Chapter 136: His Love And Loyalty

Megan's POV

"Wow! You are so beautiful, Meg," my husband said after I put on my red mermaid-cut gown with off-the-shoulders sleeves. I was looking at my reflection in the mirror while my husband was standing behind me, caressing my shoulders.

I smiled as I looked at his handsome face in the mirror.

"Thank you, Ashton, for this beautiful gown," I responded as he spun me around so I would be facing him.

"I could give you any dress, but I could tell you will always be beautiful in my eyes even if you will wear a worn-out dress, but no dress can compete with your beauty when you are naked my love," he replied, and I could feel the goosebumps all over my skin.

I was mesmerized by how he looked in his navy blue suit that complimented his compelling eyes.

It felt like I was a teenager all over again as I stared at my husband as he curled his muscular arms on my waist.

"Don't say something like that, my love; you know you can always turn me on by just saying something like that; you have to remember we need to attend this party since you told me your father was throwing this party for the three of us, right?" I asked, and I could feel the knots on my belly when he nibbled my ear.

My smile widened when he pulled me closer, and I could feel the bulge on his pants.

"I don't need to tell you how I wanted to have you right now, Megan; I wanted to take you wearing this beautiful gown," he teased while he slowly pulled the hem of my gown, and I put my head on his chest as I felt him grazed his manhood on my stomach, and I couldn't deny he was turning me on.

"Me too, my love; you are making me delirious with need, but the party is about to start; maybe later after the party, we can continue this moment," I replied, and he grunted as he showered my neck with soft kisses.

"Megan, you are driving me crazy with the need to take you, and I couldn't wait to have you naked in my arms." He seductively said.

I moaned as my husband claimed my mouth, and we shared a mind-blowing kiss while I touched his stiff manhood over his pants.

"Mom! Dad!" We both stopped when we heard our son's voice outside our room, and I could tell I was blushing after my husband released my mouth and helped me with my shoes after he told Axel to come inside his room.

My sister took Axel's suit a while ago since he wanted to change his clothes in the guest room my parents and sister occupied.

"Wow, you looked beautiful, mom," he exclaimed, and I smiled at our son.

"Thank you, Axel," I responded as I caressed his head.

"You looked dashing, too," I said as I took his hand.

"How about me?" My husband asked, and Axel laughed as he hugged his dad.

"You looked dashing, dad, and when I grew up, I wanted to be liked you, strong and handsome." Our son responded, and my husband and I looked at each other with smiles on our faces.

"Of course, you will look exactly like your dad," I responded, and Axel's smile broadened.

We fetched my parents and Ava; together, we went to the garden where the party was held. I could see guests already seated on their chairs, wearing expensive gowns and suits. 

They were waving at Ashton as we passed their way, as my husband took us to our assigned seats. I could see his father and mother looking regal as ever, and his brothers looked so handsome like him.

I could feel the pang in my chest when I saw Isabelle smiling at us, and her face fell when she realized Dexter didn't come, but she tried to hide her disappointment as she stood up and met us.

She took us to our table while Ashton's dad waved his hand at my family with a beautiful smile

on his face. Ashton's mom got up as well, and she came over to our table, and she talked with my parents, and I could tell that everything was in place.

The party started, and everyone was having a good time, and Axel got so busy switching tables since he couldn't choose where to settle, and his uncles and grandparents were so happy to have him.

Alice and Zach joined us at our table, and Ashton introduced me to some of his close friends, and they all welcomed me with warmth, and most of the women said they liked my perfume and couldn't wait for the release of my new collections.

The host made the party lively and fun and was filled with laughter until she announced the arrival of the very special guests of Gregory Priztgold, no other than Claire, together with her parents.

Ashton moved his chair closer to me as he took my hand over the table, and I could tell he felt nervous. Still, I only smiled at him as I whispered sweet nothings in his ear, but I could tell he was affected by Claire's presence, not because I would get angry, but maybe he was afraid his ex-fiancee would make a scene.

I saw how much Ashton's father welcomed Claire's family, and I could even hear his laughter as he talked with Ashton's ex; moments later, he waved at my husband and motioned Ashton to come over to their table.

"You must go, my love, don't make your father wait for you," I whispered, and he looked at me, and I nodded my head at him as an indication I was okay with it, and I needed to show Claire I am not insecure with her and make her realized I am secure in Ashton's arms.

"I am sorry, my love," my husband whispered and shook my head.

"You don't need to apologize; I understand that Claire's family is close to yours," I replied and assured my husband it would be alright that he would join them at his family's table.

"Are you alright?" I heard Alice ask as I tried to contain my jealousy when I saw how Claire linked her arm with Ashton.

"That woman knew Ashton was now a married man, she belonged to the elite society, yet she acted as if she didn't care if she had hurt another person with her actions," Alice mumbled as she looked daggers at Claire.

"She should show some respect to you and your family; I don't like the way she clung to your husband." My best friend declared, and I could feel the distaste in her voice.

"Hey, you need to relax, Al; I don't feel threatened at all, I know how much Ashton hated the idea of having his ex around here, and I don't care what would be the opinions of the other guests as long as I have my husband's love and loyalty," I responded.

"If I were in your shoes, you should go there and take your husband with you; you have all the right to do it, you are Ashton's legal wife, and no one out there has the right to flirt with him, but you." My best friend added, and I shook my head.

"Hey, Alice, don't poison my mind; I am good," I said as I smiled at her, and she let out a heavy sigh while my best friend slouched her back on her seat.

I could tell the tension at our table since I saw the anger on my father's face.

"I can take you home, Megan, we don't live in a mansion, but at least in my house, you will be given the respect you deserve." My father declared as he turned his attention to me.

"Dad, Ashton has nothing to do about this, and don't worry, Claire is his friend, and I should give them time to speak with each other since I felt guilty I was the reason they broke up," I stated.

"Don't reason for them, Megan; I know Ashton loves you, but at this moment, he can't simply ignore his dad's wishes, and I knew it; Gregory planned all this to humiliate you in front of all his guests." My dad responded, I want to disagree with my father, but I could tell what he said was true.

"Let us get out of here before I can do something to the Pritzgold; you don't need to undergo this type of humiliation, Megan; you are a good person inside and out," my father added.

"As your father, I am so proud of you and what you have become, but you don't need to suffer because of love." My father stated as he pulled me up from my seat while the Pritzgolds were busy entertaining Claire's family.

"Dad, please, only this time; I can't leave Ashton, this was too much for him, and if I ran away, he might think I don't love him enough. Love endures, dad." I responded.

"Besides, I wanted to show Gregory he could never make me leave his son; now that I know everything was for a show, I felt challenged, and I am your daughter, and you know me, I will never back down," I added.

"Oh, Megan and your stupid principles," my father said.

"Of course, I already failed you once, and I made a promise to myself I will never let you down ever again." My dad responded as he sat back in his seat and looked at me, and I could tell he was proud of me.

"Thank you, dad," I mumbled.