Wedding(2)

Jules let out a loud groan as the red-haired girl, seated next to him, kept on hitting on him. Her left hand rested on his leg, and she stroked it in an up and down manner, irking him the more. 

He couldn't hide the sign of irritation that was present on his chiselled face. He scowled and plucked her hands off for the umpteenth time. Yet, she didn't relent.

Jules wasn't only annoyed by the girl, but also by the event going on. He had been dragged to this wedding ceremony by his mother, who never ceases to meddle in his affair.

She had forced him to be present here to see if he would find any girl that would interest him.

Though she hadn't said that, he knew what her motives were.

And the red-haired made it worse because everything she was doing was getting him pissed off. 

She fanned her perfectly made-up face with a manicured hand, and undid the only two buttons on the red blouse she donned.

Her ample bosoms almost sprang out of the cloth, and Jules couldn't help himself as his gaze centred on the soft mould of flesh. 

“Do you Jeremy Forrest take Maggie Stone as your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and cherish, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face for as long as you may live?”

Reluctantly, he removed his gaze from the creamy flesh of the girl beside him and watched the minister recite the vows. He wasn't following what he had been saying until now. 

His eyes travelled around the congregations. He noticed how packed the hall was. Aside from his influential side of the family, the girl Maggie was an actress. 

So, most people present were celebrities.

Jules didn't see his mother anywhere, but she had given the couple her blessings.

It wasn't like his brother would listen to their mother if she didn't want them to wed, Jules thought.

Jeremy was as hard-headed as she was.

“I do.” 

Jules' gaze travelled back to his brother, who was grinning from ear to ear as if he had won a lottery.

Then the process was repeated for the bride to recite her vows.

“You may kiss the bride!” The minister announced as the couples exchanged rings.

Applaud sounded all around the hall as Jeremy lifted the veil from his wife's face to claim her mouth.

The camera flashed, taking several shots of their lips attached and Jules could make out what the headlines would be later. 

Royal wedding.

One off the market and one more to go?

Jules rolled his eyes at the thought. He stood to walk out of the seat he was on, and away from the red hair.

He noticed the disappointed look on her face, but that didn't stop her from slipping a card out of her red clutch into his hands.

Her chest grazed his hand as she leaned in further to whisper in his ear. “Call me.” 

He would have found her southern accent a turn-on if she hadn't been throwing herself at him. Though he didn't mind, he had other business to attend to, which was the reason he was in this small town in the first place.

Jules shoved the note into the back pocket of his slack before walking off, not giving her a second glance.

A warm body slammed into him as soon as he stepped out of the cathedral. 

“Easy.” He murmured, gripping her by the shoulder to steady her.

He couldn't see her face due to the hairdo she had on, but he could make out soft skin underneath the navy blue suit she donned.

She yelped, and her hands clutched him in fright.

He noticed the familiar feelings her touch aroused, but he didn't dwell on it, as he desired to get out of the wedding venue as soon as he could.

Janice's body stilled as she heard his voice. A jolt of electricity wickedly sizzled up her arms and where her hands came into contact with his.

Her breathing ceased, and she slowly gazed up at him.

She had been slightly drunk that night, but she could recognize the voice. The voice of the man she had willingly given herself to. The man she had let be her first without thinking.

She had blamed it on the alcohol, but she knew it wasn't true.

She wondered how foolish she must have been to cheapen herself that way.

Nonetheless, berating herself was out of the question now, since the deed was done. And strangely, it felt so right. 

“Hey!”

Jules took notice of the wide-eyed lady in front of him, as well as the erratic breathing she was trying to keep at bay. The only explanation for her behaviour was, that she remembered that night, and him.

“Hi.” She forced out a smile.

“I guess we've met before,” Jules murmured casually.

“I guess so.” She repeated.

He noticed she was trying to get away from him, but he didn't know why.

Perhaps she realized the mistake she had made by giving herself to him. But, he didn't regret it and that amazes him since he never cared to take a second glance after a one-night stand because of the awkwardness after.

But this woman was different, in a startling way.

He was about to say something, but was interrupted by the newly-wed. 

“Hello to the only bachelor in the family.” Jeremy grinned as he slapped his brother's back.

“Hello, to my foolish brother, who thinks being in love is the best thing.”

Maggie tutted as soon as he said that. She stepped closer to where they were and punched his shoulder. “Jerk.”

Also, his mysterious one-night stand whose name he didn't know yet look as though she would murder him for what he had said. 

Jeremy shook his head, chuckling. “That's because you haven't found someone that makes your heart thump harder, someone that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach.”

“Yuck, you are such a girl.” Jules twisted his mouth as he stared at his brother.

“Janice!”

Jules watched as Maggie and the named girl hugged each other enthusiastically. It was obvious they were more than acquaintances. 

“I thought you weren't interested in coming!” Maggie hollered, even as they were close to each other.

“Please.” Janice did an eye roll and continued. “Why would I miss a wedding I matched?”

So, she was a matchmaker. Jules made an interesting observation as his eyes drank in her feature. 

Her winter-blue eyes that had captivated him the night before still do, and her blonde hair was in a boring fringe. Or perhaps she was on a wig, because he remembered her hair was long and soft to his touch.

Her blue trousers accentuated her perfectly shaped derrière, and he couldn't stop thinking about what he had done to them that night.

Her full lips, which were coated in bright red lipstick, crinkled at the side when she smiled, and he groaned as it stirred a feeling within him.

“I had been searching for you throughout the ceremony, but I couldn't find you,” Maggie said.

“Oh, I was outside, since I was trying my best, so your wedding wouldn't get destroyed.” She replied.

Maggie smiled. “Thank you for making this perfect.”

“Anything for you, best friend.”

Best friends? Fascinating, Jules mused. And he wondered why he hadn't seen them together, because he had known Maggie for at least five years now.

“Why don't you catch up with your brother? I'll be with Janice to check out how everything is going. Then I can show you that sexy lingerie I told you about.” Maggie winked at Jeremy.

“Oh, no! Too many details.” Janice fake gagged.

“I can't wait,” Jeremy licked his thin lips, and he tugged his wife to him.

“I might need to pluck out my eyes and cleanse my ears after tonight,” Jules mumbled, earning a glare from Maggie.

His eyes travelled to Janice, who did the same. For a moment, it looked as though they were the only people in this world. Until Maggie severed the connection by yelling her name.

He let out a sigh as he watched them move farther away from them. 

“You fancy her?”

“Maggie? She's your wife, bro.” Jules said, playing dumb. 

Jeremy chuckled. “You sneaky b*st*rd, you know who I'm talking about.”

Jules gave a half-shrug, but he didn't answer the question, though he knew who his brother had been talking about.