Anthony:
"I do not want a wedding ceremony. Forcing a woman upon me wasn't enough for you? Putting my signature on the papers is the most I can do. The only wedding I ever wanted was with Adeline, and you so selfishly robbed me of that. Only Adeline will ever be my bride. So, if you think I'd even attend my own wedding, you're poorly mistaken, father dearest."
It takes all my effort to push down my anger. What the fuck is that bitch Adeline doing to him?
"Crosswalk Industries and Daymond Diamonds. Both of them Fortune 500 companies. You expect us not to throw a grand wedding? That's what your future wife does for a living, mind you"
"I don't give a shit about her, least of all, about what she does. You can throw the biggest wedding ceremony you want."
"Thank y-"
"But the groom won't be attending." He finishes with a smirk and leaves.
As soon as he closes the door to my office cabin, I launch a dart. Bulls eye. I continue to throw more darts till I've expelled all my anger.
Just then, my phone rings. I consider smashing it, before thinking better of it.
"Hello?"
"Hi Anthony. It's Charlotte." She speaks in a small voice.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I can plan the wedding myself. It won't be a problem."
I rub my eyebrows, feeling a headache start to form.
"Sebastian doesn't want a wedding ceremony."
There's silence on the other end.
"What...is he expecting to do then?"
"He just wants to sign the papers."
She must be sad. A wedding is every girl's childhood dream. Now, she won't be able to have it. Not my problem. But what is going to be my problem is, explaining to her parents why there won't be a grand wedding.
"Father isn't going to like that." She points out the obvious.
"Thank you for pointing out the obvious Charlotte. I appreciate it."
There's a faint sigh on the other end. Did I not hang up? I try to do just that before she speaks again.
"Perhaps this is why I was meant to be a wedding planner. To give other brides the picture perfect wedding that I'll never be able to have."
I don't know what to say to that.
"Perhaps." I hang up before she can say anything else.
Now, to deal with Charles Daymond. I decide to FaceTime him.
"Charles. Good afternoon. I hope you're doing well."
"Very well in fact. To what do I owe the pleasure of getting a video call from Anthony Crosswalk himself."
"It's about the wedding. There won't be a ceremony." I decide to take the blunt approach. I was never one to beat around the bush. And, when push comes to shove, Crosswalk Industries is much bigger than Daymond Diamonds. Nonetheless, the union would be extremely beneficial.
He swings his club far back and hits the ball, sending it flying high into the air.
"Anthony, you just told me something I would have preferred not to hear. I have, but only one child. A daughter. I'm sure you understand, what with Sebastian being your only offspring. He wasn't able to make it to lunch either, last weekend. I hope there's no trouble?"
Yes, there is trouble. My son is fixated on a woman who tries to get into my pants every fucking chance she gets, and I don't tell my son, because somehow, he's head over heels in love with the whore. I only remain silent, for the sole purpose of not breaking his heart.
I choose not to use such crass language with Charles though.
"There is no trouble Charles. It's just that Sebastian hates weddings. Seeing as how things are between me and his mother, he doesn't believe in throwing grand weddings."
My words hit their mark, even if they aren't true. A flash of sympathy sparks in his eyes.
"I do understand that. But, Charlotte has always dreamt of a grand wedding, one that she, herself wants to plan."
"She's okay with it."
At this, his mouth opens.
"She was okay with it?"
I nod and a sad smile flits across his lips.
"Perhaps it's because she does not love the boy. Maybe, it's the reason why she doesn't care."
"Perhaps." I end the call with him the same way I ended it with his daughter.
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Sebastian:
"When are you to marry Lance, Addy?"
Her head rests on my naked chest as she scrolls through her phone.
"Izzy just can't get rid of that fat, can she?"
I gently pry her phone out of her hands and ask her again. She pouts and says,
"The fifteenth of June. I told Daddy to make the wedding big."
"You're going to have a wedding ceremony?" The thought is disturbing and only serves to spark fury within me.
"Yes Seb. A wedding is every girl's childhood dream. If he can't give me the groom I want, the least he can do is throw me the wedding that I want."
I try to rationalize my thoughts. It's not her fault. She wants a wedding? She can have one. It's not like she's asking me not to have a wedding, so of course, I can't ask the same of her. It would only end in one of the priceless vases crashing against the floor.
I stare at her beautiful face and kiss her forehead, running my hands through her shiny blonde hair, the hair that I love so much.
My hands travel further down, down, down to her ass.
"Sebastian, you were at it just a few minutes ago." She whines and I smirk.
"Is that a complaint I hear?" I'm not hard...yet, so she's good...for now.
"You know it's not."
She grabs my dick and tugs, giving me a semi.
"Ok, now you're asking for it."
"Of course I am. It belongs to me, doesn't it?"
I smile down at her and plant a kiss on her lips.
