Hate not to meet before marriage

I was the human shield, personally chosen by *him*, the unhinged prince of the underworld, to protect his precious childhood sweetheart.

Five years into our marriage, I was captured for the nineteenth time by one of his former business associates.

Caleb Thorne led his men to rescue me. He’d barely been negotiating with the associate for two minutes when his childhood sweetheart, Seraphina Hayes, called.

“Caleb, my friends and I made a bet. I’ll give my first kiss to the first man who comes for me. I hope that man is you.”

“Are you coming or not?”