He's Married Yet Desperate to Stop My Wedding

I wandered down the street, not knowing where to go or where to turn for a moment.

Lost in thought, I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Whoah, hey there, pretty girl! Where are you off to? How about you hang out with me instead?"

A lecherous laugh followed, and I swear it made my skin crawl!

I tried to fight, but that drunk man was a lot stronger. I couldn't shake him off!

That was when panic began to take over me.

Instinctively, I took out my phone and dialed Colton's number. But the next second... he hung up on me.

I tried to call again, but the drunk snatched my phone, and, with a nasty smirk, he slammed it onto the ground, shattering it!

Desperate, I went to kick him. But that asshole grabbed me first and trapped me!

The street was almost empty, and hopelessness started to settle in me.

I hate you, Colton!

I pushed helplessly against the drunk, but it was useless!

But then, suddenly, he let out a scream, and the filthy hand around my neck was gone.

I looked over to see him writhing on the ground in pain.

My heart was still racing as I gasped for breath, my legs giving out until I sank into a warm embrace.

"Are you alright, miss?"

The man's voice was soft and kind, and for some reason, it calmed me down right away.

I looked up, and my eyes met my savior's.

"Leander?!"

"Hillary?!"

Seeing a familiar face, the tension and fear inside me suddenly eased.

I forced myself to stand, managing a shaky smile that probably looked more like I was about to cry.

But my legs wouldn't stop trembling, and I almost fell over several times.

"Leander... thank you… for... just now."

"Nah, don't mention it."

Leander's brows furrowed slightly as he held onto me to keep me steady.

"Where are you going? I can take you there."

The dim streetlight cast a soft glow on him, making him look even gentler.

I stared at him, dazed. Without thinking, I blurted, "I have nowhere to go. Can I stay with you?"

"What about Colton?"

Leander glanced around the empty street, frowning slightly.

"He's getting married. He doesn't want me anymore."

I looked down, staring at my feet.

I could feel my bitterness rising from my chest to my throat.

When I spoke again, my voice was hoarse. "I don't want to go back to their place."

He seemed to smile a little, but maybe it was just my imagination.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally replied, "Then come to my place for now."

As soon as I walked into his living room, I spotted an old photo.

It was a picture of us from back in college.

I froze on the spot.

When I turned my head, I noticed a rare look of shyness on Leander's face.

And then, an impulsive thought suddenly crossed my mind.

Why not... just let myself go for once?

Slowly, I walked up to him, reached out, wrapped his tie around my hand a few times, and pulled him closer.

Looking up, I gazed at his face for a couple of seconds, then I stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

When he didn't respond, frustration flared in me.

I clumsily pressed harder, determined.

Leander finally broke, took control, and kissed me back—deeper and deeper.

So deep, I could barely breathe.

He left me gasping, my cheeks flushed, and my legs too weak to hold me up.

I let him hold me tightly.

And even then, my hands refused to behave.

They slid up and down his chest.

Leander caught my wandering hand, staring into my hazy eyes, and asked, "Hillary, who am I?"

"Leander."

I looked up with a sly smile and glanced at him, continuing what my hands were doing.

"Hillary... there's still time... to back out…" Leander spoke each word with restraint, struggling to hold back.

I looped my arm around his neck and laughed softly, taunting, "Leander, are you scared?"

This time, he didn't answer me with words—his actions said everything.