4 comments/ 23356 views/ 5 favorites Everything Will Change Ch. 01 By: DreamMaker12 This first chapter is not very long, there's no sex in it, and there's not a lot talking either, mostly just information for future chapters. * "I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to be taken, forced to take some unknown illegal substance, thrown into a room with a guy and be expected to perform such lewd activities, including the ambitions of my abductors that I become pregnant. I never intended to be so attached to a guy I barely know. True, that I did always want kids but not until I was married to a man that I love and who loves me dearly. Now, here I am. Chapter 1 I should probably start at the beginning. I was out on my day off, my single only day off of the week doing things you save for that day: groceries, paying bills, cleaning around the house, squeezing a meal or two in there somewhere, and if there's time maybe relax at a coffee shop or go to the movies. Today I decided on all of the above. After I finished cleaning it was a little after 4, so I decided I'd go to the movies, get a small popcorn and an Icee. Then I'd go to a cyber-coffee shop, and munch on a chocolate frap while checking my online stuff. It was there that I got the spiders crawling on your skin type feeling, you know the one. It tells you someone's boring wholes into your back or you're being followed. I turned around nonchalantly, pretending I was looking for something in my purse hanging on the back of the chair, trying to see who was watching me and why I had that feeling. The hair on my arm was standing up. I saw no one looking at me directly so I turned back to the screen, quickly signed out of all my accounts, got up chucked my half drunk frap, and walked out of the café. It was only a few blocks to the apartment building but I considered taking a cab. When I looked back at the café and saw no one followed me out I just impulsively decided to walk. I got to the corner before I started to feel queasy. The sidewalk started curving in front of me and I'd swear that the brick wall of the building I started leaning against was melting. Just then a black van with the door already sliding pulled up next to the sidewalk, actually one wheel went up on the sidewalk and just before everything went black I had the thought, 'Someone laced my drink.' I woke in a haze. There was a bright light above my head and when I blinked a few times I saw that it was a lamp. Shear white light shone directly into my eyes. I tried to focus on something else, first I closed my eyes to adjust to the lighting. I see that the bed is one like in the hospital and the head part is raised a bit, then I notice my hands and ankles are bound by the leather type shackles hospitals use. Surprisingly, I didn't need to think to remember what had happened and what must've happened. I remembered thinking my drink was drugged just before I passed out, which is when whoever must've made their move. A small part of my mind was wondering why I was taking and why they chose me? Because drugging my drink, that seemed like I was somehow important. Which didn't make sense, I was nobody. Just a small town girl, going to the University in the large city. The other more prominent part of my mind was trying desperately to get out of the shackles. I was forcing my right hand to slither out of its confines. One time long ago I had dislocated my thumb in softball practice and since then it had been looser, and I was sure I could dislocate it again and shimmy out of it. Just then the door clanged, I readjusted to make it look like I had just struggled with it but I was sure I could get out of it if necessary. Then the door swung open and in came a man I'd never seen before. He was big, like huge. Not fat, but muscular. He was black. He looked much like a boxing legend or something. He was also very tall, at least 6' 4", but I could only guess from my position on the bed. The Michael Clark Duncan-look alike didn't say anything, and didn't move to touch me, his face showed no emotion. Strangely, I found that a little comforting, I did my best to emulate him. I didn't ask any of the dozens of questions pinging around my head, I didn't start to cry, and I didn't try to struggle against my restraints. I had noticed I was wearing nothing. I just had a thin sheet between my nakedness and the cool air. I also noted that the door was steel, it swung inwards to the room, and the latch on it moved sideways-so there was little chance of getting the door open from the inside; when I planned my escape I would have to wait till someone came in. MCD guy never took his eyes off me, and the silence was starting to drive me nuts. Just before I lost my resolve I heard steps ascending stairs. When she came in she about took my breath away; she was one of the most entrancing women I'd ever seen. Not super thin like a model, but thin enough she must have guys drooling at her feet. With a bust that would make even the straightest of girls' mouths water, and a nice shapely ass. She had stood against a light in the hallway at the door, and her silhouette gave me pause. This was a woman who'd make Jessica Rabbit's mouth hang open. She even had flaming red hair, which I know couldn't have come from a bottle and if it did then her stylist deserved a medal. It had a bit of a curl to it and I guessed it came to her shoulder blades. I hadn't heard what she asked the MCD guy, but heard him reply, "No, she hasn't even spoken." "Well, that's a new one." Once again I tried this guy's approach. I remained stoically silent as I watched her