The incessant honking of the car disrupted the solemn afternoon in the convent until someone opened the gate and Nicholas drove through it.
He was angry that his father had still forced him to come to this stupid convent to pick up his wife, and he wanted everyone to know how pissed he was.
Out of everywhere he would have searched, his father chose a fucking convent! If it had been one of the daughters of his rich friends, he would have no problem because at least she would be a good fuck and understand their situation.
But a reverend sister? Isn't that illegal? He thought they had taken an oath not to know any men.
"Well, I guess human beings lie." He murmured to himself as he packed his car where he was directed. He looked at his mirror, ensuring he looked his best before he came down from his vehicle.
"Oh, sister Janet." Nicholas greeted her with fake enthusiasm as he saw a familiar face. "I am happy to see you."
"And likewise you. Your father told me about your predicament." The sister whispered as if it were a scandal. "And we are here to help."
"Thank you, sister," Nicholas said.
"My pleasures. Kindly follow me this way; sister Martha is waiting for you," she directed, and he began to follow her from behind, watching as her flowing dress moved in the wind.
She led him past the statues of Mary and Jesus until they got to a closed door. He was ushered in, and he went inside to meet sister Martha, whom his father said would be waiting for him.
"Sister Martha?" He asked as he entered the room and noticed a reverend sister sitting on the sofa. He asked just to be sure.
"Yes, it is. And I assume you are Nicholas; you have grown up so well." She remarked, and the young man smiled. It wasn't the first time he had received such a compliment.
"Thank you, sister. So where is she?" Nicholas asked, going straight to the point. He didn't want to spend more time here than was necessary; it was better to just get it done once and move on, so he could continue his normal life.
"Yes, she will be here soon; she is getting ready. Care for a drink, or water?" The kind sister asked, crinkles forming around her eyes as she smiled. And Nicholas wondered if they would go away if she had a man in her life.
He silently applauded them; they were trying. He wouldn't imagine himself coming to this world and leaving it without enjoying the pleasures life has to offer.
"Thank you, but I am okay." Nicholas was nervous as he waited for the arrival of his fiancee. It hasn't been his plan to get married, but if he wanted to, she would be at least pleasant to the eyes and be a good fuck.
At least he wouldn't cheat, but if it were otherwise, he couldn't guarantee his faithfulness.
There was a knock on the door, disrupting his thoughts. "You may come in." Sister Martha said, and the door opened quietly.
Nicholas found himself unconsciously holding his breath. "Please, she should be beautiful. I can't bear seeing an ugly face the first thing I wake up." He whispered under his breath, praying for his would-be wife.
The door creaked as it opened, and in came a young girl. "Innocent," was the first thought that came to his mind as he saw the young lady.
"Sister Martha." The lady called out in a voice so soft that Nicholas had problems hearing her; he had to strain his ears to hear her clearly.
"Mary, it's so nice of you to join us now." Sister Martha said behind her teeth, there was a certain threat associated with it, but Nicholas could care less about it. All he was focused on was his new wife.
She was small enough that you would want to protect her. He was sure that she should be about 5 feet 4 inches, and that was short in contrast to his 6 ft 1".
Her hair was covered up with a veil, but at least he would appreciate her face. She had a small face that was perfectly symmetrical. Her hazel eyes were framed with long, dark lashes, and her lips were rosy and plump.
He could imagine that lips wrapped around his cock, and his cock jerked alive. Maybe this marriage thing wouldn't be too bad.
There was no doubt that she was beautiful. "Cam would be green with envy when he saw his new wife." Nicholas thought as his eyes swept down her figure, trying to determine her shape.
Her face had already sold him, but he liked his women to have a bit of an ass with them so he could spank them. To his dismay, the rest of her body was hidden in that ugly habit that they were always forced to wear.
At that moment, he had never hated anything else. He wanted to see if her skin was soft and smooth like her lips were and if her ass would turn red if he spanked her.
"Nicholas, this is Mary. Your would-be-wife." Sister Martha said, gesturing to her. Nicholas grinned as he heard the name. Of course, she is Mary. An innocent lamb like her would obviously bear Mary.
Mary's eyes widened as she heard what the sister said. Wife? That must be a joke. She thought that the good sister was calling her to reprimand her; she was about to confess her sins. She had woken up 5 minutes past 4 instead of the usual 4 a.m.
But her voice ceased as she saw the young man in the room. Apart from the father and other men in the church, she didn't think she had come across such a handsome young man as the one sitting beside the sister.
