All Chapters of Two Days Before The Wedding: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EvangelineMoaning and panting fills the room. Sweat clings to my skin. Alexander glides hand up the curve of my waist to my neck, tilting my head back. His mouth covers mine as he drives in and out of me with more desperate thrusts, chasing his high.I’ve had two orgasms this morning, and I’m close to having another with the way his cock is ripping me apart on the inside.Pressure builds in my abdomen. My pussy clenches and unclenches, quivering around him. Xander groans over my mouth as his fingers tighten around my neck and his thighs tremble.Wetness spurts out of me, soaking my thighs and sliding down to the sheets.Fuck… did I just…Xander pulls back a little. “Fuck, baby… it feels so good when you let go and make a mess.” Thrust, “it drives me to places,” thrust. “Dirty,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “places!”He stills. A grunt vibrates against me as he fills me with his cum.We collapse into each other, our chests heaving, sweat-slick skin sticking against one another. His fo

EvangelineIt’s been two hours since we left the restaurant, but the echo of Julius’ voice is stamped into my skull.“And she’s my sister!”The silence that followed that declaration still prickles my skin. The dreadful surprise in Alexander’s eyes is burned into my mind, so much so I can still feel it even as hours have passed.We haven’t spoken since. Not in the car, not when we got home, not when he stared at me for long minutes with a look of unfamiliarity in his eyes before disappearing into his room without a word, not since I stumbled into my room to change out of the unlucky dress I wore to dinner. I want to explain. I don’t even know where to start.Maybe I should start by finding him and getting him to talk to me at least.The house is quiet, but my heartbeat isn’t. It’s a frantic, uneven thud in my ears as I lean my ear against the door of Alexander’s room to listen for any sound. I hear nothing. My shoulders sag. I continue knocking like I’ve been doing for the past minut

AlexanderMy house is silent when I walk in.It feels vacated. Haunted. And my legs have refused to move from where they froze some minutes back. My eyes have refused to move from the face of the woman who’s lying on the couch, asleep, but not at peace even in deep sleep.My thoughts are calmer now, yet my decision remains unchanged. I want to terminate that sham of a contract, and I want to get to know Evangeline, not out of some duty to the child or to the world, but as the woman who I wish to share my entire life with.I don’t know she’ll receive this news, but I hope we’re able to work through our differences and meet at a middle ground in order to move forward.She stirs in her sleep when I shift my weight. I suck in a long breath and stare at her as she slowly wakes from sleep. Her lashes flutter softly. She groans as though uncomfortable as she cradles her belly. Her face twists. She pops one eye open, letting it adjust to the soft sunlight spilling from an open curtain befo

EvangelineIt feels good to be home. It feels good to breathe the air of this house again.It feels… absolutely amazing.And it feels even better to know I’m not here with a broken heart. I’m not a girl who is back to this house in shame.I’m back as a woman looking forward to a new beginning with the man I want to share my life with, with the father of my child.The quietness this morning is serene. Warm. I lie on my side and watch the seconds on my bedside alarm clock tick by, slow and steady. I press my palm to my belly. The baby shifts,... maybe even flips and twirls like the restless little devil he is.I smile, my memories taking me back to this routine me and Alexander began: Wake up, lay in bed and feel our baby move around.God, I miss him. That’s the only down part of being back home: missing out on the warmth Alexander provides. Missing out on those early morning kisses. Missing out on the adoration that burns bright in his eyes. Missing out on his kind words, his gentlene

Evangeline“Jesus, Xander, what took you so long in there?”The words slip out before I can stop them. I’ve been sitting here in the hallway for hours, restless, praying that my father and Alexander would get along. When Julius walked into the office, I knew the chances for that to happen will be very slim. And now, this man is stepping out with his usual composed strides and a smile on his face.“Were you worried I wouldn’t handle him?” he asks, a glimmer of humor tugging at his mouth.I fold my arms across my chest, pulling my brows into a deep furrow. “Shouldn’t I have been? You took too long…”“And I’m here, am I not?” he answers, adjusting his cuff.I drag my eyes over his frame. Once. Twice, and blow out a breath. “So?”“So…” he drawls, pretending like he doesn’t know what I’m asking.I groan in frustration. “What happened in there?”“Well, I learnt that your father loves you,” he says, a softness melting into his gaze.It’s not much of an answer, but it still loosens a coil in