moaning, slurping, and pop of lips. The heat and stiffness built as his thoughts dug deeper. He imagined her tongue wiggling under his shaft. Tightening his grip, he stroked faster, firmer. The gagging soun