come close to the bed, and sit beside me on the bed. A sweet smile crossed her face, and I tried not to show my confusion and wariness. She moved her right hand to stroke my cheek gently, with the back of her hand. "Don't worry, little one. You're going to be well taken care of." She said. I could no longer hold in the questions that plagued my mind. "Why am I here?" I didn't start sobbing, but my voice did crack on the last word. "You're here as a gift, little one; to the son that will inherit." She smiled what I could only guess was a smile intended to give comfort. I was breathing long and slow, to try to get my emotions in check and in hopes of not allowing tears to fall down my face. "Whose son, and what am I intended for?" I asked two because I wasn't sure how long this honest exchange would last. "The son of crime boss Alphonse Stewart, the one responsible for all the drug sales and production in this city. And you are intended to be his bride." I hadn't guessed any of it right. Bride, crime boss, drugs. When I realized I was naked, I had guessed sex was a part of it; and when I saw 'block of muscle' guy I should have guessed something to that respect, but this was all way too much to take in. She waited while I attempted to come to terms with it all. "You said 'inherit', so that means I'm supposed to marry the next crime boss of this city?" "Precisely." "I didn't know we had a crime boss, I've never heard of this guy before." "That's because he's just that good. He keeps his name out of the news and the papers, he pays his taxes, he has everyone believing he's a solid citizen." "Well, that must be a job of work." I let a little sarcasm leak from my voice. She smiled a large smiled and coughed a little laugh, "I like you, you're going to be fun." For the next hour I asked many questions, all of which were answered honestly. I learned that my 'fiancé'-I would choke on the word if I had to say it out loud-was 25, worked in his father's 'company', liked traveling, movies, and surfing-when he had the chance to anyways. I learned that we would be married tonight in private tonight and in a few months publically, so that people could see us together before we were married, again. Ugh, this was so frustrating. I couldn't think of a way out of this mess. Couldn't bare the thought of marrying someone I'd never even seen and it was killing me that all choices and decisions were taken from me. I then bucked up my courage to ask- "And don't I, or for that matter either of us, get the opportunity to choose? Decide for ourselves that we want this so-called marriage." "No." She said simply. That was when the tears finally broke free of the damn, for a while I had them at bay during the information gathering, but at that word I broke. It wasn't because it was harsh or anything just knowing that I was trapped and without any means of bartering or escape, my eyes flooded and didn't stop for a long time. End of Chapter 1 This story will continue, I promise it gets much hotter, and a lot will happen soon. Everything Will Change Ch. 02 The lady, whose name I learned was, Kaitlin and she preferred to be called Kat, unlocked my shackles, all of them. I didn't move to get up because Michael Clark Duncan guy was still there and I was still naked. Kat stepped outside the door and handed me a strapless white bra, a royal blue satin dress, and strappy sandals. She turned to muscle guy and said, "Excuse us, please." "Please change, I know it can't be comfortable for you like that." "Um, thank you." Kat politely turned and faced the door. "What is that guy's name? He looks like he could be Michael Clark Duncan's brother." She said in a quieted voice, since he was standing just outside the door. "Oh, that's funny. I hadn't put that together, but you're right. Actually his name is Duncan Owens." At this point she had put on the bra and had started pulling the dress over her head when a sharp pain caused her to gasp. She stopped in the middle of putting her dress on leaving it draped on her shoulders to feel the spot that was now aching. "That's where Duncan kicked you. You were drugged, but when they got you in the van you started to thrash and flail about. For a minute they thought the drugs hadn't affected you enough because you only drank half of your drink. And then your leg hit him in the crotch, and he reacted." I was still clutching or rather caressing at the bruise on my side; it was so tender and sensitive. It reminded me of the time I got hit with a softball when I was in high school, it hurt like hell and it took near two months for it to completely fade. I would swear this one was darker. She continued when I still didn't say anything or move to continue dressing. "It wasn't intentional and it wasn't part of the plan, but it happened. Turns out you had a small seizure, you were allergic to the drug they gave you. Don't worry; when you were unconscious we had a doctor thoroughly check you over. The doc said it was luck that you had had so little of the drug, and you wouldn't have any other side effects." "Can you help me finish, I'm not sure I can." Kat moved in behind me to ease the dress down my back then helped me get my arm in the one shoulder strap. The dress came to about mid-thigh, shorter than my usual, but the color was great-my favourite actually. It had a bit of frill at the top, chiffon I think but I don't really know much about material or dresses. I normally go with what feel comfortable. The frilly part for the bottom started around my waist, then layered to the end. I had to think it looked good. I slipped into the shoes and