"Damn straight it does."
She sighs. "Who knows? You may give it to your future wife."
The words make me scoff in disgust.
"Never. That bitch is getting nothing from me. She'll wish she never married me."
The engagement party is way sooner than I expected. It does make me nervous, but Anthony's words keep replaying in my head and to some extent, they still reassure me. The engagement is going to be held at their house and Anthony told me he would send a driver, but I declined. Franco can drop me off. It's quite odd that Sebastian has not even spoken to me yet. It may become problematic in the future. A shriek causes my spine to snap up straight. I'm immediately held in a chokehold. "You look so fuckable right now."I laugh and turn to hug Fiona. "Thank you."The glittery gold bodycon dress attracted my attention as soon as I saw it through the display window. I knew I had to have it, so I bought it. The fuckable comment is probably because of the slit that starts at my thigh, extending all the way to my ankle. I look into the mirror and weave some golden flowers into my French twist. I put in some chandelier shaped earrings, clasp a gold chain around my neck and turn to look at
Sebastian:She doesn't hold a candle to Adeline. She's ugly. Her face is ugly. Her shoes are ugly, and her style is ugly. She gives me a smile, but I ignore it. I can be civil to the parents, but to her? All cards are off the table when it comes to her. She's the wall standing between me and my Addy. A wall I'll go through any lengths to destroy. My father goes onto the makeshift podium to deliver a small speech, which I tune out because I'm focused on Charlotte Daymond, thinking of all the ways I can make her miserable.She must sense some malice in me, because she looks at me again, but this time she holds my stare. A nudge to my elbow brings me face to face with my father. His speech was over quick. He hands me a ring box and gives the other to the Daymond bitch. I open the box and see a simple gold band encrusted in small diamonds. I bet he picked out the rings himself. He seems more invested in this sham of a marriage than the groom himself. Why can't he marry her instead? The
The 26th arrives sooner than I expected. So here I am, in the courthouse, in a white lace dress, all alone, rocking back and forth on my heels, tossing my bouquet from one hand to the other. "Why aren't they here yet?" Fiona whispers to me. I shrug. "I swear if they ditched you, we're getting on the next flight to Vegas."I hold a finger up. "I do not object to that decision. At all.""Are you sure the date is today?" The official asks me after one hour, not including the 40 minutes I had waited before that. "Yes, I'm sure." He looks skeptical, but doesn't question me further. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Come on Char, we're going." I grin at her, despite the weight in my chest. I don't know why my heart feels so heavy, I should be happy that I'm not getting married. Maybe it's just the feeling of not being enough weighing me down. I throw my bouquet in a nearby trashcan outside the courthouse and loosen my hair from its updo. "That's right girl. Get ready to get wild in Ve
My favorite part of Casa de Crosswalk is the abundance of palm trees. We all get out at the same time and I marvel at the black rose bushes once again. The black SUV goes into the right garage and I ask Sebastian, "Which garage is yours? Right or left?"There's a long pause before he answers."Left." It's grumbled so low that I almost hadn't heard it. Of course the SUV belongs to Anthony. I stand in the foyer and take in my surroundings. To my right is a wide marble staircase which leads to the second floor and to my left, two wide archways lead into the hall. Sebastian just storms up the stairs, leaving me and Anthony to stare at his retreating form. "You'll be sharing the same room as him. As you are, after all, husband and wife now."I clear my throat and nod at him. I expect him to leave as well, but he looks like he wants to say something. After a beat of hesitation, he looks straight into my eyes with his hazel ones. "If Sebastian gives you trouble...you can tell me."I d
I carefully tiptoe down the stairs, hoping no one is awake at this time of night. The loveseat in the bedroom is not so comfortable to say the least. Sebastian thought I would want the bed and was in a sour mood, but I told him I'd take the couch. But, even with that, he had a problem. "You're just saying that on purpose.""Saying what on purpose?""That you'll sleep on the couch.""I don't understand.""You'll just nag about it to my father tomorrow and then what's he going to do? He's going to go on and on about how I should be a better man...because of you."The man child finally relented after thirty minutes of placating him. I blow out a breath as I descend the last stair. Talk about him not being immature. I silently pray no one sees me like this. I could be practically naked with what I'm wearing. The pink lace slip dress falls to my knees and leaves little to the imagination. There's only one person responsible for this and it's Fiona. She replaced my comfy pajamas with the
