Chapter 3 The Wedding

The day was here. Most of the bridesmaids arrived last night and the remainder came this morning. I still can't believe that she didn't tell any of her friends. Well, at least she made things easier for me.

After hair and makeup, we drove down to the church for the ceremony. My heart was beating loudly against my chest and I felt the strong urge to just shout "stop!" and run out of the car.

As we got there, the type of car I saw made my mouth fall open. It was the type you saw on TV, not in real life, plus the whole place was swarming with security and escorts. We got in through the back and dad came to walk me down the aisle.

Immediately the doors opened, all eyes fell on me. I gulped, "You can do this". I kept chanting to myself. As we walked, I looked up at the altar and saw the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life, probably in his early or mid-thirties. He was tall, and his skin had a soft glow to it. His bulging muscles peeked at his suit, giving me the impression that he worked out regularly. Overall he was a perfect 10. I struggled to understand how any sane woman could walk away from that. Anyway, Blaire wasn't sane, not in my opinion anyway.

He was smiling at me and his eyes never left me once till I stood opposite him. "You look so beautiful" he mouthed to me. Feeling weak, I gave him a small smile and mouthed "thank you".

We said our vows, and then we kissed. His lips were so soft, and he tasted like mint. A part of me was scared shitless while another wanted him to continue. After that, it was done. We are now husband and wife.

During the reception he kept his hand on mine the whole time, occasionally squeezing my palms. I could see that he was really happy and that he actually loved Blair, which made things more difficult for me.

As we got into the car that was to drive us to the hanger, he leaned into me.

"You've been so quiet baby, I hope you're alright? He said kindly.

I gulped.

"Yeah, I'm good" I said, taking his hands.

"Just that this dress is killing me, it's so tight," I said jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out of it soon" he said with a wicked smile.

Oh shit. I realized what he meant right away. That part had skipped my mind and thinking about it right now made me pissed.

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As we touched Paris, we already had a fleet of cars waiting to escort us to La bombe, the hotel where we would be spending our honeymoon.

The drive was quick, and we got there in less than twenty minutes. The suite was huge and tastefully decorated with beige and cream designs. I peeked through the slide doors and I saw a jacuzzi at the far end, smoke rising from the tub gently. The whole place was amazing, and I'd never seen anything like it in my life.

I walked to the bedroom where Damon sat in his briefs. His chiseled body shone and I could see a dark mark in his lower belly that looked like a tattoo. As he raised his head and saw me, he broke into a small smile and walked up to me. With each step he took, I could feel my heart beating a hundred times.

He finally reached where I was, and before he could speak I broke in.

"Could you help me with my dress? I think the zip is stuck."

"Of course" he said, moving behind me.

He slowly reached for the zip and gently pulled it down, revealing my bare back.

"Thank you babe. "I'm going to take a bath. I feel sticky" I said with a smile, meanwhile I was scared shirtless within.

As I stepped into the shower, I turned the knob of the hot water, increasing it till I could feel smoke rising from my skin.

I stayed there for almost 30 minutes before I summoned the courage to come out.

"My period just came" I said aloud. Keeping a look of regret.

"Is that why you've been in a mood today? Did you carry your drugs?

"What drugs?". Immediately the words left my mouth, I knew it was a mistake.

"The ones you take for your period, haven't the cramps begun?" he asked.

"It has, I feel it now, but not strongly."

Okay, let's order dinner. I'm starving. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled and we both laughed.

He read through what we'd chosen, then looked at me. "Pickled apples? I thought you hated those."

I gulped. "Yeah I do, I just...wanted to try something different. I mean maybe it tastes better here", I stammered. Really? Is that the best I could come up with? I mentally chided myself.

He looked at me strangely but still ordered it anyway. The food came, and we ate together. I purposely left the apples even though they looked really appetizing to me. I didn't want more questions that I didn't have answers to.

After dinner, we got into bed, and he pulled me close, covering me with his body before we fell asleep.

His arms provided comfort to me, and for the first time since our union I breathed easily. I refused to listen to the voices in my head and I just lay there enjoying the feeling of being so close to him.