15: A Lady And Her Gent

My cheeks are cherry red with embarrassment. 

I avoid the wide eyes of everyone and keep adjusting my dress as guilt gnaws in my chest. I stand beside Ella and her groom, and the chatterbox ladies. 

Slowly, I turn to steal a glance at my tormentor. He relaxes in his seat, so unbothered. When our eyes meet, he squeaks.

The hell! 

“By the power bestowed upon me, I announce you husband and wife!” 

The pastor’s declaration makes the guests burst with excitement. I refocus on the couple.

“You may kiss your bride.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone. 

Peter and Ella have a blissful moment. We dance behind them as they walk outside of the building. Ladies rally around the bride, ready to catch the bouquet. I’m in front of them, with the three musketeers beside me. 

Somehow, their words creep into my head, and they eye me as if they know I'm diving for it. 

‘Damn them and go for that bouquet!’ My brain scolds me. 

I’m floating in my thoughts when something rough smacks my face and lands on me. Obeying my swift reflex, I catch the object in my arms before looking down to see it’s… the bouquet?! 

Ella’s soft giggles make me look at her. She did this on purpose. “I’m sorry.” She clings to Peter and chuckles. “You're next.”

The crowd cheers, with my mum’s voice being the loudest. 

“I knew it.” Alexis scoffs. “I hope the next goes well.”

The other two cackles. “If it happens twice, then we can’t blame the men…”

An arm slips around my waist, pulling me out of my angry state, and into his warmth feel. I don’t have to look back to know who it is. 

He gently twirls me to face him. 

His grip gently tightens, pulling me close so that my body rubs against the fine fabric of his suit. I see a hint of his chest tattoo from the open top buttons. 

“Plastic…” he frowns after sniffing the bouquet. “Leave it for the random ladies.” He pulls it from my hand and carelessly tosses it at the three musketeers. 

They gasp. 

My drama-loving man!

“What are you doing?” My eyes widen as I whisper. “It’s my sister’s bouquet and you can’t do that.”

His brows knit in the middle as if his mistake just dawned on him. He's just an innocent cocky ass addicted to high life. 

“Oh… Forgive me.” He turns and signals Alexis to hand it over.

Smitten and dumb, she does. “I’m sorry… Hmm, you’re welcome…” she fools around. 

To my surprise, he goes down on a knee, with the bouquet in hand. He easily pulls the crowd like he paid for their time. 

“I apologize, my lady.” He stretches the bouquet upward. “Do you forgive me?” 

My eyes scan the others as they watch…

Unexpectedly, the egg vibrator in my body teases me, shooting ripples of excitement up my spine. I jerk upward and forward and clench my thighs. 

“Yes!” The word flies out of my mouth. “You didn’t have to.” I whimper, breathing unevenly. 

He just smirks like an innocent lamb. 

The Devil’s freaking Saint. 

*** ***

Once the church event is over, most of the guests head down to the reception ground, while a few leave for home. It turns out that others that didn’t attend the church wedding, are in the reception area.

It’s an open-air reception. 

The vast field is decorated in pink and white. The tables and fancy chairs are finely wrapped in beautiful covers. Bottles of wine and food and everything yummy are on each table. 

Coupled with the cool summer weather, the setting is just wonderful! 

I’m now in my after-party dress, the same as the other girls and Ella. Her wedding dress is a convertible, so she simply removes the tail and other clippings. Mine is a knee-high light chiffon dress. 

“You look beautiful, honey.” I pout and fan over her. 

Remi and her clique rally around us. Their makeup is now glowing. They look like Barbie dolls… just with a skunk attitude. 

“You’re so fortunate, Elle.” They groan at her nickname and chuckle.

“I’ll go serve the guests.” I fake a smile and excuse myself before they even crawl under my skin. 

Serving the guests is a perfect distraction. I smile and greet and… 

Fuck! 

The ball in me taunts me inside out. I feel my body burn with raw need. I clasp my thighs together, suppressing the too-good feeling spinning inside of me. With increasing intensity, it grows to my belly. 

“Monster,” I murmur and stiffen. 

My body is about to explode. My eyes are teary with dirty desires. It’s so bad that if I get him on sight, I may hump on him and fuck his face in public. 

Oh, fuck!!! 

I fall forward and lazily grab the backrest of a chair for support. My legs twist terribly. 

“What’re you doing?” I murmur as if he can hear me. 

