CHAPTER 5

Chapter 5

There was something about foreplay that made you unprepared for the real thing.

I mean, you're already screaming from pleasure hence you forget just how high you can actually ascend.

The minute Anthony buried himself inside me, I died. One thrust from him and I was instantly revived. My body jerked roughly, the orgasm ravaging through me like a merciless intruder. 

My mouth was wide open but no sound formed. My eyes rolled inward, my brain completely rewired. 

“Yes,” Anthony grunted, pulling out and slamming back in. “Come for me. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

Tears sprung in my eyes. The climax was dragging way longer than usual, taking my breath away.

I trembled, a sobbing sound escaping my throat.

He kept pounding into me, hitting all the right spots. How possible was it for me to reach yet another orgasm when I was still riding the highs of the first one?

Well, we were about to find out.

“Anthony,” his name came out sounding like worship. 

“Yes,” he growled, hands fisting into my thighs. His face was twisted in concentration, veins popping out of the sides of his neck. “Fuck, you taste better than I remember.”

I let out a loud moan, reaching down to play with my pussy. 

Anthony nodded, picking up pace. “Touch yourself, yes. Be a naughty girl for me. Ohhh fuck,” he shuddered. “You're going to be the death of me. God.”

His head fell back, groans echoing out of his lips with every thrust. I tried to watch him, but it was hard to keep my eyes open with the amount of pleasure coursing through me.

My body betrayed me once again. The orgasm this time was more violent. I couldn't hold back the scream or his name that sounded like some sort of prayer.

It felt like I was floating in the clouds, basking in the euphoria of being one again with the man I loved.

The man I loved…

Through my blurry vision, I saw the features on his face contort deeply as he pulled out of me and began stroking his dick. His groans got louder, his other hand on my thigh pressing hard enough to leave a bruise.

He was heartbreakingly beautiful.

My lips parted. “Come for me, pretty boy.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” 

The warm liquid spilled on my stomach, Anthony collapsing onto me. 

My mind reeled. Two nerve-wracking orgasms and the body of the devil disguised as the sexiest man was too much for my drunken self to take.

So once more, I drifted into unconscious.

As the darkness enveloped me, I heard his voice, like something warm wrapping around me.

“You are my doom.”

I smiled. 

What a beautiful dream this has been!

**********

If I ever got the opportunity to change the world, the first thing I would take away is hangovers.

I mean, the terrible decisions I make is more than enough consequence for drinking too much. Why add the headache?

My eyes snapped open as sunlight stabbed directly into my skull.

"Fuck." The word came out hoarse.

My head felt like someone had replaced my brain with a marching band.

I groaned and buried my face into the pillow. I couldn't deal with this now. Maybe if I got a little more sleep, the headache would go away.

And who knows? I could even get another disastrous orgasm in my dreams.

I nuzzled into the pillow, a small smile on my face. One which disappeared as the loud buzzing of my phone broke the silence.

“Ughhhh!” I groaned. 

Who the hell was calling me this early?

I tried to ignore it, but the sound refused to stop. Frustrated and with the determination of a dying soldier, I reached for the phone on the nightstand.

As the screen lit up, my eyes widened.

Eighteen missed calls.

Twenty-seven messages.

Four voicemails.

My stomach dropped.

Mary: WHERE ARE YOU?

Tonia: The makeup artists are here.

Sarah: DAISY PICK UP YOUR PHONE.

Sarah: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE DEAD…

The date at the top of my screen finally registered.

Wedding Day.

"Oh my God." I shot upright.

The room spun immediately. "OH MY GOD!"

My wedding. My actual wedding. I was late to my own wedding.

I threw the blanket aside, making to step out of bed. However, one step forward and I froze. My hands shot out to cover my mouth, stifling the scream that was just at my throat.

It wasn't a dream.

The man at my window, the crying confessions, the double orgasms… it wasn't a dream.

“God,” I mumbled, my life flashing before my eyes. “What have I done?”

Anthony laid on my bed, fast asleep, broad shoulders bare and catching the sunlight, his face peaceful in a way I had never seen.

Like he hadn't just put a time bomb on my fucking heart.

My phone rang again.

