"Deymmmmm guuuurl!" Carrie and Lydia scream in sync once the shop assistant draws the curtain. I am currently wearing a white wedding gown and blush furiously on this stand while both of them are sipping the expensive champagne, mesmerised at the sight of me in this masterpiece. I have agreed to Augustine's request to have a wedding, but only if we marry in January instead of this year. He took it without hesitation; he was so happy I can't believe I'm the reason of that happiness. Though I've made it clear that nobody can know about this until the wedding day itself, not even our family. But, uhh, Emily excluded. You see, Emily is real quick at connecting the dots. She somehow picked up the bread crumbs trailing all over and forced Carrie to let out the truth. Which eventually made me admit that I am the fiancee of my sister's boss. Our sister's boss. Thank God she's an actress she promised she'd keep it a secret. Though she requested if she can be included for wedding preparati
"I change my mind," he mutters slowly when I'm standing in front of him. He still has this serious facial expression but instead of just staring at me like he's been for the past few minutes, he runs his fingers on my face."Change your mind about what?" I ask, still don't understand what is happening. He rarely comes home like this unless we are in a fight or something. Though we hardly fight, because we love each other too much; those fights are nothing if it meant we are not seeing each other anymore. "About my meeting. I want you now." "Now?" Huh? "Now ‘now’ ?" "Now NOW." He replies as he hooks his hand on my body then carries me towards the bedroom. "But I have flour on my clothes!" I shout as I laugh. "We'll get rid of them anyway," he says in a low tone then throws me on the bed that I bounce twice. "Oh wow? Who's this?" He rarely throws me on the bed unless we spice things up with role play. He doesn't answer but kneels in between my legs after ripping my shirt that a
"I can't believe my son is gonna get married today." Mom wipes the tear drops on the corner of her eyes as she watches me adjusting my tuxedo coat. "You're killing me with the secrecy but it doesn't matter, I am so happy you're not going to die alone, Teen." She dabs the tissue again as I look at her from the reflection of the mirror in front of me. Two days ago I was THIS close to snap at Yvette Tanner. So close.But when she asked me if I'm okay, and called me ‘Baby’, with her soft velvety voice, my heart warmed as my cock stirred.I let it out by fucking her to my heart content. I was so disappointed that she lied to me since the past four years, I even promised myself to calm down and give her a chance to come clean before the wedding, and perhaps forgive her, see if we can continue this relationship with a new page. But she hasn't said anything, even when we're about to marry, in exactly twenty minutes from now. Is she going to keep lying to me? Until when? Forever? But I lov
"HUBBYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE!" Just like the past eight days, she shouts the same thing whenever she's back from wherever she went. It used to be BABYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE but she changed it the day after we got married. I haven't told her I know about the lies. I am still giving her the chance to confess, because I guess, I guess I really love her too much that I don't want to face the reality, if she's going to walk away after the confrontation. I've imagined marrying her since years ago, and now that I do I think I'm going to hold onto that Hubby title at least until we're back in New York. Let's just enjoy this honeymoon with the last bit of memories I can put in my mind before everything goes tumbling down. I've thought about playing the game; to pretend I don't know anything at all. But I know myself better, and I refuse to live the rest of my life in hatred and resentment. I've already wasted four years of my life, I'm not going to be an idiot to spend the rest in denial. Though
"When are you going to tell me?" I've waited since the day I found out. I've waited since two days before our wedding.I've waited all day on our wedding day. I fucking waited every single day during our honeymoon. And now that we've reached my place after eight days vacation at Greece, I can't hold it any longer. "Hmmm? Tell you what?" She's fucking good at this. No wonder I couldn't detect it at all. "You've lied for four fucking years," I glare at her as she's stunned at my outburst, "When are you going to tell me about it? When, Eve? When?"She finally has that worried look on her face. Her hands stop folding the clothes altogether as she lifts her face to meet my eyes. "What do you mean?" There's vibrations in her voice as she looks at me with her big brown eyes. Her black hair that is tied loosely is complimenting her long neck. She's beautiful, and looked so delicate. Innocent. But she's a goddamn liar. "You never plan to tell me, do you? Was it so easy to fool me? Fou
That Sunday, Mom and Dad asked where my wife was, why isn't she joining the family brunch. I didn't plan to tell them the truth considering she'll be back in a month once she realised she's pregnant so I told them the food-poisoning lie. The following Sunday, thank God it's our 'free' weekend so there is no Sunday Brunch. But on the third Sunday since she left, I had to somehow dragged myself to Maddy's place for our infamous brunch. "Where's Evie? She's still sick?" Mom asks the moment I get into the house. I kiss her cheek before telling her the excuse I've thought all week, "She has a school trip today, she's sorry she can't make it." "Why didn't she call us and apologise on her own?" Maddy raises an eyebrow, as if suspecting something. She wasn't happy with my marriage with Eve but she didn't say anything when we met for brunch three Sundays ago. I'm not sure if she's still unhappy about the marriage but can't say she's glad either. "Uncle Teeeeen!" The girls shout as soon
"Jackson's coming tonight?" I ask Carrie while we're doing our homework together at her room. She stops writing as she looks at me, grinning. "What time is he coming?" I ask, a little bit disappointed to know I can't stay here tonight since her boyfriend is coming over. Ever since I move back to my house, or Dani's house as of two weeks ago, I've been miserable. Dani used to rent a small studio with her husband but ever since the twins came, she had been wanting to find a bigger place. Their salaries aren't that big, along with two expensive babies, so they had to suck it up until I told her about my wedding. She volunteered herself to take care of our house since I'm moving in with my uhh, then-husband, so within that one week when I was at Greece, she had moved everything back into the house. She occupies Emily's room since it's the biggest, puts the cribs in Serena's room, while stocks some stuff in her old room as if it's a storage room. Thank God she hasn't touched my room,
‘You never plan to tell me, do you?’I honestly don't know what to say to that. I've always wanted to be honest with him, but at the same time I want to keep what we have. Uhh, had. I was so scared you'd distance yourself from me, and when you tell me you want four years of my life just like how I took yours, I was ready to give it, even if you want my whole life. But to divorce me after four years? After three children?I thought I married the most sensible man I've ever met, but you definitely proved me wrong. ‘You're only 18, what the hell are you doing Evie?! Getting married to my boss? My BOSS? Are you mad?! He's twice your age! You have a whole future in front of you, why would you marry him and be his sugar baby? Is that what it is? Money? I taught you better than this, Evie! Find your own money, like all your sisters do! Not open your legs to a billionaire who's twice your age!’The voicemail Serena left on my wedding day shattered my heart. But I kept going with my honeymoo