Chapter 7

"That's a mind-blowing orgasm. Fuck, you are so good." Those words slipped out of my mouth, and when I realized it. It was too late. Kairos already heard him, and I bet he has his brain cells memorizing it.

God, Isla! Yes. It's the most satisfying orgasm that you've ever had, but you don't have to boost his confidence like that. Now Kairos will start to think like he's some God for freaking great sex, but if I am being honest. For sure, he could be one. Eros, the God of romance or so, wouldn't mind.

"Want to spend the night at my place?" He asked after he sat right beside me. I was wearing just my bra and underwear. I silently breathe deeply as I catch my breath. When I opened my eyes. I found the expensive gown lying on the floor as if it cost nothing but a dollar that we can always find in the dollar store.

With my eyes still pasted on the gown. Eyeing its intricate details. I give Kairos a mischievous smile.

"Why would I spend the night at your place? It's unladylike to spend the night with a man who is not your husband yet," I said, faking a sweet and innocent voice that made him chuckle.

"Are you seriously going to say that to me now? After you spread your legs so wide for me minutes ago? You were desperately moaning for my name."

With a doe-eye expression plastered on my face. I turned my head and formed a fragile smile on my lips, "Did I? I can't quite remember now."

"I will make you remember. I want you in my place at seven in the evening. You owe me a mind-blowing orgasm. It's unfair that only you get to cum, don't you think so?" He asked. I hummed to play with him, but I didn't say anything anymore as I stood up to pick up the wedding dress. I must put this back on my body and call back the atelier's staff. I still need to try this gown with a veil on. Kairos and I were alone in the VIP room for over twenty minutes. They won't give us a questioning look or ask us what we did in the last twenty minutes, but I am sure they already have an idea.

I slightly tilt my head in Kairos' direction. Just enough for him to know that I need his attention. Like a dog, he stood up from the sofa and approached me.

"Will you zip this up for me? It's rude that you know how to undress me, but you can't dress me back."

"I don't think I am being rude right now, fiancée. What can I say? I prefer you naked around me."

I adjusted the overall fit of my gown before I moved my body to face him. I tugged the necktie that he was wearing and tiptoed just so my lips would reach his ear.

"You're a maniac," I whispered. A knock on the door of the VIP room interrupted Kairos and me from flirting. I cleared my throat without even moving an inch. I shouted for the staff to come in.

She walked in with different veils on her hand. However, her lips are stretched from side to side. The shaking of it that she tried so hard caught my attention.

"I am sorry for making you wait, Mister and Missus Lancaster. I needed to take some time to look for this pair of veils."

I smiled warmly at her, "Really? Thank you for that. I appreciate it, really," I muttered. The female staff guided me back inside the cubicle. That cubicle is spacious enough to accommodate two more people. There's a chair where I can sit, too, as she puts the veil on my head.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Is this room soundproof?" I asked her. I am just curious because Kairos is right when he tells me that I was basically screaming for his name and moaning so loudly as he passionately licks and eats me down there.

"We all thought that it is, but we confirmed just today that it's not entirely soundproof," she said with her casual customer service-like voice, which made me freeze in my seat.

Shit!

Did they hear us? Everyone outside of the VIP room knows that Kairos fucked me? I mean, it's not fuck as in fuck since I didn't have his thing inside of him, but he made me cum, and I was moaning loudly. They wouldn't know the difference, and it would be much weirder if I explained to him that what we did was like a bit of foreplay. We didn't have sex, at least in my standard, it's not yet sex.

"You're all set, Missus Lancaster," she said. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and my jaw dropped at the fancy floor of the dressing cubicle. God, I look like the Duchess Kate Middleton when she married her Prince William, not because we look alike but because the veil and the gown exude the same vibe.

"I look like a fucking innocent angel. Holy mother of God."

"Indeed, you're breathtaking with your wedding gown. We understand why what happened earlier happened," she said. I glance at the staff. Fear swiftly crossed her eyes, and she started to panic, but when I began to laugh at her. I saw her sigh out of relief.

"I don't think it's the gown. My future husband and I are just a little wild and adventurous, I must say," I told her.

The female staff once again opened the doors of the dressing cubicle, revealing me to Kairos, wearing the same wedding gown from earlier but this time. I have my wedding veils on.

Kairos runs his eyes from my head down to my chest. It stayed there for a few seconds before he was done checking me out, but he didn't say anything. He only grabbed a familiar pillow that he placed on top of his lap.

Wait, is he having another hard-on?