Chapter 5

Chapter five 

Nathan

"Welcome everyone,"  The chairman of the event greeted, alerting everyone including me that 'my' wedding was about to begin. 

My fucking wedding. 

I turned to face the man dressed in some fancy suit and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Chloe do the same. 

I had to admit, she looked stunning. When she had stepped into the garden, I was damn sure my jaw had dropped to the freaking floor. Yeah, I wasn't proud of it, but I had to admit, she was beautiful. 

Chloe's curvy figure was accentuated in her wedding dress. I didn't care much for all the fancy frills of the dress, but the neckline- Fuck! The swell of her creamy breasts drew me in, taunting me as they jiggled with each step she took.

The insane desire to cart her off and bury my face in those mounds slammed into me, spreading wild hunger that licked at every cell in my body.

"Idiot," I muttered, looking away from her, trying to wake myself from the haze of lust. Lust had gotten me in the darned mess in the first place. 

Unable to resist, I stole another glance at her and saw her lips pressed in a line. 

Her blue eyes, the very same that had reeled me in that night like a fisherman to a siren, stared glumly at the man before them. There was a comfort in knowing she wasn't happy about the marriage just as I wasn't.

Perhaps she's faking it, my mind taunted and my lips rose in a sneer. Women were tricky. I had always known that about them from the get-go. They used their charms and wiles to deceptively get whatever they wanted. 

My eyes dropped to her belly. She wasn't showing yet that she was pregnant and while the rational part of me knew that it was normal as she was barely two months pregnant, the furious part of me wondered if there was any pregnancy at all. 

"You may kiss the bride," The chairman announced, jolting me to the present. 

Kiss the bride? That was it? I had been thinking throughout the entire procession. 

"How fucking lovely," I murmured snidely turning to face Chloe. 

Her big beautiful eyes stared icily at me and if I wasn't so pissed at myself, I would have laughed at how hilarious she looked. 

"We don't have all day!" Someone from among the guests yelled. 

"We know she's beautiful," Another urged.

I glanced at my parents wondering where the hell they had gotten so many people from. The wedding was supposed to be a fucking quiet one-

"Kiss her already!" 

"Fine!" I barked at the last speaker and grabbed Chloe's face, planting a swift peck on her lips. 

The crowd awed and oohed, while my insides twisted as I pulled away, unable to take my eyes off her lips. 

They had felt soft and plump against mine. But I knew they led to somewhere much more exciting. Her mouth. Her sweet, enticing mouth. 

I felt my body grow hard in need as every memory from that night came rushing back. The kisses we shared. I swallowed as I recalled the feel of her soft velvet mouth against mine, our tongues clashing and molding together. A shudder ran through my back and I stepped away from her quickly. 

Beside me, Chloe snickered, drawing my attention once again. 

"That was pathetic," she mumbled just loud enough for me to hear. 

"What?!" I spat, fury was slowly mixing with lust and I wasn't sure I was in my right senses anymore. 

Chloe simply smiled and turned as the Chairman announced, "Mr and Mrs Benjamin" , leaving me stewing in anger. 

*****

Whatever had happened afterwards at the wedding was a blur to me . I couldn't care less. After stepping down from the podium, I went to the bar to drink myself into oblivion. 

As I stumbled towards the door, I wondered where Chloe was at the moment as I tried to fish out my keys. We were supposed to have our honeymoon at some hotel, but I was too fucking drunk to remember where. 

"Honeymoon my ass," I snickered and laughed at my words, my hands trembling with the keys. "Dammit, who tied all these keys together?!" 

"Probably you, you dimwit!" Chloe's voice rang somewhere around me and I chuckled. 

"I must be wasted! I'm hearing things,"  

"Oh no, you'll be hearing worse things, by the time I'm fucking done with you!" Chloe screamed behind me and stunned me.

There she stood on the walkway, looking every bit like the goddess of vengeance in a silky silver gown that shone in the night. Her hair, blonde and soft, fell over her shoulders, reaching the swell of her breasts that peeked through the neck of the gown. 

Always teasing and taunting me. 

"You look beautiful," I breathed. 

I saw her eyes flicker, losing its anger for a while. Only for a while. 

"Sweet talking me won't work!" She spat. "Where the hell were you?! You disappeared and I kept waiting at the stupid hotel for you! Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is for a woman in a fucking wedding dress to be in a room and her husband is no where to be found?! The hotel attendants kept gossiping about me!" 

"And how the hell does that matter to me?!" I spat, throwing my hand in the air. "I never asked to be shackled to you!"

"I never asked to be either!" Chloe screamed. "This whole mess is all your fault! How the hell didn't you use protection-"

"Don't you dare put all this on me! Last I checked, I wasn't the one moaning and begging for more like a deranged nymphomani-" I could barely finish my words. A harsh smack landed on my cheeks and for a minute, we both stared at each other, heaving labored breaths. 

She slapped me! I realized in fury. The bitch had just slapped me! 

"Chloe!" I thundered and paused when she flinched, stepping away from me. I gripped her hand to hold her down, forcing her to look at me. "Don't ever do that again!"

The defiant woman looked up at me with tears glistening in her pretty eyes. When she spoke, her voice came out weak and tired. "Don't ever humiliate me again."

I felt the fight leave my body as soon as I saw how vulnerable she was. The gown she wore was a night dress. She must have left the hotel to search for me out of shame. A woman roaming the streets of South Carolina in search of her husband. 

Feeling like an awful jerk, which I probably was, I turned around and resumed fishing for the keys. When I finally opened the door, which took forever, I turned around to let Chloe in, but she had fallen asleep, sitting on a garden stone.