Chapter 3 Did we have sex

A soft groan could be heard as it was followed by a yawn. The frustrated alarm was tired of waking its guest and gave up. The sun had decided to shone it ray on this guest through the window which had pave way for it. The guest rolled to and fro on the bed he laid while covering his face with a blanket but then suddenly jerked up from the bed and flung the blanket around him.

He squint his eyes and covered his face with his palm away from the sunlight. This young man lowered his eyes at his body and realized he only had his shirt and underwear on which made him gasp wondering what would have possibly happen.

He winked his lashes attempting to recall where he was, as his vision was still blurry. His head was aching and he felt pains coursing round his body. It took a while before he caught sight of an off-white colour and it seems to be the painting of the wall. His palm rubbed the back of his neck as he tried rising from the bed. His eyes scrutinized the large room he found himself. The more he tried to remember what happened, he got aches.

"Where am I?" He muttered striding towards the door attempting to open it but banged his back on it when a memory flashed his brain. This young man recalled kissing a woman in a flowing gown but then he couldn't figure out what next.

He winced, thud his head on the door for a while before stepping out. He noticed that he was in a magnificent building and this place spoke of wealth. His feet led him to the sitting room attempting to find the lady who brought him here only to find a rumbled wedding gown close to one of the couch, a suit on that couch, his pant and a tie. Furthermore, his eyes saw a pair of heels and and boots scattered around the place.

That drew his memory to a scene when he tried to undress this dazzled lady as they both fell on one of longest couch, her left hand was holding on to his tie as her daring gaze heated him up, he saw himself giving her a nasty smile and trying to reach for her breasts which had almost popped out of the large gown she wore, her soft moan and hands wrapped around his neck got him confused.

It made him flinch as he scratched his hair a bite as he couldn't tell if he had sex with her or not. He wondered what he was doing with a bride at that odd hour and why he tried taking advantage of her body. This young man left the sitting room and wished to see the lady he molested under the influence of alcohol. He searched every room and finally stumbled upon the last one which was adjacent the one he came out from earlier.

He sluggishly glide the door open duck his head inside the room and found her. The young man bite his lower lips as his hands tighten again the door knob while his eyes didn't leave her as he tried adverting them. Here she was standing naked before a mirror and massaging her skin with the cream in her palm only to notice him staring.

"Argh!" She yelled grabbing her towel to cover up and he slammed the door against her. He leaned his back against the door, shaking his head as he couldn't recall seeing her naked under his weight. What was wrong with him? He just acted like a pervert peering at her. That wasn't proper and the lady might think he was glad for devouring her body last night. He groaned and stuttered away from there. It was best he says his apology and leave quietly.

Meanwhile, she had washed her body recalling what transpired last night. She shut her eyes and buried herself in the tub for a while hoping he wakes up and clears the mess he created. When he had kissed her deeply in the car, rush of emotion filled her up and he fainted after a few seconds.

They arrived at her mansion and the chaffeur had to assist to take him inside while giving them their privacy. Immediately, she was left with him, he spring his eyes opened, grabbed her cheeks and resumed his kiss drawing her close as she could taste the alcohol left on his tongue and he smack her lips.

His hands kept yanking her body on him as she tries refraining from him. This bride recall how dazzled, tensed and nervous she felt as sweat had beaded on her face and her heart beating non-stop. When she tried to breaking out aggressively from his clingy and possessive act, they both fell on a couch, her arms went around him and she left out a moan unintentionally as his hands on her skin made her heart scamper with fear and she whimpered feeling his heat and breath filling her up.

The young lady could see the dark desires in his eyes as he began to pull off his coat while sucking the back of her neck. Cold flush inside her, his hands attempted to undress her hastily wanting to fill up his erotic desires.

She shook off the thoughts that was flooding her head and stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed for the day. Her nude toned body caught her eyes as she heaved a sigh thinking about her strange groom only to notice him staring from behind which got her wailing petrified. She must say, she chose a pervert this time around who couldn't control himself around a woman probably. Sex wasn't part of the ordeal as he was meant to disguise as her groom alone, no pleasures attached. Last night, she totally lost it and now he was peeking at her. She felt like screaming loudly but controlled her tongue ranting in silence and appalled by his actions so far.

This bride tugged into a pyjamas and t-shirt, delayed a bit and then left to address the young man. Besides, while he was dozing off, she had been preparing the contract between them and breaching wasn't allowed or else punishment would be served. Soon, her family members would request to dine with the groom at the royal table before their honeymoon takes off. This bride needed to teach him not to screw up the plan and win them off. Despite the fact that she loathe him, he was the only alternative left.