turned to Kat. "No underwear?" I hated that I had to ask for something I assumed was simple. "Oh. Apologies I forgot that." She reached around the door and grabbed what she knew must be there then tossed it at me, I caught it reflexively. "Thanks." It was a thong, so the enthusiasm wasn't really behind the word, but it had to be said. She took my hand after I had finished putting them in place and making sure The dress lay flat and not tucked in anywhere. She laced our fingers together and started down the hall. Duncan was right on our heels. I asked her, "Are you the mother of my.."I still couldn't say the word. "Of Andre, no." It was the first time his name was said. "His mother died giving birth to him. I married Alphonse 5 years later. I do love him though, and his father." Her eyes got that glow-kind of twinkle, you know the one. It tells anyone watching her that she loves and adores this person. It kind of made my heart warm to hers. Then I suddenly realized something. I stopped and nearly pulled the woman back with me when I turned to face Duncan. "Sir, I would like to apologize for my actions in the van. I hope you know I was not aware of any of it. I didn't mean to hurt you, or anyone for that matter. It wasn't me, I hope you know that." Kat was smiling broadly, I saw from the corner of my eye-though I had no idea why, and Duncan seemed stunned. He stammered for a second, looked m right in the eye, then said, "No apologies necessary, I understand. And I apologize for my reaction. I was afraid I had broken your rib, I was happy when the doc said there was no fracture. Please accept my sincere apology for your injury." This man had been raised right, as I was. "Apology accepted. And thank you." Again I shocked him, and Kat. "For?" he raised an eyebrow. "When you came into the room, I must confess I was scared to death. I honestly thought I might have an attack right there. But when I saw how unaffected you were by your surroundings it filled me with comfort, somehow; you didn't speak, try to touch me, and you showed no emotion. I tried to do the same it may very well be why I am taking this situation as well as I am. And I'm trying to thank you for your stoicism. It helps me." He just nodded. So I nodded once then turned to Kat, and she started leading me again. Duncan stayed right behind us. All the way up two flights of stairs, and down a long corridor, to the big double doors at the end of that hallway. Inside that door, he waited. The crime boss Alphonse Stewart. ********** The room as long, and filled with fine furniture. Wood paneling on the walls told me this house or at least this room was at least 35 years old. The couches and single comfy chair surrounded the fireplace near the center of the room, while a large sturdy looking wood desk and bookcase took up the other half of the room. The man who must be in his 50's, showed every minute of that age. His hair was silvering on the sides but he still had a full head of dark hair. He was sitting on the couch facing the door, awaiting our arrival I suppose. Kat let go of my hand and practically skipped to wear he sat, kissed him whole heartedly, then she sat next to him. He signaled for us, me and Duncan, to sit across from him on the other couch while Kat quietly filled him in on everything that had happened; everything she told me, almost all the questions I asked-the more pertinent ones anyway, the ending with the two little conversations we had on the way up here. He turned on me and his sharp grey eyes were fixed on my face. The grey was just like his hair, it still had a dark twinge to it. He said, "And what is your name?" It was the first time someone asked me, and it was the first time he spoke to me, or loud enough for me to hear him. His voice was so calm and commanding; it sent chills down my back. But I remembered Duncan's stoic approach to things and remained calm. "Jasmine, sir." "Ah, good name." "Thank you, sir." "And you understand that you are here to become the wife of my son? That there is no alternative to you, that you must do what we ask?" "I ..I understand." I said with a shaky breath. "And I don't really see it as asking. Nor do I see that I have another choice." He smiled lightly, for a moment. Then relaxed, "True, on both counts." "I understand." She near whispered. "My son is a good man. He will do as he was told and marry. He will treat you right, and you both will learn to love and trust each other." I seriously doubted it, but I wasn't going to voice that. And I was sure I could control my face enough to not show that doubt. I didn't want to think about the wedding Kat said would happen tonight, and I also couldn't let myself think about what would happen after the so-called wedding. I am a virgin, yes, at 22, I am a virgin. If I let myself think of imminent dealings I would not make it past the next few minutes. Right at that moment, a man came in the double doors. He strode straight to the comfy chair, without speaking or looking at me. I assumed he was a lieutenant or something. Until Mr. Stewart spoke, "Andre, I wanted you to meet your betrothed before the rehearsal and the wedding. Both of which will happen tonight; then we will have a formal dinner, and the two of you will go to the hotel for a honeymoon." That was a lot of information to get in about thirty seconds. We both looked at each other for a moment. Then, I looked down. I was unable to look at those eyes any longer. Grey, like his fathers, not as dark though, but they were dead like he was looking right through me. It was nearly heart wrenching. ************* -I looked at her. Her long dark brown hair, hung down around her waist. It was just a bit wavy, natural, had to be. