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His Mail Order Bride 9. Jessica
A reply was already waiting for me in my email and when I check out my email the next morning, he had agreed to the terms. Which means, by Saturday we should be married. A weird feeling spreads through my chest as I read the message and the extra information he had written down concerning our wedding arrangements.The terms were rather simple although a bit problematic. *No sexual intimacies of any sort,*No questions about my past and;*Fuck any non-disclosure terms he might have, my sisters would be aware that this was a contract marriage. Although it wasn't worded like this, that was the point. I also added that I would be moving in with my teenage sister since I was responsible for her. Seeing that he agreed, he must be as easygoing as he looks.Replying with a simple thanks, I start to prepare for my day at work. There's no food at home so I make Emma promise she'll have something to eat before school starts before heading to work.I arrive and meet Stephanie waiting for me. Af
His Mail Order Bride 10. Jessica
Returning from my fake wedding, I've never felt so despondent in my entire life. Once again, I've thrown myself into another precarious situation in which I have no idea whether I would come out alive or not. But that wasn't the one giving me the greatest anxiety. Telling my sisters about this new development was. I reach the door of my house, my white dress safely tucked away and the ring removed from my finger. Hesitating for a while, I take a deep breath and knock. I hear Emma call out before she throws the door open. A smile hits Emma's face as she sees me and it only makes me want to hide away in shame. She's still so oblivious and it hurts me so much. I walk into the apartment, forcing all the painful emotions down as I give her a small smile."How was work?" She asks and my throat tightens. I glance at her, watching as she rushed back to the kitchen."Fine. Have you had dinner?""Not yet but already started cooking!" She says as she stirs whatever she's cooking on the stove. I
His Mail Order Bride 11. Jessica
The ride to Devon's house is awfully quiet. Emma stares out of the window the entire time, headphones in her ears as the driver drives along. Though she looked calm on the outside, I could tell how tense she was coming along with me. The hands tightening on her jeans was a dead giveaway. I bit my already sore lips, letting out a sigh. Houses zip by us as the car drives along and my stomach twists painfully. I should not have done this, I repeat to myself over again... But, what was I supposed to do? Bringing out my phone, I went to my email and read the last message that was sent, and my breath caught in my chest. 'My driver will come to pick you up,' it read. I can see my hands shaking and I quickly take deep breaths to calm myself. It has already happened, I might as well deal with it. It's already late and dark purple streaks are lining the evening sky.We finally arrived at a residential area of some sort and there was a quick change in scenery. Huge homes lined the streets, all e
His Mail Order Bride 12. Jessica.
I return to my room, my grip on the planner still as tight as ever. Once the door is locked behind me, I let out a breath, some of my tension rolling away with it. Placing it on the bed, I begin a tour of my new room. On a closer look, it's bigger than I thought and has everything a woman my age would need. There's a small walk-in closet, with dresses and shoes in place. The vanity beside the bed, housed skincare products, all expensive looking, I admire them for a while, before placing them back the way I saw them. Next, I walk into the bathroom.Everything is flawless there and I'm taken aback by the sheer beauty and elegance of it. The bathtub in the middle of the room calls to me and I realize how much I've wanted to have a good soak, a bubble bath maybe. But I can't let myself get carried away. I go back to the room, cutting my boxes open and keeping things away. My paranoia gets the best of me, and I begin to search for hidden cameras. Half an hour goes by with me searching eve
His Mail Order Bride 13. Jessica.
Long after Devon left, I decide to take care of my business. Being left alone in this huge house makes me feel antsy and I need to shake it off. I return to my room and pick up my phone. Calling Sophie after ignoring her calls for the whole day, I bite my lips as I wait for her to pick up. The line rings for a while but she eventually answers."Look who finally decided to call me up! Took you long enough!" She spits sarcastically, still angry. I let out a weary sigh, running a hand through my hair."Hello, Sophie. How are you?" I ask, ignoring her outburst."Emma tells me you're living with him already. Is that true? You finally did it, didn't you!?" I hear her scoff. "I can't believe you. After all of the promises!""I had to. Besides it's not that bad." I say."Just wait a while. I'm sure you'll be taking back your words." She snaps back. Her words hurt but I can't let it show. Steeling my voice, I reply. "It won't happen. I'll make sure of it" Taking a deep breath, I continue speak
His Mail Order Bride 14. Jessica
Fortunately, Emma didn't get worse. Seeing her hale and hearty after a day's rest fills me with relief. The only downside would be that her diet would be stricter. That, I can handle. I make a mental note to visit the hospital to have her checked and get her medications. Very early the next morning, I make her vegetable smoothie and watch as she eats, a content feeling spreading in my chest. It's all I've ever wanted.Footsteps approach and before long, Devon appears in the kitchen, all dressed up and ready for work."Good morning, my sister's husband." Emma greets him, her voice cheerful as always. He stiffens at first but shrugs and replies. "Good morning to you, my wife's sister." Emma chuckles at his reply and continues with her meal and he lets out a wry smile. His gaze turns to me and I stiffen, My heart skipping a beat as I stare back at him. Unbiddenly, I remember how I treated him the night before and a pang of guilt hits me."Good morning." He greets me, with no trace of ani
His Mail Order Bride 15. Devon
Jessica Franklin is a woman shrouded in mystery. That's the thought that has been running in my head ever since she moved in. Not like I'm planning on figuring her out although I admit, I have been curious about her. First, she gets all defensive, then aggressive, and the most surprising would be the apologizing part. And she's always on her guard, keeping her distance, the way it should be. Other than the time that I caught her unguarded at the back of the house, staring at the fish pond with a dazed look on her face when she lashed out at me, I've never seen her show any emotions. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was keeping her part of the deal by not interfering in my business. Except it wasn't... At least, that's what my mind told me. It was something much deeper but I refuse to delve into it.The last time we'd spoken, was on Wednesday when I'd given her additional information and afterward, our conversation had drizzled to greetings only. The only person who interacted
His Mail Order Bride 16. Jessica.
