Book 3: Real or Fake?

Anacá's POV

It was a bad idea to allow him to pack with me. The moment I dumped the dresses he bought for me into the trolley bag, I noticed where his attention was. It was on the matching lingerie that came with the outfits. What was there to look? Wasn’t he the one to buy them for me? But how did he know my size? God! It was so creepy!

I was acutely aware of his presence near me. It felt strange to have him in my personal space, in my bedroom. Every time our hands brushed, I jumped. What would I do after the wedding? Would he want me to please him in bed? I panicked, not having thought of it before. 

Was this a real wedding? Would he claim me as his wife? I had no idea what I was getting into. 

“There done. Anything else you may need?” He looked around my closet, and I blushed at the mess. What might he think of me? 

“No. This is all I need for the wedding.” I was bursting with curiosity about his plans. It was necessar