chapter 007 Kiss, Be Honest With Each Other

I went back to my bedroom and heard water crashing in the bathroom next door. It was Bradyn taking a shower.

I put the two agreements on the nightstand.

I had already signed it, and the assistant told me to bring it to Bradyn and sign it.

Then, each of us would keep a copy, making our marriage officially contractual.

At this point, my heart was racing a little, and I didn't know if it was because I was anxious to see how Bradyn would react to me signing without hesitation or if it was because he was on the other side of that frosted glass door, presumably undressed.

How can I put it? It's a very vivid image.

All I knew was that he dresses very well, but before today, I had never really imagined him naked.

I blushed and wanted to do something to take my mind off it.

My phone had been off all day, and when I finally turned it on, a barrage of notifications flooded in, as if my phone had caught a virus.

[Fiona, where the hell have you been?]

[What's going on with that marriage certificate? When are you going to give us a decent explanation?]

[If you don't come back, NEVER. We'll consider you dead out there forever.]

These messages, they're all from my parents and my brother Gilford.

In their eyes, the insult I suffered at the wedding wasn't as significant as the fact that I had vanished without explanation and married a stranger, which meant I had escaped their arrangements and control.

I deleted the messages and logged into my social media account.

I thought it would be the same kind of hurtful comments under my latest marriage certificate post.

Something like: She stole her sister's boyfriend..

she's a bitch.. whore. Blablabla.

But what surprised me was that there was not a single negative comment in my clean comment section.

[Good for you girl! That's how you get rid of cheating assholes!]

[Damon is such a jerk, coward. If he really likes Katherine, he can say it early, why on that poor girl's wedding day!! Fortunately Fiona is sober. ]

[The new husband looks so much nicer in the photo. I even think he looks a bit like the Elf King from the Lord of the Rings! Handsome and noble.]

Well... this is different from what I thought.

With Katherine's conniving schemes and Damon's aggressive nature, how could they let this happen?

They always managed to evade blame, no matter how disgusting their actions were; it always fell on me.

I exited the F******k and googled my wedding.

But even more incredible to me was that any information related to my wedding with Damon had been completely unsearchable.

It was as if overnight, countless media outlets had been silenced, and the

only topic of discussion was my new marriage.

Some people started speculating about the identity of my new husband based on a single marriage certificate I posted on F******k.

Some said Capel was descended from the French royal family, while others said Bradyn resembled the eldest son of a foreign minister.

However, compared to my speculation today that he is the "son of the President," their guesses were not that ridiculous, I must say.

The shower stopped ringing and Bradyn came out.

He was bare-chested, dripping with water and wearing only a bath towel around his waist.

I put down my phone and subconsciously popped out of bed and sat up.

He looked at me and then at the two agreements on the nightstand.

"There's no requirement to get up and greet your husband when you see him."

My face flushed involuntarily.

"I... No, I just thought you needed me to get your pajamas."

"Not for now."

Bradyn said thoughtfully.

I was not sure what "for now" meant.

Doesn't he need to get dressed after a shower?

Before I had time to think twice, Bradyn's strong chest was pressed toward me.

His lips on mine. It was not a peck, but a kiss kiss.

I was startled by this sudden attack, and struggled to escape, but was firmly held by his strong arm.

"I thought you'd read every clause before you signed it."

Bradyn's lips pressed against my earlobe.

I immediately understood what he meant. According to the marriage contract between us, I needed to fulfill the obligations of a wife, which included not refusing her husband's request for sex.

So now he's gonna have sex with me?

"We can have no wedding, but we can't have no wedding night."

Bradyn wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the lips again.

The hot, intense kiss made me tremble all over. My mind could hardly think of anything else.

He was a good kisser, indeed.

The tip of his tongue is smooth and warm, prying open my tense teeth, and I couldn't catch my breathing and even forget to close my eyes.

Damon's the only person I'd ever been with before.

Intimacy with him ended with a kiss, but never an exaggerated heartbeat like this.

Bradyn's enthusiasm also infected me, so that I could not help but love this mysterious and pleasant things, had the ultimate yearning.

He warmed me to oblivion, soft, and laid me on the big bed.

That soft touch put my spirit and body firmly into it, I could not struggle out of comfort, and out of Bradyn's deep love.

He knelt on the bed and edged closer to me.

I looked up to see his Adam's apple fluttering up and down.

Suddenly, he pulled off the bath towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his already hard cock.

It's the first time I'd been in front of an adult male body.

Majestic and masculine, like the god of war in a medieval fresco.

He leaned down and kissed me again.

I tried to respond, feeling his big rough hands on my shoulders and neck.

He pulled down my dress straps and touched every inch of my body.

Under the stimulation of that flirtatious caress, I actually made a moaning that I never thought I would.

I curled my knees, struggling to grip his tight, narrow waist.

"You look a little impatient?"

He ended the long kiss, lifted his arm halfway, and bent down again.

This time, he started kissing me except on the lips.

My eyes, my eyebrows, and finally my ears.

God knows why my ears are so sensitive!

When the tip of his tongue touched the first inch of skin on my ear, my body tensed.

His tongue. It gave me a heat that rolled through my veins, sent electric jolts along my nerves.

I tensed my body, nails tightly in his shoulder and back!

"Bradyn..."

I called out his name and heard him murmured in my ear.

"Fiona, spread your legs a little wider and relax yourself."

He held my waist tightly with one hand and his penis with the other, grinding it repeatedly between my legs.

I opened my mist-shrouded eyes and instantly reflected Bradyn's lake-blue eyes, sincere and trusting.

It's like they're expecting the same from me.

But in fact, I only showed the same butterflies and nerves as most women because I had sex for the first time.

I was worried that I wasn't acting well enough for him to see that I was equally sincere.

I also worried about whether my first sexual experience would affect my sexual attitude from now on.

I'd heard a lot of girls talked about it together, including my best friend Cynthia.

They said that most girls didn't have a particularly good first sex because they were not happy with the first time men.

What about me?

Can I have a good first time?

When Bradyn finally got into me, I didn't have the energy to think about that damn mess anymore.