Chapter Five: Shook(18+)

(Song: Be Someone by Benson Boone)

BRANDON

(A night before my wedding: 18+)

"Come inside." I heard the voice of my soon to be wife, Belle. She had called me earlier.

"Hey baby." I said, going inside.

"My love." She opened her arms and I went into them.

"How are you? Is there a problem?" I asked with concern on my face as I cupped her cheeks.

"Of course, no. I wanted to spend time with you before our wedding tomorrow. I have a movie I want us to see together." She passed me a box of popcorn.

"Woah. You got this all planned out." I said with a chuckle.

We were done with the movie in about an hour or so, not quite sure. I decided it was time for me to go, but when I was about standing, her hand clamped down on mine.

"Stay with me tonight, Brandon." She darted her eyes to me, her hands loosening the belt of her robe.

I was on the verge of bringing up the old wedding saying, of the groom not seeing his bride before the wedding... However, now, her robe was open, revealing her bare flesh and shoving those words down my throat.

Damn! She caught me real bad. That wedding saying was old after all.

I swallowed hard. It's not as if I haven't seen her naked before. I have, countless number of times yet each time my breath is always knocked off at such beautiful sight.

"I... I... I have to lock..." I stuggled with my words, my gaze on her breasts.

"It's locked already." She drew me back to the bed as she started with undoing my buttons. I was shocked at how fast she was with it. Her hands went to my shorts, rubbing my hard length. She was close to taking them off when I stopped her. I wasn't going to let our love making session go easy this time around.

"I have to take charge, baby." I dropped to my knees, dragging her towards to my face. I parted her thighs slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. She gasped when I slipped a finger inside her wetness as my thumb rubbed her clit in circles.

"Oh Brandon!" She moaned loudly when I replaced my thumb with my lips, putting a second finger into her. Her thighs came around me, squeezing me in. I was stroking my cock with my other hand, getting it ready.

"Tone it down, baby. You don't want to wake our guests." I whispered, then continued sucking her bulb, my fingers going back and forth. I increased my pace which drove her to the edge. She screamed my name.

Despite her reaching orgasm, I didn't stop with my sexual torture. I gripped her ass as I pulled her forward, my tongue driving into her with full force. I rubbed her clit with my thumb again.

"Ohhh!" She moaned. I could feel her second orgasm building up through her husky breaths. I sped up with the movement of my tongue until she came.

I climbed back the bed and pulled her into an embrace. I muffled her cries with my lips. "Don't cry, my love." I was getting apologetic.

We were just getting started. I intend on giving her two or three extra orgasms, with my c*ck this time.

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(Five hours to my wedding)

I got back to my room safely without anyone seeing me coming out of Belle's room, most especially my sister, Ellen. She was Belle's maid of honor.

The moment I sat down on the bed, my phone rang. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at my phone screen. It was an unknown number.

Who could that be?

I put the call through. "Hello, Brandon King speaking."

"Ahh, finally, you picked." A man's voice sounded over the other side. His voice was so unfamiliar. "You must have enjoyed yourself last night, making love again and again to your fiancée. How impatient of you both?"

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, my voice firm. I was a bit uncomfortable hearing him say that about Belle and I. He was watching us make love. How is that even possible?

"It doesn't matter, King. Now, listen. You're not getting married today. Pack your things and leave that hotel immediately." The man commanded.

I burst out laughing. "You are so funny. And what makes you think I'd listen to you. Let me sound this as a note of warning." My voice turned cold. "Don't make me come for you!"

"It seems you want to go the hard way then. If you don't leave as we speak, I'm going to spill your family's secrets to everyone, starting with fiancée. I hope you know how she is connected to them. She's going to hate you so much if she ever finds out."

"What do you want? Name your price. Fifty million, hundred million, whatever. I'd give it to you. I can't leave my wedding. It's not possible." Sweats of fear tricked down my back. I thought I had buried those secrets a long time ago. Where did this man come from?

"I don't want your money. Do as I say or..."

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

"You're already fucked, King." The idiot laughed before ending the call.

Jesus Christ! No, no, no. This is not happening. I can't leave Belle." I paced around my room, my head burning with ache.

Then I remembered the words of my blackmailer, She's going to hate you so much if she ever finds out.

"Shit! Fuck!" I muttered silent curses. This was going to be one of my hardest decisions. I chose to leave. I'd rather she hates me because of this than her finding out the truth.

I packed every of my stuff into my bag before leaving my room. When I got to Belle's door, I was close to going inside her room, see her face for the last time and explain to her why I was leaving.

This is for the best, Brandon. There's no need explaining anything. You would only hurt her the more.

"I'm so sorry, Belle. I love you so much." With that, I went downstairs.

"Take me to the airport." I said to my driver.

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(Two months after my failed wedding)

The same person who threatened to spill my family's secrets had called me again some weeks ago. He instructed me to audition for a reality TV dating show.

"Why? What for?"

"See you at Fiji, King."

I succumbed to his commands as a weakling. He destroyed a huge part of me after making me leave the love of my life on our wedding day.

The day of the show's opening was here and I was introduced as the last contestant. I strolled in like a lost dog, not sparing a glance at the other contestants. I was speaking to the host, Logan, when I felt a sudden urge to look around, then it fell on... Wait... Is that not... I blinked my eyes. It was the woman of my dreams sitting down amongst other females, looking at me with a smile on her face.

It took all the self control in me not to go to her and plead for her forgiveness and tell her everything. I received another bout of shock when my sister, Ellen came in with two glasses of water.

Ellen is here as well

My eyes were on Belle through out till it was time for her to choose her partner.

I wasn't expecting her to choose me, though a tiny bit of me wished a miracle to happen. What she did next shook me to the core. Not only did she choose the man close to me, she went ahead to kiss him passionately...just as she would do to me when we were still a couple.

In my head, I had already choked him to death. I let out a deep breath. If this was some form of punishment for breaking her heart, I would gladly accept it...for now.

After the coupling session, we were told to go inside. Before that, I noticed that one of Belle's earrings was on the floor, beside the couch where she had sat on. I picked it up and put inside my pocket, knowing fully well she would come looking for it. The game has begun already.

"What's up, man." One of the male contestants named Richard greeted, his hand stretched out for a handshake.

I was already responding when I felt something cold on my back.

"I'm so..." Belle's words got stuck to her throat when she saw it was me.

She was so close to me. I wanted to kiss her so badly, to wipe off the taste of that bastard's lips from hers.

"Hey Belle. Been looking for you everywhere." Her partner came up to us, his hand sliding over her waist.

My jaw tightened. I hope I'd be able to endure this torture for a long time.