Isabella
I should be excited. I should be thrilled. Instead, I’m hiding in the lady’s room. How did I let Cherry talk me into this? There must be a thousand people out there, most of them g’zillionaires.
I peek my head out the door where Gray is waiting, smiling, handsome as hell. The lock of hair that refuses to be tamed has dropped onto his forehead and his steel gray eyes pierce through my heart as he holds out his hand.
“I’ll be by your side the whole time, Isabella. You can do this.”
“Can’t we just elope to some exotic beach?” My eyes dart to possible exits. It wouldn’t be the first time I tried such a thing.
His smirk is so damn cute. “I offered. You’re the one who refused.”
My heart melts and I chill but not enough for me to leave my safety zone. “I know you did but this is just what your mom implied I wouldn’t be able to handle. Someone in your position deserves a socialite. I had no idea it would be so damn hard to smile and make pleasantries.”
“How about you hold onto my arm and I do the rest?” He tugs me out of the door and sucks in his breath when he sees what I’m wearing.
“Is there anyone else in there?”
“No, why?”
Suddenly, he drags me into the bathroom and locks the door. My short skirt goes to my waist and my new lace garter belt shows. It’s holding up these delicate white stockings that I’m sure will run with what he as in mind.
His hand slips to the inside of my thigh, all the way up. “No fucking panties? Fuck, Isabella. No way.”
He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and his huge cock busts out, ready for business.
I turn around with my elbows on either side of the sink. “Make it quick, guests are waiting.”
He groans, steps up, and slides his finger over my nub to see if I’m ready but I was wet the second he pushed me back into the lady’s room. Actually, the moment I slipped into this sexy underwear.
He feels how slick I am, how my nub is out and waiting then slides slowly into me, plunging deep.
When I start to shout, he slips a thumb into my mouth and I bite down. We rock together, gaining momentum, until we’re in a frenzied heat.
I come almost immediately and he follows. Then he turns me to face him, grinning like a kid. “Oh shit, Isabella. Look what you do to me.”
I laugh as I stare into the mirror, looking totally fucked. “You? Look at my hair.”
“I think you look gorgeous. Are you still nervous?”
“Just about what people are going to say.”
He takes a soft paper towel, the kind rich people get in their bathrooms, and kneels to wipe his cum off from my inner thigh. Smiling, he kisses there and pushes my skirt down.
I zip him up, slick back the errant lock of hair and the happy couple exits the lady’s room…
To applause.
Yeah, I’m not kidding.
I guess someone got wind and everyone has gathered to take shots of our embarrassed faces.
“That’s why we’re getting married, people.” Grayson puts an arm around my shoulders and laughs as we walk through the crowd.
He leads me to the Bushwick table where CJ and Mel are sitting with a couple of NFL stars. Their hockey player friend Kit is there along with his wife, a Russian Olympic star. Past their table sits my mom with most of my uncles and a shit load of cousins.
Mike raises a glass to me and I smile as Grayson puts a glass of champagne in my hand. “Feeling better?”
I nod, watching as a beautiful redhead approaches on the arm of an incredibly handsome man.
“Hi, I’m Cherry.” She kisses us on both cheeks. “And this is CJ’s brother, Andy.”
Grayson chuckles. “You did ask me if he had a brother.”
“C’mon Cherry. Let me buy you a drink.” The man that looks a lot like Chance Quinn winks at us and slips a hand to her lower back.
Chuckling, I put the champagne down, walk to the bar, and order a non-alcoholic cider.
Gray’s brows raise. “Still not feeling well?”
Should I tell him?
“Never better.” I put his hand to my stomach, where a little son or daughter is growing. I know the timing sucks, but he’s been in LA and me in New York. This isn’t something to do with a call or a text and I’m just bursting to share the news.
His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open into a huge smile. “Are you pregnant? Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Uh huh. But you can’t tell anyone. It’s way too soon.”
“When are you due?”
“Early December.”
He counts months on his fingers, trying to figure out when it happened. “How is that possible? I mean, I know how it happens but I thought you were on the pill.”
“Remember the whole frostbite thing. I missed a few days. Are you okay?”
“Hell no, I’m not okay.” He hugs me and twirls me, his mouth on mine. “I’m fucking awesome.”
“Hey everybody,” He grabs the DJ’s microphone. “We’ve decided to move up the wedding date. Uncle George? C’mon up here.”
My bartender-preacher uncle laughs, stands, and shouts out, “You’re going to need a license to make it legit.”
“I’ll get that taken care of right after this. Just say those words in front of everyone here. I’m not waiting until we all get together again, nor for bridesmaids, nor bachelor parties. What do you say, honey?”
I jump up and down with my thumbs up. Not only am I thrilled to be getting married, I’m happy as hell that I don’t need to do the whole walk down the aisle thing. This couldn’t be more perfect.
It may have been the oddest billionaire’s wedding in the history of such things but all I could do was look into the handsome face of my husband as he said those two sweet words, “I do.”
Then, the ceremony ends, people applaud and laugh while Grayson’s mom cries standing next to mine doing the same.
It’s not how I expected my wedding day to be, it’s way better.
As we slow dance to my favorite tune, my heart is bursting with joy. I sigh deeply and get lost in his warm gaze. “I love you, so much.”
With his forehead on mine, he pushes on my lower back until I feel his hard desire. “Me, too, babe. Me too.”
The End