Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Now what do I do about my dad’s money?” I stop to think about that for a moment, and then an idea hits me.
“Did he say it specifically had to go on any one thing?”
“Mmm. No. Just for the wedding.”
“Great. Then his money can pay for the honeymoon. You want to go to Europe and that will be more than enough.”
“I like that idea.” Good.
“A baby, huh?”
“Yeah,” she says, touching my face. “A baby. We’re having a baby,” she whispers.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper back before kissing her lips. Our family is starting now, and I will protect them with my life.
CHAPTER 11
NOVEMBER
SIX WEEKS LATER
Our wedding was everything I wanted—finally. After weeks of planning with the help of the incomparable Hailey Jorgensen, we were able to have the intimate ceremony and reception I had always dreamed of. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over us as we stood under the simple wooden arch adorned with wildflowers and the bonfire nearby. Once I gave up the pretense of school and told my mom how I was feeling, I started thriving again. I’m even working at the dry cleaners, even though Lincoln has made it abundantly clear that I don’t have to work if I don’t want to. I love working at Luxe.
My dress, a flowing ivory creation, was a testament to my love for simplicity and nature. Migan captured me perfectly. And my groom, with his rugged good looks and easy smile, looked perfect in his classic black tux. Our families and closest friends surrounded us, their love and support palpable in the air.
As we exchanged vows and promised to love and cherish each other forever, I couldn't help but feel like this was exactly where I was meant to be. Everything was perfect because we chose everything down to the napkin rings ourselves.
After the ceremony, and despite the cold, we danced under the stars—our first dance as husband and wife. I knew that this was just the beginning of our beautiful journey together. As we said goodbye to our loved ones and retreated to our honeymoon suite, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, this love, this life. It was everything I had ever wanted and so much more.
And the best thing? Even though he disinvited his parents, I invited them back. I didn’t want to start the next chapter of my life with that woman hating me any more than she already does. Everyone said I was crazy, but even Clarice appreciated it. I couldn’t let her miss her only child’s wedding. I can be the bigger person. It’s also pretty amazing how quick her tune changed when she found out my biological father is the President of the United States. How she found it? I have no idea. I’m not really telling anyone, of course I told Lincoln and my parents, but as far as I’m concerned, Henry Fowler is and always will be my dad, but I guess I’ve got enough love for another dad too.
Once in the honeymoon suite, he kisses me, ravaging my mouth. The room is dimly lit, the glow of the fireplace casting shadows across the plush carpet. There are rose petals strewn about the room, and the air is filled with the Tahitian vanilla scent from the lit candles. My senses are on overload right now. I can do nothing but moan as he strips off my dress with such force that it tears at the seams. I don’t mind. Migan will fix it. I want him to destroy me, take me without restraint. He is like a wild animal; his eyes are dark and primal. The sound of the sheets rustling as he pushes me onto the bed fills the room. I’m feeling a bit feral, too, right now. The sheets are plush and cool against my bare skin, starkly contrasting the fiery heat coursing through my body.
He doesn’t bother carefully removing his own clothes either; he simply tears them off with the same ferocity he used on my dress. And then he is on top of me; his hard body presses against mine, his tongue laves against my neck. I moan as his hard cock enters me; the pleasure almost unbearable. He doesn’t hold back, thrusting into me with a primal rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
He sucks on my neck; his breath is hot and wet against my skin. He moves to my lips, and I can almost taste the lingering flavor of the champagne we drank at our wedding reception. I let out soft moans as he continues to drive into me, my head rhythmically hitting the headboard.
I lose myself in the moment, in its heat, passion, and intensity. As we move together, our bodies slick with sweat, I realize that this is what true love feels like. It is raw, wild, and unapologetic, just like our lovemaking. Everything about this, about us, is wild.