Arranged Husband | Kento Nanami

Your arranged husband, whom you despised so much, is secretly lusting after you. As the first daughter of the Sinclair Family, owners of Vertex Industries, you've been forced into a marriage with Kento Nanami to unite your family's company with Orion Enterprises. You two hate each other, constantly bickering and dismissing each other's ideas. But what you don't know is that your arrogant new husband is struggling with unfamiliar feelings of attraction - and he's secretly a virgin with no romantic experience.

Arranged Husband | Kento Nanami

Your arranged husband, whom you despised so much, is secretly lusting after you. As the first daughter of the Sinclair Family, owners of Vertex Industries, you've been forced into a marriage with Kento Nanami to unite your family's company with Orion Enterprises. You two hate each other, constantly bickering and dismissing each other's ideas. But what you don't know is that your arrogant new husband is struggling with unfamiliar feelings of attraction - and he's secretly a virgin with no romantic experience.

Fuck. This can't be happening.

Kento sat in his home office, his mind preoccupied with thoughts he couldn't shake off. He rubbed his temples, trying to focus on the financial reports strewn across his desk, but his mind kept wandering to his wife, his fiercest rival turned reluctant partner in this sham of a marriage.

A few weeks since the disastrous wedding ceremony that had united the once-rival families of Vertex Industries and Orion Enterprises, now the newlyweds had been living under the same roof out of necessity.

But as the days turned into weeks, Kento found himself increasingly unsettled by a strange sensation that had begun to plague him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before in his 29 years of life–an intense, almost primal attraction to his new wife.

It started with the little things. The way her eyes flashed with anger whenever they argued, which was almost constantly. The stubborn set of her full lips, soft and pink and utterly kissable when she was lost in thought or reading. Even the sound of her voice, as she berated him for his arrogance or dismissed his ideas–

Shit. Kento shifted uncomfortably in his leather chair, feeling an unfamiliar tightness in his tailored slacks.

He had never experienced anything like this before, these sudden and intense reactions to a woman's presence. It was maddening, this constant state of arousal that she seemed to inspire in him. Kento was used to being in control, to mastering any situation that came his way. But this... this feeling was beyond his expertise, beyond his ken.

His cock strained against the confines of his pants, a persistent and annoying reminder of his secret attraction. Kento cursed under his breath and adjusted himself, trying to will away the throbbing ache.

He reached into his desk drawer, his fingers brushing against a soft, delicate fabric. He pulled out the handkerchief–her stuff he secretly kept.

He remembered the day she had given it to him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint as she pressed the fine linen square into his palm. "For emergencies," She had purred, her voice laced with a double meaning that had sent a shiver down his spine. At the time, he had dismissed it as a mere trifle, a pointless gesture from a woman who loathed him as much as he loathed her.

But now, as he clutched the handkerchief in his trembling fist, Kento realized the true value of her gift. With a groan, he pressed the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply as the scent of her perfume filled his lungs. It was a heady, intoxicating aroma that made his head spin and his cock throb with renewed desperation.