After the ceremony was over, Dalton made an excuse to pull me out of the wedding hall. I was grateful that I no longer had to witness any heartbreaking scenes for the rest of the day. Half of the day was torturous enough for me.
Dalton took me to our house. The moment I was inside the room I would be living in, I stripped out of my wedding dress, leaving myself only in my undies. I wore a snap-button bodycon dress and paired it with silver heels. As for makeup, I decided to go with a no-makeup make-up look. Once I was finished getting ready, I went out to where my husband was waiting for me.
Husband. It was weird being married to my best friend, especially to someone who knows about my past relationship with Carl. You heard it right. He knows about it and as for how he came to know about it - it was yours truly who told him. As I said, he's my best friend, someone whom I trust and someone who knows me better than I know myself. There have never been any secrets between us and nothing was stopping me from sharing my happiness with my friend. He was also the one who was trying to stand up for me and cancel the marriage but I stopped him.
Whenever I look at him, I feel a pang of guilt toward him. He should have married someone who loves him, not me. I should have refused the marriage and stayed single instead of convincing him to marry me. I acted on the impulse, thinking at least I would have my best friend to cry to.
Dalton looked up from his phone when I entered the living room. I looked around the living room now that I had the time to admire it. Dalton had purchased this house for us three days before our marriage. He wanted us to live where no one would be able to stuff their noses in. He liked his privacy and detested others' interference in his life. He purchased the house on the outskirts of the town for that sole reason. It was separated from the other houses and had good privacy. I was thankful that I wouldn't have any neighbors who would give me a pity-filled look.
Just so you know, the town we live in is a small town with a population of 1700 people. It means everyone here knows everyone. The whole town was aware of my little escapes with Carl. I don't know how it was kept secret from my parents but I'm thankful that they didn't expose anything.
Back in the present, the house was nice and pretty. It was designed in a cottage style to give it a cozy feel. The interior was a combination of beige and sage green, my favorite colors. Our bedroom, though, was covered in white. From walls to bedsheets, everything was white. Even our en-suite bathroom was white. Not that I'm complaining. I loved it a lot. It was the perfect blend of my and Dalton's tastes.
An arm circled my waist and pulled me flush against a hard chest. The familiar smell tingled my senses. His expensive cologne mixed with his natural smell calmed my nerves. His scent always works wonders when I'm stressed.
"Did you like our home?" he asked me in a hushed voice, as he was afraid of my answer. "Yes. I love it," I replied just as quietly. After the chaos aka my wedding, I needed peace and he provided me with that. I don't want to think about something or someone right now.
I turned around in his arms. My Sapphire blue eyes met his forest green ones. His eyes look beautiful every time I look into them. They represent nature and are just as calm. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.
It was a fake smile but a smile nonetheless.
"We should go now. The trip to the airport is long and we don't want to miss our flight," he suggested. I went ahead with his plan because why not? I'll just think of it as a much-needed vacation.
He has already put our suitcase away so I just have to settle myself in the passenger seat.
The trip to the airport was long, just like he said. After we checked in and settled in our seats, I let myself relax. Dalton's and my honeymoon destination was Hawaii while Carl and Amara decided to go to Paris. It was her dream honeymoon destination and she convinced him to go there. Not that I'm complaining. I don't think I would have been able to see them act lovey-dovey in front of me. That would have been unbearable.
It was an 8-hour trip from our town to Hawaii so I decided to sleep on the way. What's more affecting than sleep when you feel down? Nothing! This week has been tiring for me and now my body needs some healing.
~•~
After landing.
We checked into our room. It was more beautiful than it was on the website. It gave a perfect view of the ocean and the mountains.
"You take a look around while I take a shower," Dalton walked into the bathroom to take shower so I decided to change out of my clothes in the room. I changed into a crop top and shorts. Just as I finished changing, Dalton entered the room.
It was when reality knocked at my conscience. We might have married because of our fathers and to save our business, but it was the fact that we got married. And like any other man, Dalton has his needs too. My heart started beating fast inside my chest, it felt like it was going to burst any second now. I knew what was about to come and I wasn't ready for it. I don't think I ever would be.
I turned around to see Dalton in his boxers and making his way to me. He brought me to his chest, placed his hand on my waist, and kissed my neck.
I panicked, even though I knew Dalton would never go ahead with it if I said no. Dalton was like that. He was too much of a gentleman to have sex with a woman without her consent.
I tapped on his chest to gain his attention. He leans back to look at me.
"I'm not ready for it yet. Can we do it when I'm comfortable?" I said in a small voice.
"Of course," he said without hesitation and pulled away from me. "You know, I will never force myself on you, don't you?" I nodded my head.
"That's right. So, don't feel nervous around me. Nothing has changed between us. I'm still the Dalton you know," He kissed my forehead. "Come on, let's cuddle like old days."
We lay in bed together. He cupped my frame from behind and brought me to his chest. It was a normal thing for us. He always used to come to my room whenever I was upset and we'll fall asleep in each other's arms. He used to cheer me up whenever I was out of it.
I don't deserve him and I sure as hell don't deserve his love. He deserves someone who returns his love, not me, who can never acknowledge his feelings because I'm afraid to lose my friend.
I closed my eyes, letting sleep come to me. Tomorrow will be a new step toward my new life and I'm nervous about what the future has in store for us.
