Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores seemed to understand what Coral was thinking. She didn’t explain and just smiled at her instead. The arrangement was between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private life or request he stayed home with her. She even felt more comfortable in his absence.

Dolores entered the room and stared at the bedroom furnishings. The style was unique with a black and white color scheme. The monochromatic room was simple, tidy, and luxurious with a touch of elegance.

“This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled.

Since they were technically married, Dolores knew they should stay together. Dolores opened her mouth and realized she couldn’t say a word about the arrangement. So, instead, she nodded in response.

*****

Dolores found it hard to fall asleep her first night in her temporary home. She leaned against her pillow and browsed the employment websites from her phone, ready to find a job. She could only live a steady life, take good care of her mother, and give the child she was carrying a future if she had a job.

She was shocked to find someone hiring translators. Being a translator was a common enough job, but what was surprising was the fact that the employer was looking for someone who knew the language of Country A. Country A was where Randolph had sent Dolores and her family. It was a poorly developed tropical country and there weren’t many people learning the language of the natives. After all, the language that was most commonly used in the world was all language from more developed and capable countries.

The salary and benefits were good. She filled out the application, attached her resume, and put down her phone before laying down and falling asleep.

Dolores had drifted off to sleep after tossing and turning for a bit and didn’t notice the flash of white light shot into the yard when a Maybach drove in and pulled into the garage. The car door opened and a towering figure got out. He strode into the house and he almost seemed

the bathroom. His Adam’s apple slid up and

he finally relieved a majority of the burning sensation in his throat. He’d drunk quite a bit of white wine at the dinner party and few glasses of red wine when celebrating separately with Helen for her

removed his jacket and tossed it onto a chair as he left the bathroom. He’d left the lights in his room off as he was familiar with the layout

sleep, but she quickly settled down and drifted back into a deep sleep

*****

shimmered and filled

to the hangover, his head felt fuzzy, and he wanted to take a shower to wake himself up. He tried to raise his arm and get up and realized his arm

moved down her face slowly and fell onto her thin neck and delicate collar bone. Her breathing increased a bit and he found it was actually kind of attractive. He couldn’t help but swallow. He hadn’t had

She woke from the dream with a start. However, the moment she opened her eyes she was met with a pair of deep eyes pretending to be calm. Her mind instantly went blank. She immediately widened her

“Wh-why are you here?”

slowly lifted the blanket

wanted to respond, but once realizing where she was, she swallowed her words. “Weren’t you celebrating your girlfriend’s birthday? Why’d you come back?” she asked as

that Matthew wouldn’t be coming back so Dolores had let down her guard and slept soundly all night. So, it was no surprise that she hadn’t realized he entered the room. She’d slept in the same room with a man. She realized she’d slept in his arms