Pre wedding lust

Helen’s POV

I sighed for the umpteenth time that night as I burrowed into the blanket.

Tonight was the night before my big day.

And by big day, I meant my wedding day.

Earlier that night, my bridal shower had taken place and it had been a really fun affair.

However, two days had passed since I last saw Fernando and boy was I desperate to get dicked down by him.

Due to some superstitions that Agnes had about it being bad luck for a bride and groom to be to see each other before their wedding, I had been forced away from him ever since we got to Paris two days ago.

As if being apart from him wasn't bad enough, our rooms were located on different floors.

With his being on the third floor and mine being on the first floor.

It also didn't help that Agnes was making Roman's wife, who I fortunately got along with quite well, sleep in my room to prevent me from caving into the temptation of seeing my fiancé.

"Quit sighing and start sleeping, Helen," Anita yawned, from the king-size bed that