As I stand outside of the judge’s chambers with Griffin and James, I can’t help but feel nervous as hell.

This isn’t how I imagined my wedding ceremony would be. I guess I always pictured some enormous affair with lots of guests and some beautiful flowers. Instead, I’m sitting on a wooden bench in the city courthouse with other couples scattered around, and to top it all off, I’m not even wearing a dress.

Griffin grins at me and squeezes my hand. “Nervous?” he asks.

“I guess so.”

“Don’t be.” He smiles at me warmly.

“I’d be nervous if I were you.”

I glance over at James. He’s sitting across the hall from the two of us, smiling a stupid smile, but I can tell that he’s nervous.

I don’t blame him. Griffin invited him to this little last-minute wedding, and apparently he wasn’t too eager to attend. He didn’t tell Griffin why, but he did say that he felt Griffin was rushing into this. He eventually agreed, since we need a witness, but he’s clearly not happy about it.

There are maybe five other couples in the courthouse this morning waiting for their turn. There’s one couple already in there, and I think we’re coming up soon. Nobody is dressed up, which makes me feel a little bit better, but still. I wish I had the big ceremony and the dress and all that.

I have to remind myself that this isn’t supposed to be real. This isn’t meant to be some long-term thing that we’re really committing to. Yes, we’re doing it for real and making it legal, but only because my father won’t be fooled by faking it. We need to make it look real if we really want to throw him off.

And I really do. I want that bastard to squirm. I can’t help but smile every time I picture the way he’ll react when he finds out that his precious daughter married his biggest enemy.

Well, “precious” is probably not the right word, but whatever. I’m still his daughter whether he likes it or not, and he’s going to hate this.

Griffin glances over at James, and I catch a glimpse of the anger and hate that I know he’s feeling.

“We know how you feel about this already, James,” Griffin says. “No reason to make things harder.”

James grins and holds up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I’m here to be supportive.”

“Thanks,” Griffin says, and turns back to me. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly.

“I’m okay,” I answer. “I’m excited.” I smile up at him, and it’s true. I am excited to become his wife, even if it isn’t for real, even if I am wearing a pretty casual outfit instead of a big white formal dress.

The big doors open and a couple walks out, smiling huge. The secretary calls in the next couple, which unfortunately isn’t us, and so we’re left to wait. Griffin squeezes my hand reassuringly again, and I try to smile up at him.

I can’t pretend like I don’t have reservations about this. We are involved with each other, though I don’t know how seriously we’re involved yet. But when this is all over, we’ll really be married. We’re going to have to have the awkward conversation about whether we want to divorce or not, and what if we can’t agree on what to do? Part of me is afraid that I won’t want to divorce, but he’ll insist on it.

In the end, I owe him this. I know that I do after everything. I came clean and even protected him, but I still went through with the dirty plan from the start. I trusted my father, which was my real mistake, and now I’m atoning for it. After this ceremony and everything’s done, I’ll consider us square and equal. But right now, I still owe him, and I’m going through with this to help him.

Although there is some voice in the back of my mind that really does want to be his wife. There’s a part of me that’s doing this because I want to marry him and be a part of his family. He’s shown me that it’s possible to have a happy family that’s normal and functioning, the total opposite of what I’ve grown up with. Griffin has shown me that I can be happy with a man and I can even help him raise his daughter. I can have a real life outside of my own family, one that’s happy and balanced and normal.

Even though this isn’t normal, not at all, but still.

James looks bored and nervous as we kill time, and I can only imagine what he’s thinking right now. I don’t know how involved he is with my father and what their deal is, but I’m positive he’s already told my father about this little ceremony. I haven’t heard anything from him, and I’m basically living with Griffin right now. I packed my bags last night after everyone went to sleep and moved them over to Griffin’s apartment, and once we’re married, I’m staying there with my husband.

That’ll drive my father nuts. He won’t be able to control me while I’m living with Griffin. That’s what my father wants above all else, total control over everything I do. He doesn’t care about me or my happiness, he just wants to control what I say and what I do. But if I’m not living in his house and using his money, he can’t do a thing to touch me anymore.

Maybe ten minutes pass and the other couple finally emerges. The secretary looks down at her clipboard and calls our names.