Before sleeping, my thoughts wandered toward Carl. What is he doing? Is he making love to her like he used to do with me? The thought alone makes my heart ache and keeps me up throughout the night.
I forcefully shoved the thoughts to the back of my mind so I could sleep. I need the energy to face the new day.
~•~
Our honeymoon was disastrous, because of me, of course. In the past week and a half, we didn't get to do anything fun due to my lack of energy. Every time Dalton asked me to go out, I made excuses to not go. I just wanted to wallow in self-pity and nothing else. I was unable to get Carl out of my mind. I tried my best not to think about him but my thoughts traced back to our memories together. I knew he didn't belong to me anymore, and that I should stop thinking about him but I just couldn't get him out of my system. He was imprinted on my heart and my soul. He was everywhere, and sometimes, he became an illusion. That summarizes our trip to Hawaii. Fortunately, our honeymoon was cut short due to a work emergency after one and a half weeks of me crying my heart out. As to why the vacation was cut short - someone from the company has stolen a large amount of money and our parents were freaking out so we have to end our honeymoon. It came as a relief to me. I felt bad about Dalton
Memories - they bring happiness, they make you sad, and they make you cry. Memories are special, that's why we all cherish them. The person who makes the memories sometimes becomes a memory. But I was erasing the memories that are deeply embedded in my mind. I burned every picture, every letter, and every gift that reminded me of Carl. I didn't leave any trace of him in my home. It was a fresh start for me and Dalton. I was determined to give Dalton what he deserved. I decorated the house with candles and prepared Dalton's favorite dishes. I set the table for us and decorated it with candles, rose petals, and fresh roses in the middle of the table. After I was done with the table, I went to our room to get changed. I wore a Dark burgundy red cut-out velvet dress. It reached my mid-thighs and enhanced my curves. For makeup, I choose to do a dark sultry look with brown eyeshadow, and nude lipstick. I straightened my hair and wore black ankle-strap heels, and with that, the look was c
Someone once said, "Your body can stand almost anything. It's your mind that you have to convince". I beg to differ. The closeness between us and the familiar body heat was making my body feel things I shouldn't. My mind is screaming for me to get away before we make the mistake that'll ruin our lives but I was frozen under his gaze, unable to move. How am I to resist when I could feel his desire for me? How am I to forget him when he keeps crawling his way near me? How could I ever forget our love? (45 minutes ago) When Dalton and I reached his parent's house, my parents, Amara and Carl, were already present and having a pleasant conversation in the dining area. Mr Miller urged us to take a seat. He was sitting on the head chair with Mrs Miller on his left and my dad on his right. On my father's right was my mom, and on Mrs Miller's left was Amara. As you can already guess, Carl was sitting beside Amara. The only seat left for me and Dalton was beside my mother. As I was lowering
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"You're so fucking beautiful when you're at my mercy," he commented, rubbing his cock against my wet folds to tease me. "You've been a very bad girl, wife," he added. "What did I do?" I panted, wiggling my ass at him. God, I feel like a whore the way I crave his cock and I love it. "You do this," he pressed his cock against the valley of my ass, rubbing it back and forth. I smirked, though he couldn't see that. I was proud that he couldn't seem to contain his desire around me. It made me feel things. "You make me hard every time you're near. You occupy my thoughts and it's hard for me to focus during work," he added. He sensually slid his fingers down my sides and rested his hands on the lower side of my ass. "You're a very bad girl for doing that," he started. "Do you know what happens to bad girls, wife?" he asked in a husky voice. I shudder, goosebumps rising on my skin. "They get punished," he whispered in my ears. I swear I almost moaned. I know a little about kinky stuf
My fingers dwelled faster inside me. I was on edge because anyone could enter the bathroom and hear me moan, and it gave me so much thrill, I almost came. "Are you stroking yourself?" I asked him. "Yes," he rasped, letting me see him stroke himself through the screen. I wish to see him stroke his cock when we're in front of each other. It was torture to see him through the phone. To understand how it came to be, we need to trace it back to this morning. Morning. "This will be the final draft for the upcoming season's clothes. Please get the stock ready by next month," I instructed my employees and dismissed them. All of the employees left one after another, all except Amy. "Do you need something, Amy?" I asked her. "Yes," she replied rather quickly and plopped down on the seat opposite me. "What is it?" I asked her. "Let's go out for dinner tonight. It's been so long since we have spent time together," she whined. "You're so busy fucking your man that you don't pay attentio
Amy welcomed me with a glare when I went back to our table. What is this? I didn't think Karma would hit her in the face so soon. I snorted. "Are you aware how long you were gone? I was freaking worried something bad happened but I was tied to my seat because I feared someone would spike our drinks. I tried calling you but it said you're busy. You,"... She stopped midway. "You are glowing. It's as if you just have an orgasm," she commented. Of course, she could tell in an instant. Amy has a hidden talent for recognizing a face after a satisfying orgasm. When she saw me flushing at her words, her mouth hung open. "Oh, my fucking God. Where is Dalton? Where is he? I never expected him to get down and dirty in a public place," she frantically looked around, searching for Dalton. When she didn't spot him, her mind came up with the worst situation. "Don't tell me you cheated on him." She leaned forward and whispered, making sure to keep the conversation between us. When I gave her