Reality slapped me.

"Right. Wedding. Groom. Massive life-altering catastrophe."

I scrambled out of bed, ignoring every muscle in my body protesting. I gathered my clothes from the floor with all the grace of a raccoon digging through trash.

The entire time, I kept glancing back at Anthony. 

Please don't wake up.

Please don't wake up.

Please don't wake up.

Because what would I say if he did?

Sorry for sleeping with you?

Sorry I'm marrying someone else in a few hours?

Sorry I still love you?

Yeah. No.

I slipped my shoes on and practically sprinted toward the door. My hand landed on the knob and I looked back one last time.

My chest twisted painfully. I took in a deep breath and left.

About twenty minutes later, I drove into the parking lot of a hotel. I nearly collided with Sarah on my way into the building lobby.

"There you are!" My maid of honor screamed. “You gave us a heart attack. What the fuck happened?”

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, chuckling awkwardly. “Comfy bed, couldn't help but sleep in.”

Her eyes narrowed immediately. "Why do you look like that?"

I blinked. "Like what?"

"Like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards."

"That's oddly specific."

"Daisy."

"I drank too much." I blurted out. 

Sarah stared blankly at me.

“What?” I defended. “Weddings are terrifying.”

"You know what?” She sighed. “I don't even care anymore. We have exactly one hour before people start panicking."

"People already are panicking." I mumbled. 

By people, I meant me.

"Good point.” Sarah agreed. “Now move."

Our hotel room was chaos. The second I walked through the doors, applause broke out.

"You made it!"

"Finally!"

"She's alive!"

I forced a smile. Inside, I was dying. Anxiety was a cruel thing. With something like what I had done, the leverage it had over me was huge.

Seconds turned to minutes and I couldn't get the blur off my vision. I felt like I was sitting somewhere, quietly watching it all unfold.

After the makeup, hair and jewelry, it was time to put on the dress. The dress that I had picked with Daniel two weeks ago. He had stared at me like I hung the stars then went on to tell me how much he loved me.

I thought that would be a memory I would always cherish. But now, it brought tears to my eyes.

And no, they weren't tears of joy. 

It felt like I was wearing a costume.

Everyone around me was gushing and fawning over how beautiful of a bride I was, but I barely recognized the person in the mirror.

If they knew what I had done… if they knew that there was another man in my bed…

“It's time!” A squeal echoed at the door.

My mother appeared in front of me, her eyes wide with joy. “You look happy, my baby.”

I chuckled bitterly, the truth sitting heavily in my throat. 

She took my hand. “Let's go get you married.”

I couldn't breathe. 

The sound of my heart pounding in my chest overshadowed the music drifting through the speakers.

My hand clutched tight around the bouquet in my hand. Rows of guests stretched before me, all of them with smiling faces that hurt to see.

I couldn't do this.

At the end of the aisle stood Daniel, looking like everything I ever wanted. He smiled when he saw me and my heart stopped.

I couldn't do this.

The roaring in my head got louder. The images of my legs spread apart with Anthony between them ravaged my mind. 

This was wrong.

This was wrong.

“Daisy,” My mother's voice drifted through my ears. “What's wrong?” 

“I…” I glanced at her. “I can't…”

My words were cut short as a loud glitch sound echoed in the room. The music seized and in its place… came my voice.

“I'm getting married tomorrow? Biggest joke of the century, because how does it make sense that I'm getting married to someone else when I still feel all these things I feel for you.”

My blood ran cold.

“Anthony, when I close my eyes, it’s you I see. Not him. You are the one my body remembers. He doesn’t make me feel this way.”

Someone gasped beside me. “Anthony?”

The whispers rose, confusion spreading across the room like a roaring fire. The smile on Daniel's face vanished, horror creeping into his eyes.

The flowers slipped out of my hands, disbelief clouding my chest.

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't…

Right in front of me, a video displayed onto one of the projectors. A video of me and… him.

“Fuck me!” “Please.”

Hot panic rose in my chest like a wave of unforgiving waters. I didn't think twice. No, I didn't think at all.

In the thousand dollar dress Daniel had bought for me, I turned and I ran.

And not once did I look back.