Sweet Nothings

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Lennon Harding heir to his father's billionaire law firm could have had anyone.</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But he chose me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Well. . . not quite.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>On my nineteenth birthday he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Six years later while his family tried to screw over mine he'd looked at me as if we'd never met.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now at his father's funeral Lennon learns inheriting the Harding legacy won't come without a price.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So when he proposes the idea of me becoming his wife I'm quick to turn him down.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm no stranger to being used and Lennon's proposal is no different but when tragic news hits my family I'm suddenly sprinting to meet him at the altar.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because I desperately need him now almost as much as he needs me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But the more we settle into our roles of husband and wife the harder I find it to ignore the feelings of our past reigniting.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The way his lips feel against mine.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The way his hands easily wander without thought.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>And before long I'm starting to wonder if his whispers of sweet nothings have always meant as much to him as they have to me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But with a heart as dark as his that isn't possible . . . is it?</span></p>