The lady I’m leaning on her chair turns to look at me. Her curious eyes scan along my twisting body. “Is there a problem?”

YES!!! I want to scream at the top of my lungs. 

“No, ma’am…” I sigh instead. “I’m… I’m sorry.” I mumble foolishly and pull upright to gain composure. 

One. Two…

I count my steps. 

“Hmm…” I moan softly when my pussy clamps and I jerk like a spanked child. My body opens up, streaking warm slimy fluid down my thighs. The ball falls with a clatter and rolls in the wild.

Oh, my fucking god!!! 

In shame, I look away, while others stare at the dancing ball, wondering where it came from. 

“Holy Lord… Nathan!” A lady cries out.

I turn to see her running towards her toddler. The little boy is playing with the ball and brings it close to his face. Before he can lick or sniff it, she smacks it off his hand and swings her baby in her arms. 

“Nasty freak.” She sighs and looks at me as if she knows, then storms out.

I’d be pissed too. 

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. It feels like the ground should open and swallow me up. To keep my hand stable, I itch my hair and look around to find the asshole. 

With a glass of wine, he lounges under a shade, legs crossed like a gentleman. He smirks, fully aware of what he’s done.

I fucking hate him! 

The event is soon coming to an end. I walk down to the fully decorated shelter for the bride and the groom. Ella notices me hovering around and leaves Peter’s side for me. 

“Sissy?” She calls out my attention. 

I spin around to find her behind me. A warm smile lights up my mood. 

“Uhm… first,” I heave a heavy sigh. “Congratulations. Second, I want to apologize for disrupting your wedding… day… it’s not intentional.” I rap like a dummy. “I swear. I wasn’t tryna do stupid shit…”

She giggles, taking me by surprise. “Sissy, I kinda feel jealous and angry that you got the best attention… but I’m happy that you’re happy after so long.” She smiles as her voice trails off. “I like him for you.”

I blink back tears. 

I’m not sure if I like him for me. They have zero idea who that ‘supposedly’ gentleman is. 

“Where is he?” She asks out of the blue. 

“Maybe somewhere around…” I turn to find him in his initial position, but he isn’t there. My eyes sweep the crowd, still absent. 

‘What mischief is he up to?’ I question in my head.

“Uh…” I mumble.

“Just say the truth already, lady.” Remi lashes out from nowhere. Her harsh tone pulls unwanted attention.

Ella looks stunned. “What truth?” 

Alexis shrugs. “That she hired a stranger to pull that stunt!” 

“What?” I gasp, hit by their bizarre allegation. 

She dares me as she rolls her eyes at me. “Yes. Just say the truth and be free. You shouldn’t have let your desperation drive you this far.” She waves her long nails at me. “Were you trying to prove a point or steal her shine…”

“Or maybe ruin her day.” Scarlet mocks. A mean girl, she covers her mouth in her palms and chuckles.

“Don't listen to them…” I mumble. “I… I can’t do that… gosh.” 

By now, the crowd has clustered around us.

Still, he’s absent!

My confusion skyrockets. I’m quite anxious. 

“Then how did you meet him?” Remi resumes. “Mopping floors and dusting windows?…”

“Maybe wiping her old grumpy boss's ass.” Alexis cackles.

“Stop!” Ella cries out. Her face is a mix of anger and pain. “Stop with this nonsense, okay!?”

“Eww, Elle.” Alexis pouts. “Your sister is the creepy one. Fine. Ask her the name of her lover.” She looks amongst her clique. “We heard her call him ‘monster’” She clicks her fingers in the air. 

My lips quiver. I just mop like a zombie. 

“It doesn't matter,” Ella yells. “If you don't like my sister, at least respect her because of me.”

“Well, let her fucking say his name!” They chorus.

In that instant, a deafening nose accompanied by heavy wind that tosses our clothes about, magnets the crowd to the direction of it. 

The ladies clamp their dresses to avoid going naked. The men cover their faces. 

A sleek, black luxury helicopter descends. Its polished rotors whirring. It touches down in the open field. Guests gasp, eyes widening as the chopper's gleaming chrome accents catch the sunlight. 

The door opens and a tall man in a pair of clean suits climbs down in grand style. He bends over to avoid the whirring rotors. Three men follow behind like bodyguards. 

Monster!?

My breath gets caught in my throat. A wave of relief washes over me. It feels like a dream…

In long strides, he approaches us. 

“Monster.”