She curtsied politely, as she had always been taught to do, but the man paid her no heed. Instead, the next word from his mouth shocked her for life.
"Strip!" Nicholas growled out. He needed to see her; he needed to know what was underneath that habit. But he didn't know what made him say that.
"W..what?" Mary stuttered, not believing what she had just heard. Did this young man just tell her to strip in the midst of everyone? Granted, they were only three in the room, but it was not like her.
No one has ever seen her naked, not even the girls she lived with. It was highly frowned upon. Decency and modesty have always been their watchwords, and now the handsome stranger was telling her to break them in front of sister Martha.
"Err.." Sister Martha struggled to find what to say. It was unheard of that a client would ask such a thing. Some of them would just pick one and go. "Mr. Nicholas, I am not sure you are aware of our rules, but we don't allow that. We have always preached decency, and this would go against our..."
"I said strip Mary. I am a paying client, and I would like to see what I am paying for. She is to be my wife, and I would like to see all the goods." Nicholas demanded; he hadn't meant the words before. They had just spilled out of his mouth.
But it was already out to all the world, and he couldn't take it back. So he would just have to go through with it. And he was also curious, wanting to see what she would look like.
"You heard the young man, Mary. Do as he says." Mary was yet to recover from the shock that the man had given her, and now the sister was telling her to do what the young man asked.
The sister had told her to strip like it was a normal thing. As normal as asking how your day went or what you ate. She looked at her sister Mary, trying to plead with her, but sister Martha's face was stoic and didn't give anything away.
What happened to all the decency lessons that had been ingrained into her before she could even start talking well?
"But sister?" Mary called out in protest.
"I wouldn't repeat myself, Mary. Do as the young man says. Or do you need another seminar on disobedience?" Sister Martha warned her, and she shook her head.
"No sister."
"What did the father say about disobedience?" Sister Martha continued, trying to break her.
Mary sighed before she began to quote a verse of the holy book, which had always been her guide since she was little. "The sin of disobedience is like witchcraft."
"Good, so go on."
Mary sighed, resigning herself to fate; there was nothing she could do again. She grabbed the soft cotton and began to pull the habit over her head. Her heart was pounding, knowing that two other people were watching her.
Mary removed the clothing completely and carefully kept it on the floor. She heard the sharp intake of air from the unknown man, and she panicked. Did he not like what he saw?
"And the undergarments, remove them."
"Remove the undergarments also." Nicholas demanded. The words were out of his mouth before he could think of them. He could see a hint of that soft, pale skin, and it tempted him. He wanted more. No, he needed to see more, and that was why the words were spilling out of his mouth. Mary looked at sister, Martha, in question, her eyebrows raised. Was this in accordance with the Bible? She had wanted to ask, but she knew that would earn her a slap from the good sister for being so disobedient. No man had ever seen her in such a state, and now this man had just demanded it. Sister Martha gave her a nod, urging her on. The sister had no idea why Nicholas wanted to see Mary naked; no client had ever asked for that. But she couldn't risk having him walk away without settling for Mary. They were offering her a whopping sum of $50k and she would be dumb not to accept it. "Go on, Mary. Don't keep the young man waiting." Mary did as she was told and began to remove the black undergarment
Nicholas was bopping his head to the beat as he drove back home, and among the songs that were playing on the radio, this was one of his favorites. Despite his build and height, he knew a lot of people would think he would be a fan of rap and hip-hop. But he was just a guy who loved some nice indie and blues. He prefers soul-stirring songs, and that was quite the opposite of Cameron, his best friend. He and Cameron had been best friends since birth. Their fathers were both college friends who set off to establish themselves. The road to success wasn't easy, and their success story wasn't the smoothest one. But they were able to persevere, and now they were among the richest individuals in the country. Rumour had it that his dad and Cameron's dad had planned it so that they could be born together. And on the 9th of May, Nicholas Harrington was born, while Cameron was born on the 28th of the same month. Nicholas finally got in front of the gate of his mansion. The house was a gift fr
"So what did your old man tell you?" Cameron asked his friend as he began to mince the garlic and ginger. The pasta was already cooked, and he was trying to strain it. "He said I was getting married." "What the hell?" There was a crash, then sounds of plates shattering as they hit the floor. "Oh shit." He exclaimed, looking at the damage on the floor. "Yeah, it was shit indeed." Nicholas replied, shaking his head as if in deep thought. "Fuck you, Nik; you don't spring up such a thing on me like that; now look at what you have done." Cameron exclaimed, looking down at a broken China. "Can you get a broom and dustpan to tidy this up?" Cameron asked his friend while he selected another garlic clove and started mincing it. The sauce was still boiling, but it was almost ready. Nicholas brought what was asked of him, and he carefully packed the broken china before proceeding to dump it in the waste bin. He came back to the kitchen to see that his friend had already finished cooking and
