All Chapters of Two Days Before The Wedding: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alexander“Lunch was intense.”Evangeline stirs in my arms, tilting her head to the side to get a better look of my face.We’re sitting at the balcony of her apartment, and watching the night sky, because I couldn’t bring myself to spend any time away from her.“I’m sorry you had to sit though that, Xander,” her voice is sincere.I drop my gaze to her face, giving her a slow smile. “It’s fine… I’m not upset.”“But?” she quirks a brow.I almost chuckle out of amusement. It seems this woman is starting to know me too well.“I’d like to know why.” I confess.With an exhale of a heavy breath, Evangeline looks away from me and back at the sky as she presses herself closer. “I wanted to see if you’d drop your head and cower… like you do when it’s your family scrutinizing you.”My fingers tremble. “And?”“You didn’t cower, Xander, which proves my point.” she responds, voice firm and sits up, fully turning to face me, tucking her feet between my thighs and wrapping her arms around her knees.

EvangelineHis skin is warm against mine.His fingers are trembling against my skin.Every inch of my skin now burns red from Alexander’s mouth-ly worship. A moan rumbles in my throat, my fingers tightening on the mass of dark hair sprawled over my abdomen as Xander’s kiss lingers on my pelvis.Storm-grey eyes catch on mine like magnets.I shudder.The last time Alexander had me in this position, I was just Evangeline, a girl he took back to his hotel from some club.Today, four months later, I’m his woman, the mother of his child, and his wife.So much can change in a short time.He trails his lips down my thigh while he kneads the other hand.Our gazes meet.He smiles. “Do you know what I want to do to you, Angel?” his hand dips between my thighs, grazing my pussy as he kisses his way to my feet.“Xander…”“I want you toes in my mouth, baby,” his voice is pleading.He starts to plant soft kisses on my toes, one after the other until all ten of them. I moan, physically trying not to

AlexanderThe morning comes to me in bits and pieces.Soft light filters through the unclosed curtains. A moan sounds close to me, followed by steady shuffling.My core pulls tight, ripping a groan from my throat. Warmth wraps around my cock, a wet warmth that squeezes me in and stretches.“Fuck,” I grind out, tugging off the duvet to look down.Evangeline lies on her side, her ass pressed up against me, my dick shoved deep into her cunt as she rides out her orgasm.This woman has a stamina on her. Not that I’m complaining.My hand instinctively falls to her waist, guiding her pace. She throws her head against my chest, a loud cry escaping like I’ve helped her reach her pleasure point. Her body trembles violently as louder cries leaves her.Her wall squeezes me tighter, I bury my head into her hair and inhale her scent; maybe to muffle my moan.She curls her fingers into the sheets.I curl mine tighter against her waist.She jerks.I jerk.She moans.I grunt.We reach a pinnacle toge

Alexander“Or maybe we give them what they want.” Evangeline’s voice, filled with certainty, cuts me off. My brows furrow, she squeezes my hand with reassurance while she explains. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d announce this, so now that it’s a hot topic, then I guess we’ll have to use this opportunity.”Carter’s brows shoot up. And I can see his ears rising with interest. “I’m all ears.”“I was thinking about having a professional photoshoot here or at Xander’s place. It’ll be a casual social media post, but it’ll raise a lot of dust, because we’ll make sure to confirm that we’re married and not just dating.”“And how does that help us?” I ask. “You know what will happen if we do that. Chanel will make sure everyone who cares to know, knows that it was you in those pictures—““Yes,” Evangeline nods, her face relaxed like she doesn’t care about that. “That’s exactly what I want her to do. The world will hate me, call me a whore, call me a home-breaker. And that’s when we’ll partn

Evangeline“Hey…”“Hi. How are you.”I press the phone to my ear with one hand, using the other to adjust my dress while I turn in bed. “I’m okay,” my voice is barely above a whisper.Silence.My heart thumps against my ribcage as I wait for Xander to say something. He remains silent. And the only thing I can hear is the harshness of his breaths.My tongue darts out and swipes across my bottom lip. “I got the flowers you sent.”He hums. “Do you like them?”A smile pulls my lips even when I know he cannot see me. “I love them very much. Thank you.”The silence continues.It’s been like this for over two days. Since he left to ‘clear his head’. He sends flowers three times a day, we share scanty talks on the phone and that’s it…I miss him. I miss those few days when we had a blast, when our relationship was a little seamless. But that’s how it is with relationships. We’ll disagree, but we’ll always find a way around it.Once Xander has had his time to think, I’m sure we’ll find a wa