Walking into the party, I watch as everyone's gaze turns towards us, their eyes checking us out. I tense, resisting the urge to narrow my eyes. It was an attention I used to like years ago but now just makes my skin crawl. Still, I need to put up a show. I press my body closer to Devon and feel his hands tighten around my waist. Beaming up at him with a smile, I let him lead the way, doing my best to appear as the lovestruck couple we wanted the world to see. He had quickly adjusted to our fake relationship, doing his part as a doting husband.We weave through the crowd, giving slight greetings to those who acknowledged us. I don't recognize anyone here and from the looks on Devon's face, he doesn't as well. Our eyes on the podium, we soon catch sight of two women seating together and discussing, their laughter ringing out as they lean close to each other. Devon pauses and so do I. His grip on my waist becomes tighter and my breath hitches.As if sensing our gaze, they turn toward us
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His Mail Order Bride Side story 11. Jessica.
I step onto the yacht, the salty breeze caressing my face and tousling my hair. The sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the waters. It's a breathtaking sight, but what's even more astonishing is the scene before me. The deck is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. But what truly captures my attention is the group of people gathered there, waiting for me.As I walk further into the yacht, my eyes meet Devon's, and a smile spreads across his face. He approaches me, his eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, I feel a surge of overwhelming emotion. This man, my husband, has orchestrated this beautiful surprise to celebrate my acceptance into the University of San Francisco. I can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude and love for him.I blink in surprise, my heart fluttering with a mixture of confusion and joy. Devon approaches
His Mail Order Bride Side story 10. Jessica
The hum of the engines fills the air as the private jet soars through the sky, carrying us back to San Francisco. I sit comfortably in the plush leather seat, gazing out of the window at the breathtaking view below. The sun casts a golden glow over the landscape, painting the world in hues of warmth and tranquility. After a splendid week of excitement and laughter, I'm glad to be finally back home.As I watch the clouds pass by, my mind drifts back to the short but delightful trip we just had in Italy. The memories flood my thoughts, each one a precious gem that I hold close to my heart. The ancient ruins, the charming streets, the mouthwatering cuisine - it was a whirlwind of experiences that left an indelible mark on my soul.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like a gentle wave. I can still feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my skin, the taste of gelato lingering on my tongue. The laughter and joy we shared, the moments of quiet reflection - it was a journey
His Mail Order Bride Side story 9. Jessica.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Devon lays me down, gently pulling out of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I cling to him, breathing in his scent, his body heat filling me with warmth. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only remnants of a passionate moment we've just shared. Our breathing has slowed, our entwined bodies a testament to the intimacy we've just experienced. In the hush of the post-ecstasy silence, we lie together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing with the echoes of our connection."Should we clean up?" He offers after a while. I shake my head, closing my eyes."Too tired." I mumble in a sleepy voice. "Okay," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle as he snuggle with me, shaking an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. "How are you feeling though?" He adds, his voice gentle and full of concern. My fingers trace lazy patterns on Devon's chest, my touch gentle and affectionate. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the steady
His Mail Order Bride Side story 8. Jessica.
"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m
His Mail Order Bride Side story 7. Devon.
We continue with our tour afterward, visiting various tourist hotspots before deciding to have lunch in the city. As we explore the coastal villages, Jessica and I indulge in the culinary delights of the region. We savor freshly caught seafood, perfectly cooked pasta dishes, and share bites of cannoli filled with sweet ricotta cream. I can't help but admire the way Jessica's eyes light up with each new flavor, her appreciation for the local cuisine adding to the joy of our journey."This is so good," Jessica mumbles as she takes a bite of a freshly made Italian pizza, rolling her eyes. Passing it to me, she smiles, her eyes glinting. "Here, you should try it," she urges. Gazing at the outstretched pizza slice in her hands, I shake my head, a corner of my lips quirking up.Smiling, I take a bite from her outstretched piece, licking up the sauce that has run down her hands. Chewing it and gobbling it down, I finish the whole piece and lick her fingers clean. She grimaces at the sight."
His Mail Order Bride Side story 6. Devon.
The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of
His Mail Order Bride Side story 5. Jessica.
Nodding once, he pushes me closer, capturing my lips with his, his lips firm yet petal soft against mine and I surrender, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I wind my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Nipping at my bottom lip, he sucks on her before pulling away to stare at me with dark eyes, my heart pounding. Then, leans in to kiss me even more ferociously.The taste of his lips is intoxicating, I practically melt against him. I have waited so long to feel it again. Devon kisses me like a starving man, while his fingers trace a gentle path down my back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightens on me, drawing me even closer. he pulls away to stare at me, his breathing heavy."This is better now?" He asks, caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, brushing my hair away from my face. I shake my head, a playful smile adorning my lips."Not really." I mutter and a corner of his lips turn up but doesn't form a smile as his hands reach for the towel, pulling it free. He watche
His Mail Order Bride Side story 4. Jessica.
The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee
