All Chapters of A One Night Stand To Remember: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sapphire's POVI was seated in the living room for hours while Vivienne, the stylist, worked her magic on me. I used to think Jamila talked too much until I met her. The woman was a chatterbox. She never stopped talking all the while she did my hair and makeup. But I didn't complain and why? It was simply because she was such a cheerful and fun person to be around. And the fact that she'd worked with a lot of celebrities and socialites didn't stop her from being so friendly and humble.Most of her talks were interesting and funny, she made every moment of this enjoyable. Vivienne was a whole mood, in fact. Oh, and her French accent was off the chart, it was so pleasing to the ear. She said 'darling' with a playful trill, rolling the 'r' with a dash of flair. It was so thrilling to hear her speak because I couldn't remember the last time I spoke to a woman who was this fluent in French. I wondered how Eric had met her and I was tempted to ask her about it but I just let it be.Vivienne

Sapphire's POVEric's mother glided toward us, her tall figure accentuated in a purple velvet gown that screamed wealth and poise. Her wavy black hair with a side parting flowed over her shoulders as she walked. Her beauty was undeniable, I could see where Eric got his looks from, but it was overshadowed by an air of arrogance that hung around her like an invisible cloak.Her eyes, sharp and piercing, surveyed me with distinct coldness as she approached us. There was this look of disdain etched on her face that made it very clear she was not happy to see her son with me. And I braced myself for whatever was to come. Because it was obvious that she was going to talk down to me. I just didn't know to what extent.I could feel Eric's muscles tense beside me when he locked our fingers together and glanced into my eyes as if to say, "I got you." But I sent him a small reassuring smile to let him know that he had nothing to worry about.It was evident that their relationship was not a good

Sapphire's POVSophia? Who was Sophia? And why was she all over my fiancé like they were in some kind of intimate relationship? Why was he so comfortable with her? And why was she acting so possessive towards him?Was I missing something here? And she called him Erry Perry. That's new. What kind of silly nickname was that?I glared at her, feeling a mix of irritation, jealousy and anger. Eric's casual interaction with her didn't sit well with me. It was clear that these two had a history, and her familiarity with him bothered me more than I wanted to admit. While they exchanged their neverending pleasantries, all that ran through my mind was what connection the both of them could possibly have.She seemed like the typical ex-girlfriend – gorgeous, slender, with beautiful brown eyes, silky brown hair and a charming smile that could stop hearts. And most importantly, she seemed filthy rich. That was no surprise. Since she was here at this party and happened to be an old acquaintance of E

Sapphire's POVI spun around to see my 'beloved' fiancé standing there, his eyes blazing with anger and something that I just couldn't really make out. His sudden intrusion caught me off guard. He stepped towards me and Adrian, his eyes never leaving mine. This felt like the time he had walked in on me and Austin at the store. Eric sure had a thing for making a dramatic entrance. It was like he practically lived for drama. He was always so dramatic! And annoying! And irritating!And so damn hot! – my subconscious added.It took every ounce of me not to roll my eyes at myself at this moment. And if I could talk to myself aloud right now, I would have said, "Shut the fuck up! This is a serious situation. I'm supposed to be mad at him, not admiring how hot he is.... Even though he is freaking gorgeous."But my subconscious was even more stubborn than I was. It continued...Seriously, it was like Eric descended from the heavens on a cloud of charisma and mischief. If being drop-dead gorgeo

Sapphire's POVToday is the day...I gazed into the full-length mirror, my eyes flickering and my delicate hands running down the fabric of my strapless white mermaid dress. I stared for a long time at my reflection as I trailed my fingers all over it. The fabric was a smooth, shimmering, sleek satin with intricate lace detailing and the tiny seed pearls that dotted it.It flowed down perfectly in a long train behind me. And my hair was held up in a proud, regal afro bun, with a tiara blinged out in tiny diamond stones. I sighed, my reflection staring back with a hint of resignation.I was finally getting married."Must be nice," I muttered to my reflection, my voice laced with bitterness and uncertainty. The thought of marrying a billionaire had its perks, yet here I was, standing and musing about it.I hadn't seen or spoken to Eric since his grandfather's birthday party a few days ago. He had sent me my wedding dress and everything else I needed for the wedding down to the bridal bo