CHAPTER 6

The lady walked towards me just as Adrian walked away. “Well that was rude,” she said. Her brunette hair fell down her back, the beautiful green leaf like gown she wore flowing down to her ankles. When she faced me, a pair of stunning blue eyes and the boldest red lips I had ever seen smiled. “Hi. I am Harley,” she said, pulling me in for a hug. “Your husband's annoying cousin.”

I hugged her back. “Hi, I didn't see you at the wedding.”

Harley sighed. “I had an important shoot in Russia, my agency refused to let me come. Although, I was shocked at the urgency of my cousin getting hitched.” She cast a sly glance at me. “I can see why now though.”

I blushed deeply. “You flatter me,” I said, accepting her warmth. “Come with me. The aunties have been gossiping about you. Stunning dress by the way.” She dragged me away from the entrance. The ball was brightly lit, huge chandeliers covered the ceilings, making the angel like drawings on the walls seem alive. “So, have you met the family?” Harley asked, swiping two glasses of champagne from a tray a waiter held. She passed one to me, taking a sip. I accepted the glass from her, my eyes taking in the beauty of the room. “I haven't had the pleasure,” I murmured, sipping my drink.

“The room is amazing isn't it? My uncle always does this.” She waved her glass at the display of opulence. “Anytime his son wins, he shows off.”

I didn't know Kane's father was the owner of the hall. I smiled in pretense meanwhile my heart panged with sadness at another information I had to learn myself. The crowd of people, move around, little groups of discussions. After re couples were dancing to the soft music the live band played. Harley stirred me in the direction of one group. 

“Aunties,” she said gaily, kissing the cheeks of the older women. “I presume, you know Sophie. Our latest bride,” she introduces me.

“It's a pleasure meeting all of you,” I said. A blonde woman with a purse I was sure could feed a full country grabbed my hands. “It is really amazing meeting you child. I am Esmeralda, Harley's mother.” I kissed her cheek, smelling her expansive perfume. “The pleasure is all mine,” I purred. They all introduced themselves to me, telling me who they were and how they were related to Adrian. A few of them were his fellow players mother's.

“So tell us, child,” Esmeralda said. “How is the honeymoon going?”

“Oh Yes,” Harley squeals in delight, causing a few glances our way. “Where exactly did he take you to?”

A honeymoon?

“We just returned from Paris,” the lie slips easily from my lips. “He said he was taking me to the city of love, so we could start our marriage there.” I dipped the champagne for more courage. “It was wonderful.” They all let out little sounds of happiness. “Paris sounds wonderful. My Mario took his wife to Spain. She complained a lot about the bug bites,” a lady told us, causing us all to laugh. Sadness tugged at me, but I brushed it off. Tonight, I was a wife that was taken to the most beautiful country on earth, not the one her husband barely spent time with.

“Isn't he handsome?” Esmeralda said. I follow her gaze to see my husband, Adrian. He is smiling, so happy. He speaks and everyone listens to him, the whole crowd laughing at his jokes. “Yes,” I replied. “He is.”

Harley watched me closely. “You must feel so lucky. Have you met his brother yet?”

I shook my head no. He didn't come to the wedding. I was offered no explanation why but I decided it was best not to ask. “Is he here?”

Harley laughed. “Damien hates these kind of events. Bastard might actually start killing people for stepping on him,”she began.

“Harley,” her mother chastised her. “Don't talk about your cousin like that?”

Harley shrugged. “What? He's scary. He does a lot of fucked up things. That's why everyone loved Adrian more.”

Was that the reason why he didn't come for the wedding? Damien. His name was Damien.

I finished the drink, placing my empty flute on the waiter's tray. Conversations flowed freely and I participated in them, quickly finding out that this event was just a show for rich people to flaunt money and for the Kane City Bulls to raise Charity. At the end of the evening, Twenty Million dollars was raised for an orphanage. Adrian had donated the largest sum and as the host called out his donation, everyone had looked at him with love and admiration in their eyes. He barely glanced at me since he left me alone, and I let him work. 

The journey home was quiet. “It was a lovely party,” I told him. He just grunted but tonight, I was determined to have a conversation with him. “I met Harley,” I said smiling. “She's a lovely girl.”

He looked up at me at last. “Yes, as much as she gets on my nerves, she is my favourite relative.” I nod. “Her mama is such a warm lady. It shows in Harley's upbringing.”

He didn't reply, so I continued. “They told me about your brother.”

Suddenly, the energy in the car became cold.

“My brother?” Adrian asked. “Yes,” I replied, studying his movements. “Why haven't I met him yet?”

The car stopped at the house. Adrian doesn't respond to me, instead rushing out of the car. I stay a bit inside before following him, my steps heavy.

As I entered our room, I saw Adrian pacing.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked. “No. You didn't.” He replied. I walk into the closet, taking off the heels and setting them on the shelves.

“Fucking come here,Sophie.”

He's pissed.

I come slowly. “Is anything wrong?”

Adrian looked at me with so much anger in his gaze. “I said come here.”

I went closer to him, feeling the slight tremor in my feet. I had to push myself forward, stopping just as I got to his front.

Adrian said nothing. “Please,” I croaked out in fear. 

He pushed me to the bed, and my head bounced off the headstand. I cried out in pain but he didn't stop. I felt his hands grab my legs, dragging me down the bed.

“Shut the fuck up,” he slaps me. I held my face in shock, the sting of his hand actually making me go quiet. Adrian tore my gown roughly, hissing as he saw my panties. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. 

“Please, Adrian,” I cried out, wondering where the sweet man had gone. “I said shut up,” he shouts at me again.

He takes off his pants and then his boxers, strokes his dick twice. “You're not even fucking wet,” he spits at me in anger. He raised my head up with his hands. “Suck my cock.”

I opened my mouth, taking his dick eagerly inside. He pumps twice before withdrawing and going back between my legs.

Adrian pushed the head of his dick into my pussy, the pain from how dry I am making me cry. “If you want to keep crying, then keep fucking crying,” he said as he forced himself deeper into my hole. “You're still going to get fucked.”

I turned my head to the side, refusing to meet his gaze. He moves my hips, making me accept the thrusts of his dick with so much force. I will bruise badly tomorrow for sure.

Adrian keeps moving in me, and tonight, it is somehow longer than what he usually does. He grunts as he comes inside me, his cum filling me up. 

“Go clean up,” he said, getting up from the bed. As I get into the bathroom, the humiliation floods me. That coupled with the intense pain I had between my legs made me collapse to the ground. Adrian had tricked me, and I fell woefully for it.