Worst wedding night

SLOANE

“Can I have this dance, pretty lady?” I turn back to see Rowan’s grandfather smiling at me. I notice Rowan leaving the wedding before the reception. However, I keep smiling, trying not to let her people know how I’m feeling. This is my wedding reception, and once again my groom is nowhere to be seen. The guests are eating, dancing, and celebrating. But here I am all alone. Even if he doesn’t love me, the least he can do is make this day special. Not only did he come late, but he also left early. 

I don’t know much I can tolerate for the sake of keeping my parents and Rowan’s grandpa happy.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Sloane, my dear?” His grandfather continues, as he extends his hand for me. I place my hand on his gently and keep the other one on his shoulder. “It’s nothing, Grandpa,” I reply, trying to smile once again.

“It’s written all over your face. I don’t know where that grandson of mine has wandered to. I know this day is special for you, Sloane, and how much you’ve waited. This is one of the many reasons I picked you. I know you love my grandson, which is why I’m pleading and asking you not to give up on him. He may seem hard from the outside, but deep inside, he’s soft. And now it feels as if I’m making you suffer. I'm sorry, Sloane. I truly apologize for his unruly behaviour,” he says sincerely, and I wonder how he’d react if I tell him about Christine.

“When I reminded him about the marriage and fixed the date, he didn’t oppose it. Because I wouldn’t have forced anything on him. Everything that's happening now is because you haven't seen each other in a long time, he’ll come around, don't worry.”  His grandfather says softly, kissing my forehead.

“I am getting old, Sloane. I just want to make sure he is happy. Promise me you won't give up on him.” He looks away briefly, but not before I catch a hint of sadness in his gaze. “No, grandpa, it’s okay to want the best for him. Don’t worry about me, I am fine.I promise I won’t give up on him,” I promise him, even though I’m not sure how to fulfill the promise.    . 

We dance softly, and I keep Rowan out of my mind. After the reception, I say goodbye to my family, which leads to premium tears, goodbyes, and tight hugs. I will miss my family a lot. Especially when I know I can't tell them the truth about my marriage.

“I can’t believe you’re now a bride. My princess has grown up. I bought you a special wedding gift, and don’t forget to give me the tea tomorrow. I need details.” My best friend winks at me before I enter the car.

Knowing Catherine, she’s probably done something crazy. She has been going on about how she can’t wait for me to lose my virginity. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. What if I do something wrong? I’ve never been with any man before. The closer the car gets to the Rowans’ house, the faster my heart beats.

When we get there, some maids welcome me. The head maid, who introduces herself as Lizzie, leads me to a big room.“This is your room, Mrs. Prescott. Sir asked us to put your things here. The maids will help you freshen up and serve you dinner. Please, if you need anything, let me know.” She says respectfully, and I smile at her briefly. Does that mean he left the wedding to prepare for our wedding night? I blush softly before closing the door behind me. 

I take in the sight of the room again, and it’s big. It’s ten times bigger than my room. I open the closet, and I am surprised to see it filled with clothes. Does that mean he’s putting effort into this marriage?

I sit on the bed, and I’m amazed by how soft it feels. This is my new life. This is my new reality. I am now a wife. I am so overwhelmed right now. My chest is heavy with the weight of today. I move to the front of the mirror and gently take off my wedding gown. But damn these tiny buttons. I struggle to remove the buttons; they are too tiny. And I can’t rip the clothes apart. I sigh, frustrated, and continue battling with the buttons. The more I struggle, the tighter it seems to cling to me, like the dress doesn’t want to let go either. My eyes sting, but I blink rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall. Not tonight. Not because of him.

Until I feel a hand behind my shoulder. 

What the hell?

I look into the mirror, and our gaze locks before he looks away. Rowan is standing behind me. He’s no longer seeing his tux, and his shirt is slightly unbuttoned, giving me a slight view of his toned chest. I feel his finger graze my shoulder, brushing my hair to one side. My breath hitches.

What is he doing?

My skin burns whenever he touches, a tingling reminder of how much I’ve dreamt of this moment.  I look at him again and watch him unbutton the dress, the sound of the fabric loosening loud in the silence. The last button gives way, and the dress slips slightly off my shoulders. I clutch it against me, suddenly exposed.

“You should've asked the maid for help.” He says in his deep voice, making the hair on my neck stand.

“I have it under control,” I reply, looking at him through the mirror. But he stares at the ground. And it’s almost as if he’s avoiding my eyes. 

“Sure.” He mutters before shutting the door behind him as he leaves. 

I let the gown fall to the ground completely before having the best shower of my life. After showering, I put on my favorite pajamas, then called my best friend.

“Young lady, why are you calling me instead of getting laid?” She asks before I can say anything.

“I’m nervous. You know I’ve never done anything like this before. He even came to my room and helped me with my buttons. I don’t want to mess this up.” I groan in frustration.

“It’s normal to be scared. I remembered the first time I had sex, I was also scared, but the bastard made me feel good. And I have a feeling that Rowan won’t disappoint. Did you open the gift I gave you?” She says, mischievously. “You should open the gift. It will definitely help speed up things. And don’t call me again unless you want to tell him you finally had Rowan’s dick.” She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she hangs up.

I carry the box from where the maids put it and open it. Oh my goodness. Catherine is such a crazy girl. The box is filled with different lingerie, sexy underwear, thongs, and a handcuff.

What the hell am I using the handcuff for?

Without overthinking it, I pick a black lace see-through sexy night wear, and put on my robe. I really want to make this night special for Rowan. I head downstairs and hold the robe tightly, rubbing my Palm nervously. 

“Ma’am, I’ve served your dinner. I was about to come and get you.” Lizzie gestures to the dining table, waiting for my response. 

“I’m not really hungry. Uhm..please, where is Rowan?” I ask shyly.

“Mr.Prescott left a few minutes ago and asked me to serve dinner without him.”  

He left? Where did he go on our wedding night? Is he with Christine?

I clutch the robe tightly, trying not to cry. “I’ll have dinner later, thank you,” I say to Lizzie shortly, before heading to the sitting room.

I pick up my phone and call him. Why will he leave like that? The phone rings numerous times, but there’s no response. Just when I’ve finally given up, he picks up the call.

“Rowan baby…yes….oh my god…I think I’m going to c*m.” I hear the unmistakable voice of Christine, and my heart drops.

“C*m for me, baby,” Rowan says hoarsely, and I burst into tears. I should hang up, but I can’t bring myself to do that. It’s as if I’m paralyzed. My pulse hammers against my ribs.

“I love you, Rowan.” She says.

“I love you too, baby.” He replies in his deep voice.

“What about your wife?” She adds, as if she knows I’m listening.

“You know she doesn’t mean anything to me. Besides, I’m here with you, am I not?” He reassures her. A sudden jolt of different emotions runs through me as I hang up.

Pain. Sadness. Anger. Betrayal. Helplessness. 

I don’t have the chance to stand up before darkness engulfs me. I didn’t do anything to deserve this from you, Rowan.