Chapter 6

Rocio

The double door of the boutique's dressing room opened. Edwina directed her eyes to me, temporarily leaving the catalog of wedding gowns unattended. Biting my lower as nervousness spirals through me. I kept my hand still but decided to open up my arm for her to see me better on my third choice of wedding gown.

"Silent? Is that how awful I look with this thing?" I asked her. Anyone can easily notice that I'm starting to feel irritated.

"No, Czarina. You don't look awful in that gown. Matter of fact, you're beautiful, tempting, too tempting for the Czar's liking."

I angled my head a bit to check myself on the life-size mirror.

The third wedding gown of my choice was a glamorous and sheer metallic beaded slim, strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline and constructed corset, which combines with a sparkly embellished bra-like element attached by crystal beaded strands.

I looked back to Edwina, "What's too tempting to Alas liking even mean?" I asked.

"You're beautiful as you are, Czarina. If you wore something sexy and suggestive. It couldn't be help for men to ogle at you. The Czar wouldn't like it if another soul showed burning desire for what he deemed his."

I breathed deeply and moistened my lower lip.

"If you ask me to come back in that fucking fitting room to try another gown and tell me that Alas Morana wouldn't like it, I'd go damn feral and pull my hair!" I harshly squeezed up my boobs to make them appear more perky.

"And this is why I wanted him to come here with me! I want him to decide with my wedding gown, and save me from all the trouble." I heaved, attempting to manage my temper.

"But he was such an asshole. He thought that I was being clingy to him. It's crystal clear to me, that he isn't in love with me. I wouldn't expect him to be sweet to me, but he could at least be nice!" Edwina zoned out at me. I waved my hand near her face to try and bring her back with me when she uttered a word that made me look on my back.

"Czar... y-you're here," she blurted out.

Nibbling my lower lip. I purposely avoided Alas's dark gazes.

"You may wait outside. I'll take it from here," he said.

"No!" I held Edwina's hand, "I need you here. There's still another wedding gown in the fitting room. I need your help so I can try it too," I said, practically begging Edwina not to leave me alone with Alas.

"I have hands, Rocio. And I'm smart enough to know how to assist you with your fittings," Alas said in his monotonic and icy voice. Edwina beamed an apologetic smile and quickly left the private room of the boutique.

"I thought you were busy with your meetings? So much for terrorizing me earlier just to end up following me here," I commented snidely.

"I don't like your gown. It's too revealing. It shows so much of your skin---"

"I know. I already heard that comment from Edwina." Heading towards the fitting room. I stormed my head to where Alas was after I felt him following me.

"Stay there. I don't need you inside!" I spat, irritably.

Alas didn't give me a chance to step out of the fitting room as I saw him shake his head at my fourth wedding gown.

I turned my back on him, and right at that moment. Tears fell from my eyes like wild falls.

"Rocio." I ignored him and secretly sniffed.

I heard him take something from the racks of the wedding gown and now he's headed towards me.

"Stop crying like a child and try this. I want to see you on that one."

"Are you sure? I'm exhausted doing these fittings, Alas." He chuckled, which appalled me.

"I'm sure. This is the one," he said, talking about the wedding gown.

I nodded my head and obediently walked back to the fitting room with the wedding gown. After nearly ten minutes of making sure that I wore the gown the way it should be. I finally walked out of the fitting room.

My face contorted in annoyance, "I thought that you wanted me to wear this one? And it's your final decision? Why do you look like that, Alas!" I whined, even stomping my feet.

"I'm having a fucking hard-on, Rocio."

"Ha?" I asked, perplexed. My eyes traveled down to his crotch and saw his bulge.

"Alas, what the fuck? You're a pervert!"

"I beg your pardon?

"I beg your pardon?" I mocked, "Why would you randomly have a hard-on? We're not even making out, or touching!" I said.

"If you see your object of desire wearing the wedding gown that you chose knowing that she is to be your wife. You'll understand why I'm hard right now."

I rolled my eyes at him, "What do you want me to do about that thing then? Give you a head? In exchange for this wedding gown?"

Alas remained silent, and his silence meant two things. Either he's mad, or it's a yes, in this scenario, it's the latter.

"C-Can't this wait once we're home? This is a private room, but still, I don't think we should be doing freaky things here."

"Rocio, if you won't help me then this hard-on will slowly kill me."

"I would have loved for that to happen!" I spat, but my feet had already brought me to him, and I was already kneeling like Alas Morana was my master.

"Really? You'll suck me wearing that thousand dollars wedding gown?"

"Yes, Alas, and if we end up creating a mess and staining this gown. You  can pay for it on a whim."

Anyone can suck a dick. It shouldn't be that hard, I thought and so I unzipped his pants and took him in, but Alas was too big and when the head of his cock hit my throat, hurting me, my teeth end up gnawing his length, hurting Alas that made him pull himself from my mouth.