Accidentally Married

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Emma Roberts

Accidentally Married

Copyright © Emma Roberts, 2018

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Contents

  1. Description
  2. CHAPTER ONE
  3. CHAPTER TWO
  4. CHAPTER THREE
  5. CHAPTER FOUR
  6. CHAPTER FIVE
  7. CHAPTER SIX
  8. CHAPTER SEVEN
  9. CHAPTER EIGHT
  10. CHAPTER NINE
  11. CHAPTER TEN
  12. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  13. CHAPTER TWELVE
  14. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  15. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  16. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  17. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  18. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  19. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  20. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  21. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
  22. Her Baby Daddy ( Sneak Peak )

Description

“I’m never getting married!”


That’s what I kept telling myself.

Until I met Tiffany, so beautiful and fragile.

I knew she’ll be mine, every inch of her.

One night together, and things became much more intense.

I woke up with a ring on my finger. But she was gone…


Until she steps into my plastic surgery office for an “ego boost”.

As the GQ worthy doctor, I know just what to do.

I need a wife for my annual family meeting.

And she wants her surgery.

So she’ll be the wife. And I’ll be the husband.

Tell the family all the right things.

Kiss her in all the right ways.

But I don’t want it to end.

Our marriage was an accident, but my vows are real.

After this, she’ll have more than just memories.

I have a special gift in mind.

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CHAPTER ONE

Tiffany

For all intents and purposes, I should have been happy. Sitting behind the desk at the front of my classroom, I leered at the clock on my computer for a moment. Any minute now, class would be letting out, a few hours earlier than usual due to some holiday that I couldn’t be bothered to remember.


I was certain the teachers of the school petitioned for these random holidays as a way to skimp out on work, and in most cases, I’d go along with them. However, today I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of going home and doing nothing for the rest of the day. If anything, all I could do was think about my sad existence.


Maybe that was a little dramatic, but since my last breakup, I’d been more wrapped up in my own thoughts than I cared to admit. I wasn’t the type to get wrecked over some guy breaking up with me, but this guy had been an exception in every sense of the word. For what good that had done.


I’d known that dating the high school principal was a stupid idea from the start, but he’d seemed so charming and sorta handsome. You had to squint and tilt your head a little, but from certain angles, he was a rather good-looking guy. He admittedly had some sort of superiority complex, but I could only guess that tied in with principal territory.


He’d always seemed shocked and almost disappointed when I would recognize his references or quips and toss one back at him. He’d told me I was smarter than I looked on numerous occasions, which wasn’t as much of a compliment as it had felt like when we were dating.


I had thought he was the one, though, because I’d felt something I’d not felt before. A spark, I guess you could say. A connection, an attachment that I had made a point of never developing on the guys I’d dated before. In some little fantasy world that I had concocted, I’d entirely expected to end up marrying this guy. I’m not quite sure what that said about my standards.

Though I could say that was due mainly in part to my friend lucking out and bagging herself a handsome husband who just so happened to be one of the area’s most renowned surgeons. It wasn’t something my fellow teacher and dearest friend had ever expected, and in the past, she may have argued that she’d done nothing to deserve it.


No matter how many times I reminded her of what an important presence she was in so many people’s lives prior to her marriage, she balefully admitted that she’d never really felt special until she met Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome Doctor.


She never threw her marriage in my face – at least, not intentionally. Kimberly didn’t have a mean bone in her entire body. It was just hard not to feel a little inferior, especially when I went through men like underwear. That was, before my tryst with Nick.