Together, Nicholas and Cameron entered the club, and immediately the club was filled with cheers.They were quite popular; I mean, their fathers owned the largest company in New York, and they are known for their lavish lifestyle. So wherever they enter, they are known to put on a show.Suddenly the music was reduced, and a man was coming up on stage. Nicholas remembered him as the owner. "Wassup party people." Screams followed as the crowd shouted. "Some important personalities just walked in right now, and it is an honor to have Nicholas Harrington and Cameron Blackwood." The crowd erupted into cheers as people parted ways for them, thus leaving them in the spotlight."Way for trying to go low-key, huh?" Cameron whispered to Nicholas, and the latter dug his elbow into his stomach."Just smile and wave." Nicholas said to his friend, and they both plastered on their fake smiles and began to wave to the people."Please make sure they feel welcome." The man said although he was actually
Nicholas woke up early that morning before the girl would wake up. It was better this way, so it wouldn't make it awkward.She was a good fuck, no doubt, and he enjoyed their session last night. He checked his pants pocket, brought out some money, and dropped it on the table. That should be enough to cover her service and the room.Nicholas strolled to the bathroom to wash his face, bending over the sink as he poured the water on his face. There was a towel hanging on the rack, but he couldn't trust where it had been, so he just allowed his face to dry naturally.He put on his clothes and walked out of the room. Dipping his hands in his pocket, he brought out his phone, and a shockwave passed through him as he saw the time. It was quarter past five on a Monday morning!He had work to do, and if he dares miss work, his old man will not let it slide. He should have listened to Cameron when he told him not to go."Shit!" He hurried out of the room down the stairs, and thankfully there wa
"Popular playboy and heir to the Harrington's holdings, Nicholas Harrington may be finally off the market. And we couldn't be more excited. Our correspondent Michelle has the news in detail." Then the camera pans to the correspondent."Popular..." Nicholas switched the television on before he could hear more. That was all that seemed to be on the news now. His engagement, so the wedding had to go on without a hitch. Not that there would have been any hitches; the father was paying for his bride.But the engagement party was over before he could open his eyes, and he was happy that way.He smiled as he remembered when Mary walked into the hall, accompanied by her sister, Martha. The sister was lost in his eyes as soon as he saw Mary. Although her dress was simply hideous, he made a mental note to send a fashion designer for a wedding gown so she wouldn't repeat yesterday's mistake.Mary was in a plain purple dress that was loose everywhere. It had no fit, and the color was wrong for he
"No. Too exposed." They brought another dress. "No, I don't like the frills, it is too much." And that was how it continued, with Nicholas rejecting every dress they had picked. He had yet to see any that suited Mary.Either they were too tight and all her breasts were out in display, or they were not fitting enough. It was hard to find a ready-made dress that fit her body type.May sighed as Nicholas rejected yet another of her beautiful pieces. She was so close to losing it if he didn't pick one. "Just pick one already, Nik." May complained, getting frustrated. She had already taken care of Nicholas and Cameron's suits, but Mary's dress was still having issues.Nicholas didn't seem to like any of the ones she had picked out. "I will if I see what I like, but none here has caught my fancy." May gave him a sharp look, and he quickly added, "Yet.""Why don't you ask your wife to pick? She may have a different opinion." May tried to reason with him."Mary." "Huh?" May was confused, won
As Nicholas was narrating a scene to Cameron, he secretly prayed in his heart and hoped the dress was Mary's size because there was no time to get it amended again if it wasn't."Have you informed your ex?" Cameron asked his friend. The correct word should be exes, because Nicholas had a lot of them."The right word should be fling. But no, I haven't told any of them. There is no need for that. We parted ways amicably." Nicholas replied, making Cameron snicker."If you say so. I have heard enough about crazy ex-wives destroying their ex-marriages, and I don't want that to happen to you." Cameron replied, his eyebrows knitting in concern."Don't worry, none of that would happen to me. They are all..." Nicholas' words dried up in his mouth before he could say anything.Cameron looked at Nicholas, wondering what made him stop his speech halfway, and he found his friend wide-eyed and his mouth agape. He followed the direction of Nicholas' eyes, and he could see why his friend was surprise