I immediately fall in love with the ambience of the 25th floor. Dark wood flooring, cream colored walls and soft golden lighting. It's rather romantic in my opinion. But, the word romance and my father in law should be nowhere near each other. There's a huge oak desk right in front of the elevator, and it seems as if no one is there. But, as soon as I step out of the elevator, an older lady with purple framed glasses looks at me questioningly. "May I help you?""Yes, I came to give breakfast to Mr. Crosswalk."She raises an eyebrow at me. "Do you have an appointment? Because you don't look like a delivery girl." She narrows her eyes at me and gives me a once over. My cheeks heat in response. "Anthony is my father in law.""Ah, so you're Sebastian's wife.""Yes.""Hmm...maybe you're not keeping him happy enough."My eyes widen in anger. How dare she? "I don't see how that's any of your business."She huffs and points to a room. I observe the cream leather chairs to the far right a
When I enter into my room, I see Sebastian is still awake, typing away on his laptop. He glances up at me. "I didn't want to call you. I had to do it because my father just wouldn't quit asking me why I wasn't calling my wife. Fuck, I'll never see you as my wife. You're just an obstacle to me. Anyways, I don't care how late you are or what you even do. You can be fucking someone else for all I care. Just don't let your schedule disrupt mine. Am I clear?""Crystal." His eyes narrow on me, but my eyes drift to the box on the couch. Ah, those must be the pyjamas that I ordered this morning. I don't see any scissors anywhere so I take out the switchblade I always keep in my pocket and rip open the tape. I take all the clothes out and drop the box on the floor. I check whether they're the ones I ordered and remove them from their packaging one by one, putting them up in the closet. I take a pair of loose pants and a shirt with me to the bathroom and take a shower. I don't prefer to we
The next few days pass in the same manner. Anthony doesn't eat breakfast at home again. He leaves early and comes home late. Even later than Sebastian. I eat with Sebastian whenever I'm at home and we continue to share stories about our days. He even opens up about Adeline and I'm glad that he has someone to talk to now. When I do see Anthony, he tries his best not to look tired, but I know he is. So here I am, at his office, carrying his lunch in my hand. Lunch that I made myself. Lobster Mac and cheese with mozzarella sticks. Even Julia approved of it. I greet Linda who's become my friend by now. I stop by her everyday and chat a little after giving Anthony and Sebastian their breakfasts. "Is Anthony up?""He never leaves. Don't look for Sebastian though. He's not here. "I grin at her and take the elevator. It's not really a surprise that Sebastian isn't here. When I step out on the 25th floor, Bertha's sour face greets me. What a way to kill the mood. "Mr. Crosswalk is busy. H
Charlotte:I groan aloud at the sensation. "That feels so good Tony." I moan. His thumbs press into my arch and I see heaven. "I've been told I'm a good foot masseuse." He smirks at me. My eyes start watering and my lips start wobbling. "By who?"His smirk falls right off. "Of course by you, sunshine. You've told me that almost every day.""Oh, so it's not someone else?" I sniffle. "Of course not. Why would I be giving anyone else foot massages?"I fan my face. "You're right. It's the hormones."He presses his ear against my seven month pregnant belly. "What's my little angel saying today?""She's wants to come out and she's craving a big, juicy Snickers bar.""She craves or her Mama craves?"I roll my eyes at him. "Does it make a difference? Isn't it the same?""Who knew pregnancy could make you this adorable?""Yeah, it's adorable to you. People will probably confuse me for a whale." I start sobbing. "Okay, calm down baby. No one thinks you're a whale and if anyone says tha
Charlotte:"Good morning Sebastian."I greet him as soon as I enter into the kitchen. "Good morning." He smiles at me. I make myself a bowl of granola with yogurt and sit down to eat it. A short while later, Anthony comes in a forest green suit with a black shirt underneath. His hair is still wet and curls behind his ears. It makes him look adorable. He catches my gaze and gives me the faintest of smiles. Even though it's small, his eyes glimmer and I just want to bite him. "Dad, you seem happy. Anything special happening?""Today's the day I acquire Daymond Diamonds. I'm still thinking about whether I should incorporate it into Crosswalk Industries or just let it be the way it is, putting some of my employees there and taking some of theirs. Either way, they'll need to have a temporary CEO.""I could do it.""I'll let the other members know. They'll have to take a vote on it."Sebastian shrugs. "That's fine with me."The rest of our breakfast goes in silence and Anthony is the fi
Charlotte:When I wake up the next morning, I feel his morning wood against my back. We're both tangled in each other and I carefully untangle myself. Deciding to wake him up with a morning blowjob, I take him out of his pants and lick from the bottom to tip. When I get it wet enough with my saliva, I suck his balls into my mouth.I rise and put his whole length into my mouth, suctioning my lips around him. When I look at his face, I see he's awake, looking down at me with hooded eyes. God, he's so handsome. Without warning, I feel his bitter cum hit my tongue. Without removing my mouth from him, I lick around his tip. Only when he stops coming, I pull my mouth off him. "Swallow."I do. "Good girl." I blush and get off the bed. Just as I'm about to go into the bathroom, my phone rings and I pick it up. "Dad?""Good morning baby doll.""Good morning.""You know when you were a baby, you looked just like a little doll. With a head full of chocolate hair and wide green eyes that alwa
