Chapter 6

Alexander tried so hard to focus on the wedding and not think of his brother, who had just threatened him in his own house. He stood at the altar, forcing himself to smile as he caught sight of his father sitting at the forefront of guests, an observing expression on his face.

The pianist increased the tempo of the tune as all eyes turned to Maren, who was walking down the aisle accompanied by one of Alexander's uncles.

In almost no time, Maren was standing at the altar, flashing the realest smile she could form as she stared at Alexander.

‘What if it's not worth it, Maren? What if mom was right?’ her mind raced as soon as the priest began making them recite their vows.

“I do," she replied, and her voice echoed in her head.

Everywhere went silent as Maren stared straight at Alexander, waiting for the next action. Suddenly, there were amusing cheers from the crowd, and Maren was forced to turn towards the cheer.

Right there, walking down the aisle, was Nathan, walking steadily and excitedly to the altar bearing the ring. Maren was surprised but couldn't help but smile, her anxiety suddenly drifting off.

Nathan got to where they stood and raised the cusion to his mom, beaming.

“Oh Nathan. Who put you up to this?” Maren asked quietly. The priest chuckled and relieved him of it.

Before she could say another word, Alexander bent to his level with a wide grin. His hand caressed Nathan's hair.

“Did I do good, Alex?” Nathan asked excitedly.

“You did great, little man,” Alexander said and extended his knuckle for a fist bump, which Nathan took, elated.

Maren looked back at Alexander when Nathan had left, with surprise written over her face, but she decided to leave the questions till the end of the ceremony.

“That was quick,” Maren said when the ceremony was finally done and everyone was about and chatting with one another.

“What was quick?"

“Turning my son to your side and all."

Alexander clicked his tongue, looking far off. “It wasn't easy, but the lad is free spirited so we worked it out”

“You…”

"Well son, I'll commend you on this one,” his dad's frail voice came from behind and they both turned to face him. He was in a self propelled wheelchair, a smirk played on his lips.

“Thanks dad," Alexander said with a brief smile. “Most of it was Maren's idea. She really has an eye for perfection. Isn't that right, baby?" He asked, turning to her.

The thought of him calling her baby sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at him and back at his father before flashing her brightest smile. “It was my pleasure really, Philip."

"Also, I heard that was your son back there” Maren froze on the spot and she could feel the tension in Alexander's body too. They'd left that detail out in their plot.

“Yes, Nathan he's…

“Such a brilliant child he is,” Mr. Blackwood said. "The boldness to walk down the aisle. You don't see that every day. If only Tim to birth a child before my days are up”

There was an uncomfortable silence which hung between awkward and embarrassment, but none of them voiced anything.

"Alright, it's time to head back to the hospital,” he announced, checking his wristwatch. “Congrats once again, Tim." The wheelchair began moving away and two guards walked closely behind.

They watched as Nathan walked up to the wheelchair, but they couldn't hear their conversation as they were far off. All they could see was Nathan giving him a fist bump before happily strolling to where they stood.

“Hi, little man,” Alexander said, bending to his height.

“Grandma said to get mummy, Alex.” His tiny voice sounded like a children's melody.

“Now where is grandma, baby? And rose?" Maren said, taking his hands away from Alexander's.

"They're standing by the house with a lot of people,” Nathan replied, stressing the ‘lot’ indicating he didn't like the amount.

“Alright, let's go then,” she replied, baring her dress in one hand and holding Nathan's hand in the other, leaving Alexander behind.

“Mummy?” Nathan asked when they had walked some distance. “Is Alex going to be my daddy?"

*****

"Aren't you one big, badass actor?”

Maren shrieked and turned around to see Alexander standing at the door. "Don't do that. You scared me," she said, turning back to the clothes she was unpacking, ignoring his compliment.

He walked further into the room and closed the door behind him. “Just got off the phone with my dad. He seems really convinced by your act”

"Well, good for you,” she replied, obviously uninterested in the conversation. She walked over to the large wardrobe, but before she could open it, she felt a hand around her waist.

Alexander drew her closer, planting kisses on her neck, and she also couldn't resist. He slowly traced his way to the button of her jeans and slowly unbuttoned it.

“No, stop,” she said and pulled away from his grip and away from where he stood. “This is not an actual marriage. I don't have to do anything with you because I'm living in your house, Alexander," she said, resuming what she was doing.

”You're mine now. You'll do what I want." he had resumed his place behind her. He slid his hand into her jeans and into her underwear, finding his way to her clitoral area.

Moans escaped her lungs as he caressed her clit with his fingers, he had to shield her mouth with his other hand as her moans got louder by the minute. He withdrew his hand and turned her to face him, locking her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

In seconds, different clothing flew around the room as Alexander continuously thrust his already erect manhood into her from behind, nonstop.

Slapping sounds filled the room, accompanied by moans and soft bed creaks. “god, I hate you, Xander,” Maren moaned, her brows creased in intense pleasure. Alexander kept going.

“Fuck! I missed this,” Alexander moaned as he finished all over her.

“This is wrong, Xander," Maren said as she laid down on the bed, panting. There was silence after that, as though both were thinking about what they'd just done.

“Nathan called me dad"