Trouble

The kiss wasn’t soft, it was a collision, deep and hungry, the kind that tasted like defiance. She melted against him before she could stop herself, every wall she’d built cracked beneath the force of it.

Her chest rose and fell, her heartbeat thundered loud enough for him to hear.

She’d been wanting this, not him, not anyone in particular, but this feeling. The weight of being wanted.

For a moment, there was no noise from the street, no air between them, just heat, and the realization that she’d been starving for this.

She reciprocated the kiss, giving back the same energy; hunger and urgency.

He grabbed her legs, carried her up and placed her on the car bumper without breaking from the kiss.

His hands fisted her hair and pulled it back, and she let out a moan in his mouth.

His touch was hot and possessive and she surrendered to him without a shred of resistance.

It was only a kiss but it felt so much illicit and dangerous.

That moment, she didn’t think of her upcoming wedding, she didn’t think of anything else, just the heat from the touch of the stranger.

Her hands found its way to his shirt and just as she was about to unbutton it, he pulled away from the kiss.

“In as much as I want to make you scream badly, I do not want to do that outside, on a car.” His dark eyes moved away from her lips, resting on her eyes. “You deserve a bed.”

She licked her lips, not ready to let him go.

“I… I know a hotel nearby.” The words slipped out.

He smirked. “Good. Brace yourself up, darling. You’ll be getting the best pleasure of your entire life.”

She swallowed hard. Having a one night stand with a stranger wasn’t on her list, but then there was no harm in having pleasure before a lifetime commitment the next day.

Consumed by heat of having each other, they drove in her car to the hotel nearby. Indeed, he gave her the best pleasure she’d ever had.

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THE WEDDING

She shook her head slowly, hoping he would understand what she meant by that.

In as much as she didn’t want to get married and would be happy if anything stopped the wedding from holding, she didn’t want it to be him.

It would be a shame if he revealed what happened last night. Her parents would be disappointed in her that she hooked up with a stranger a night before her wedding.

And the worse part? He wasn’t just a stranger, but her soon to be husband’s brother.

She tore her gaze away from him and stared at her soon to be husband who looked uninterested in the whole thing.

“Young man, speak up.” The priests urged.

Everyone’s gaze was on him, waiting for him to talk.

When she looked back at him, he had a little smirk on his face. A smirk which only she could understand.

“Nothing, actually.” He took his seat and crossed his legs. “Just wanted to spice things up.”

Nervous laughters were heard amongst the guests but the tension was still there.

Aurelia let out a deep breath she had been holding. She looked away from him and joined her sweaty palms together.

“Were you expecting something?” For the first time, she heard the voice of her soon to be husband.

“N-no. I was just surprised.” She almost stuttered.

He didn’t say any further words. The union was blessed and they were now joined together in holy matrimony.

Everyone proceeded to the reception hall, and the decorations were fascinating, exactly the one she picked.

All through, her husband wasn’t by her side. If he wasn’t taking calls, he was talking to different business men present at the wedding.

Her fake smile remained on her face as different people came to congratulate her where she was seated.

When she spotted him amidst the crowd, her chest tightened. He looked her way and their gaze met.

Immediately, she looked away. She wouldn’t let his brown eyes control her like they did last night.

She forced herself to keep smiling, nodding at congratulations she barely heard.

But when she dared to glance back again, he was still watching her. That infuriating smirk on his face.

Her heart skipped. She turned away, gripping her wine glass tightly.

She decided to distract herself by taking pictures of her friends whom were busy giggling at the groomsmen and flirting. But then, a message popped on her screen, from an unknown number.

“Enjoying your wedding, darling? I can still taste you. Congratulations, by the way.”

She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her who sent the text.

It was at that moment she realized the mess she had gotten herself into.

She was in for a wild ride.