Charlotte:I go downstairs, of course, into Anthony's room. I open the door and lock it behind me. Anthony rotates his armchair to face me. He's working on his laptop at his desk, his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He's in a soft looking grey shirt and black joggers. "You miss Daddy already sunshine?"I don't respond and simply climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I always miss you."He palms the back of my head and puts my face in his neck. I inhale his scent and it's like a sort of calm settles over me. "You know, if I knew beautiful, young women would fall for me, I would have entered the dating market sooner."My head snaps up and I grip his throat with both my hands. He throws his head back and laughs. Does he think I won't strangle him? I start to apply pressure. "Easy tiger. That was a joke.""Does it look like I'm laughing?"He holds his hands up in surrender. "Point noted. I'm sorry. But anyway, it's not even true. I didn't want anyone til
Charlotte:"Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does. "Apologies. Sebastian used to call me that often. Took me back to those times."My father, seemingly satisfied with the answer, leaves it be. It's Anthony who passes the gravy in the end. When he does, he squeezes my thigh from underneath the table and I cover my gasp with a cough. I clench my thighs, trapping his hand between them. That squeeze might leave a handprint, but it made me so wet, that my thighs stick together when I unclench them. Anthony's nostrils flare, as if he can smell my arousal. I'm just waiting for
Anthony:"It would take me mere minutes to dismantle your business James."I hear his sharp intake of air. "I've dealt with your daughter's misdeeds for long enough, but she's crossed so far the line today.""W-what do you mean?" He stutters. "You cross Charlotte, you cross me. You don't want to cross a Crosswalk, do you James?" The shit I can manage to say and get away with makes me laugh sometimes. Young Anthony could have never. We reap what we sow, and damn, am I enjoying the fruits. "Not at all.""Too bad. You already did.""No! Wait! Please. Adeline will issue a public apology. I'll make sure of it."I think it over. She ought to be punished, and Lance Harrington will put her in her place, I'm sure. There's no way she can escape embarrassing him. He may look docile and weak on the outside, but even I don't want to know the shit that goes on in that head. Those rumors about him killing his foster parents and setting fire to his aunt's home are not just gossip. "Next time she
Charlotte:By the time I reach Meadow Cross, the venue of the wedding, Stacy rushes toward me, her eyes frantic. I get out and enter the room assigned for Adeline's wedding. It's. A. Total. Mess. The sheer curtains are in tatters, the bouquets of flowers are slimed and blackened, the carpet on the floor is completely torn up, and all the chairs are overturned and some of them are destroyed, and the altar is spray painted. Who would even do such a thing? I take a deep breath and call Franklin, the manager, to ask him if we can have another room. "I'm sorry Ms. Daymond. I'm afraid they're all booked."After hanging up, I dial my cleanup crew and tell Stacy to call all the vendors of the decorations she's used. My cleanup crew arrives in five minutes and the arrangements come ten minutes later. I needed to pull some strings for that. As soon as the cleaning crew removes a destroyed item, we replace it with a new one. Just short of two hours, we're done. The cleanup crew leaves and
Charlotte:I can't believe the audacity of this man. I shove him and go for the door, but his arm wraps around my abdomen from behind, pulling me into his body. "I'm sorry Charlotte. I don't care if I have to say this for the rest of my life. I'm never letting you go again, I promise.""I know the drill Anthony. Once I fall back into your arms, you'll let me go again. This time it was Sebastian. Next time, it may be some other man you want me to be with."His fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."I laugh despite the heat that shoots down to my core. "Ah, now he's angry.""You think I wanted to do it? I was dying inside. I'm admitting it's my fault for not thinking about you."I turn around to face him. "You think I was a bitch to Sebastian in the starting of our marriage? All he had were chances Anthony. I didn't want him. I wanted you. Only you.""Fuck, don't use the past tense baby.""I will. It's what you deserve." I still only want him, but he does
Anthony:"Get out of my room." I don't need to see her face to know who those long legs, wearing red heels belong to. It's not the first time she's had me cornered. "You didn't even look at me." She laughs, her blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders. Her blue dress clings to her body and to my utter dismay, she starts swiping her finger back and forth on her bottom lip. She takes slow, deliberate steps toward me, dragging her fingernails across all the furniture on her way. It grates on my nerves. She comes to a stop when the tips of her red stilettos touch my leather loafers. She tilts her head to put her lips near my ear. "Oh Anthony, how I've missed you."She drags that same damned fingernail across my neck and I remove myself from her touch. "Shame, Adeline. I didn't miss you one bit."She smirks. Her red lips stretching over her white teeth. "I think you're lying. Your dick says otherwise."I look down at her with furrowed eyebrows. What is she going on about now? Befo