I murmur and dive into him, dumping my weight on me. As if he expects the drama, he spreads his arms and wraps me up in a warm hug. 

“I am whatever my lady calls me.” His polished accent beats in the crowd.

My world breaks beneath me and I start sobbing.

In silence, he strokes my back, up and down my spine, and plays with my hair. One. Two. Three. He plants light kisses on my forehead and nuzzles my scalp.

“Such a crybaby.” He teases.

I sniffle and smack his chest. My breath is shaky. “It’s not funny!” 

He chuckles, bumping his chest into me. “Pardon me, mama.” 

Again, I lean into him and try to even my breath. I shouldn’t be this clingy. 

He signals one of the guards and he steps forward. He’s holding a big fancy bag. 

Curious, I pull away to see what it is. 

“Here,” he hands it over to me. “Just something small for my queen.” 

My lips part in awe. 

I’m not used to this goofy feeling… not even before a multitude. 

My palms are suddenly sweaty. With shaky hands, I take the bag and begin to pull out the gifts in it. A handcrafted exotic wood box, wrapped in 24K gold leaf. 

To'ak chocolate?!

Next is a fine flower bouquet. There’s a small ribbon with a label on it; Yusif. A small velvety box catches my eye. Cartier is crested on it. 

He helps me with the bag just so I can unbox my gift. My hand is shaky. When I finally open it, it’s a sparkling blue diamond necklace. ‘Monster’ is inscribed on the pendant!

“Oh, my god.” My lips quiver. I just mop like a zombie. 

“Let me,” he takes it from me and leans in.

Our bodies graze. His scent assaults me and makes my already messy mind get blown into ruins. He secures the necklace on my neck and gently guides the pendant to my chest.

It drops in between my breasts, shining pretty on my smooth skin. I'm overwhelmed. 

“Next to your heart…” he claims my waist and pulls me closer. He tilts his head downward, closing the distance between us.

His lips lock on the pendant in a soft kiss… his gruff strokes my skin. 

“… where it belongs.” He kisses the pendant again. This time, his wet lips plaster to my skin. 

I hold my breath and arch forward, pressing into him. The dress presses around my breasts. I feel my hard nipples graze my fabric, begging for the slightest attention.

Oh, god!

Smoothly, he leans upright. 

“Where were you?” The words slip out of my mouth.

“Uh… I went to my plane hangar to get the jet ready for our trip to my private island in Maldives.”

My jaws drop.

I hear people murmur. 

“What… what trip?”

His hands gently rest on my shoulders and he massages me slowly. I hum, loving his magical touch.

“You must be worn out after planning such a beautiful wedding. Let me make you feel good, mama.” His sultry tone beckons. 

I blush hard. “I didn’t exactly plan it.” My words melt on themselves. “And I have work and…”

“Let me be your therapist.”

I gasp and look around. As if the world is meant to sting me, Dr. Clara winks. 

Shy, I lean into his chest to whisper. “How did you know about that?” 

He smirks. “Let’s say I have my ways.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “A minute, mama.”

In careful strides, he is now before the newly wedded couple. His hand gives a subtle instruction to the men. They walk over to him.

“Happy married life, wonderful couple.” He teases them. 

Ella and Peter grins. 

The excitement is palpable in their eyes. 

My heart melts and flutters. 

“Here’s a blank cheque.” He dangles a piece of rectangular paper in their face. “Anything you want.”

Ella gasps. “Like anything… a dream house,  car… anything?”

“Exactly.” His cocky tone returns. “So, how much does your dream house cost?”

She looks at Peter and whimpers like a kid. He hugs her and chuckles. “I think $645k,” Peter mumbles. “It’s a cozy duplex in Malibu.” 

“I’ll make it a million.” His words shut everyone up. He scribbles on the note and hands it over to Peter. “Take care of her, man.” He pats his arms and walks toward the left.

The couple are stunned. They just mop at each other, dumbfounded. Ella collapses in Peter’s arms and starts sobbing.

“To the gracious woman who birthed my queen,” his smooth tone takes over the atmosphere. “Here’s a little gift for you.”

He hands over the last fancy bag to the other guard. Cartier is crested on it. I’m guessing it’s a jewelry box. 

My mum smiles heartily and pulls him in a warm hug. 

I can’t tell if his eating into my family is good or bad… but their smiles make me tear up.

“Mama,” he saunters towards me. “Two days in Maldives. What do you say?”