Once inside, she discovered a deception. The garments Jarrod had given her were merely a sheer, almost transparent negligee. It was outrageously revealing, barely covering anything. She had never worn anything so revealing, and she wasn't about to start. This guy!

"Jarrod!" she called out, her voice thick with anger. “What is this The bathroom door swung open.

Jarrod leaned against the frame, a lazy smirk on his face. "You called?"

"Who said you could come in?" Nicole's voice was sharp as she tightened her hold on the towel.

Jarrod's eyebrow arched. "Didn't you just call for me?"

Nicole was exasperated. "I didn't mean for you to come in!"

Feeling vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze, Nicole regretted her decision to marry him. It had been a rushed decision, driven by desperation. Now, contemplating the consequences, she felt trapped.

For the sake of her child and Kamilah, she felt she had no other option.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Jarrod had closed the distance between them.

Nicole realized too late that resisting him might not be an option.

Panic surged within her. “Hey, get out!"

Jarrod grasped her wrist, pressing her against the frosted glass of the bathroom, his presence enveloping her. "Nicole, this is our wedding night. Where do you expect me to go?" His voice was deep, tinged with warmth and seduction.

"Jarrod, stop this..." Nicole's voice shook, her anxiety palpable.

Yet, Jarrod remained calm and confident, his robe falling open to reveal his defined physique.

His lips grazed her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Don't call me Jarrod. Call me honey. I want to hear it.”

Flushing with embarrassment, Nicole retorted, “In your dreams!"

“Indeed." Jarrod chuckled softly, his laughter resonating lazily.

“Being married to you does feel like a dream."

Nicole, desperate and struggling against his strength, found him unyielding.

Suddenly, Jarrod's approach changed. His kiss was fierce, leaving no room for refusal.