All Chapters of HIS CURVY OBSESSION : ABDSM CONTRACT : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

I warn coldly but all of my groomsmen touch me gently and I inhale. "I'll do anything to see her""You want to see my sister?""Undoubtedly" "Great! My sister bragged you care and know a lot about her and because you own a CCTV company, nothing bypasses you" CCTV?! I hold back my tongue at the limitation of my multinational security and intelligence agency. "His head of technical intelligence is here also, Ask away!" Anthony screams at the top of his lungs, laughing loudly behind me. Kayden isn't here yet. "Great. You have to answer three strict trivia questions about her." Another voice speaks. Familiar. Masculine with an air of arrogance. I shake my head, it can't be him. "Is that.....?" "It can't be" "How could it be him" I swallow back, wishing both Carlton and Anthony worries isn't true. "Get one wrong, and you do twenty push-ups." That's not the threat he thinks it poses"I hope you win because you won't like the sting of failing" He speaks again and both groomsmen lean fo

For a split second, I hold my breath. Banks is a man who bows to no one. He commands thousands of men, buys out corporations with a single phone call, and crushes his enemies without blinking. I wonder if he will hesitate at kneeling. The singing was more than I expected, adding this. I couldn't speak to him about this part because I didn't know what to do if he refuses. "There's no way he will bow" Catherine voices "He won't even kneel" Elizabeth adds "I bet Carlton's shares that he will" Annetta says and both ladies hit her gently while I hold my breath, looking at Banks. I wanted to cancel the bowing aspect, but his dad and Anthony said to add it as it is tradition. "He's looking at you" Catherine squeals by my right. I swallow and offer Banks a small smile. He smiles back too and without hesitating for even a fraction of a second. Banks strides over to the low table set up before my parents. With complete, unbothered grace, he stands by the edge of the red silk cushions

WEDDING DAY — BANKSAnxiety is not an emotion I recognize, but right now, standing near the altar inside the grand ballroom of the private yacht, my nerves are frayed to absolute threads. I had months to prepare for this moment, yet I feel completely unready."Shouldn't someone check on her?" I point out, looking past the guests "What if she ran away?""Sister Eleanor isn't like that," Kayden —my self-appointed best man, replies with a playful smirk while I rub my sweaty palms nervously against the fabric of my suit trousers. "You're wearing bespoke white, Banks. Stop rubbing your hands on your thighs," my appointed best man, Anthony, scolds gently, catching my wrists to stay my movements. I turn my head toward the door, she's not here yet. I look back at both of them, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Calm down" "I thought it's brides that get this nervous at their wedding?" Carlton jokes and all three of my groomsmen laugh. I glare at them but it doesn't die their laughter.

ELEANOR'S POV I can feel Banks fingers vividly tremble against my forehead as he lifts the veil up. Even if I intend to hide my blush, I'll be doing a bad job. Not only because I can't hide my smile, but also because right above my head is a globe of light capable of illuminating three nations altogether. And right around us are paparazziz and media that are doing exactly what they were called for while a huge projection of Banks and I displays to the audience, capturing our faces courtesy of the drone flying overhead us. After all these confessions, my dear groom has yet to fully remove the veil and I can no longer wait. I'm standing with a four inch Jimmy choo on my feet and a very well snatched and snitched corset sewn into my stomach. Thankfully I can breathe but, I need to sit. Under the hood, I lify my gaze up at my husband, smile at him and he freezes. Of course he does. Using his state of shock, I lift my hands to his wrists, and hold them as I assist him to fully lift the

Anthony and Carlton walks up to Banks, holding out a sleek black leather duffel bag each. Banks looks inside and smile, before tapping their both shoulders. He reaches inside, and pulls out thick, vacuum-sealed bricks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. "O my God!" It's me. I'm the one who gasped at the sight of the cash while my bridesmaids squeal shamelessly as Banks walk up to me with the cash in his hands. The music changes to.....'Money money money, must be funny, in a rich man's world.' "that.." I look sideways at my bridesmaids then at the live orchestras...."Anthony requested the song" Elizabeth confesses, laughing loudly."Wow. Your man has a fun sense of humor" Catherine jokes while I glare at Anthony's direction. The song continues playing and I look towards Banks, who is now in front of me."You.. this is too much, Banks" I mouth. He looks at me, closes his eyes and visibly breath in, when he opens it, his eyes are dark and hooded...hungry. "B...." He lowers his head and k