Panic jolts through me, but Griffin just stand calmly. He smiles down at me. “Ready?” he asks.

I look up at him and nod. “I’m ready.” I stand up and take his hand.

“It’s going to be easy,” he whispers. “Trust me.”

I squeeze his hand and take a deep breath. We follow the secretary back into the judge’s chambers, James bringing up the rear. Once inside, we gather in front of the judge’s desk.

He’s an old man wearing big black robes. He looks almost comical in them, but I don’t much feel like laughing. I’m nervous as hell when he makes me stand facing Griffin and we hold each other’s hands as James and the secretary stand off to one side and witness the ceremony.

The judge does it quick and simple. He says some words, clearly a little rehearsed speech on love, and then we do the vows. We exchange rings, simple gold bands that Griffin bought yesterday. When we’re finished with the vows and the rings, we kiss, and finally we sign some paperwork. James has to sign as well as the witness, the secretary signs and notarizes it, and finally the judge signs it.

“Congratulations,” he says, smiling. “You’re now husband and wife.”

Griffin grins at me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses me again. James laughs but it sounds hollow.

The whole thing takes ten minutes at most. When we walk out of the room, the paperwork signed and all the fees paid, Griffin and I are married.

“How do you feel?” James asks Griffin.

“I feel married.” We walk together out of the courthouse and we pause on the front steps.

“Well, this is huge,” James says. “I have to admit, I thought you might back out.”

Griffin laughs. “No, not backing out.”

“Let me take you two out,” James says. “Whatever you want, on me.”

“No, that’s okay,” Griffin says. He gives me a dirty grin. “We’re going on our honeymoon now.”

James laughs. “Okay then, you two crazy kids.” He heads off toward the parking lot. “Have some fun, okay!”

“Thanks,” I say to him and Griffin waves.

We watch as he hurries away and Griffin sighs. “That bastard,” he says.

“What?” I ask.

“He felt so fucking guilty,” he says. “He practically just ran off to go report to your father, I bet.”

“Griffin,” I say softly.

He shakes his head angrily. “No, it’s okay. I know what’s happening here. It’s the truth, isn’t it? He’s in your father’s pocket.”

We stand there in silence for a moment before Griffin turns back to me and smiles.

“Hey,” he says. “We just got married.”

I laugh as the absurdity of that statement really hits me. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“I mean, we’re legally husband and wife.”

“I know. And to think just a few hours ago I despised you so much.”

He laughs at my joke and grabs me, pulling me against him. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.

“Of course,” I say. “It’s already done, anyway.”

“I know. It’s just… that was real.”

“It wasn’t how I always pictured my wedding, but it wasn’t so bad.”

“How did you picture it?”

I shrug and press my cheek against his chest. “White dress. Big party. That sort of thing.”

“So in your ideal wedding, the groom isn’t wearing jeans?”

I look up at him and grin. “That’s right.”

“Whoops.”

“You screwed that one up.”

He grins and kisses me again. “Oh well. Too late now.”

“Now what?” I ask him.

“I mentioned a honeymoon, didn’t I?”

I laugh and shrug. “I guess you did. Where are we going?”

“Well, there’s a honeymoon suite available right now.” He smirks and kisses me again, this time more deeply and slowly. When he pulls away, I can feel excitement beginning to pool between my legs. “I was thinking, we should probably consummate this marriage. Make it real.”

“Oh, you were thinking that, were you?” I smile up at him but inwardly my heart is hammering so fast. “I guess we’ll have to then.”

“Come on,” he says. “I can’t wait to get my new wife undressed.” He pulls me toward his car and I can’t help but laugh.

This is my husband. Whether it’s real or not, it’s legal at least. He’s the man I’m married to, and we’re really going through with this dangerous game. I have no clue how my father is going to react, but he’s going to be angry. I know that for sure.

For once in my life, I don’t think I care what my father is going to think. I don’t think that really even matters at all. In the end, it’s only going to be about what I think, and right now I think I want to feel my new husband’s cock deep between my legs.

I want to taste him. I want to feel him fuck every single one of my holes and completely dominate me. I’ve given him my virginity in every single way possible, and now I’ve given him my entire self. I want him to take me home and use me now, use me the way I want to be used.

I want to fuck my husband until I can barely breathe.