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair. Lashes were long and when she looked down at the floor they swept her cheek. She tried to hide her face with her hair, but from this position it was impossible to hide from me, not without directly turning away. Which I assume she was too afraid to attempt. -I hated how scared she seemed. I mustn't show her how much I am affected by her fear. I must remain, distant. I'm sure I seem like a monster to her, but it's better than the alternative, for right now I'll allow her to think I feel nothing for her. Father had just finished speaking. So without skipping a beat, I got up. I walked the four steps to stand in front of her. I bowed, took her right hand in mine, and kissed it. -"Future wife of mine, can we spend a few moments alone?" "Yes, of course." She forced herself to say. We got up, and walked silently to the double doors. After he shut them behind us, we walked down the hall to a corridor that led to a balcony. When we walked through the French doors onto the balcony, I breathed in deeply. As soon as I breathed in fresh air I felt much better. The sun had just set there was just a little pink left. Stars were just appearing, and the animals and insects were just starting their chorus. I had held in that deep breath for a near full minute; then released it. I felt him watching me, so I turned to face him. -She likes the night air, she enjoys being outside just like me. -"I want to apologize. For so much; you being brought here, the terrible situation you are in, and if the others have offended you." "I can't really say it's ok, but I do appreciate your apology." -"I hate that we are both here, and trapped. But believe me when I say, there is no way out if it." "I'm starting to get that. I think every person I've met so far has told me that at least once. Heh." -"I don't doubt that." Silence fell as they regarded each other a moment. She moved to rest her elbows on the stone railing of the balcony. He took this chance to look her over some more. -She has such a perfect body. Her ass has that perfect heart shape. Her waist is not small so she probably doesn't like it, but it accentuates her figure so well. Her dark hair flowed down her back like a dark chocolate cascade. Simply beautiful. Her breasts though not visible from this viewpoint, fill out that dress like it was made for her. No doubt about it, he'd loved this girl since he first saw her. I sighed, having come to a conclusion while he stared at me. "Well, I guess we have no choice." He snapped out of his evaluation of me. "We'll just have to make the best of it." I turned around abruptly, and moved in to hug him. He tried to take a step back, but I had wrapped my hands around his waist. He was easily 7 or 8 inches taller than me, my head wrested comfortably against his shoulder. I turned my head to nuzzle his neck, and then I started lightly kissing his neck. He froze. I knew he felt nothing for me, but I feared if either of us tried to back out of this arrangement, I would be killed, I was expendable. He was the heir. So I resolved to make him feel something for me, if only a respect. Just about anything to preserve my life. I continued lightly kissing his neck. Hoping it wasn't completely repulsive to him. I moved up to lick then nibble on his ear. I heard his gasp, and thought that meant he was enjoying it. He then turned me and pushed me against the wall near the doors. I thought he was going to hit me, I couldn't open my eyes; too afraid. I flinched before his flesh touched mine. -She is kissing my neck. Why? I thought she would've hated me. It's my fault we were both in this situation. She must be doing this out of fear for her life. If I don't move she might not realize my growing erection. It was getting stiff before she started this, just from looking at her, and now this. Oh, Gods. She's moving up my neck. Not the ear, I can't take that. It will be too much. She took my ear in her lips, then her teeth slightly vibrated on my earlobe. Oh, my God! -I can't take it. I force her to the wall. Wait, her eyes are closed. Maybe she doesn't want this, I can't force her. I reach up to stroke her cheek, and she flinches. She thought I would hit her. I would never. I need to reassure her, that she is safe with me, that I wouldn't hurt her. How? -"Open your eyes." He whispered. Then he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand I did. He was standing a few inches from me. His face was fierce, and his other hand was on my shoulder, holding me against the wall. -"I won't touch you if you don't want me to. I don't want to force you." "It's just that...I wanted to see if we were at least compatible." I said in shaky whisper. -"If you were to continue with that nibbling on my earlobe, I might've taken you here and now." He chuckled warily. I wasn't sure if he meant that or if it was a joke. Uneven, shaking breaths were moving through my nose. -"Shall we continue with your test of compatibility." "I suppose so. I want to know.., before we are.. married." I near chocked that last word out. -I moved in close pressing my body close to hers. I move my hand to run my fingers through her magnificent hair, and my other hand moves to cup face as I move mine in to kiss her. The first one is soft and careful. Then I move back for a second only to go back for a second kiss. This one is more forceful, and long. Our mouths open and our tongues meet for the first time. I start grinding into her pelvis; nailing her to the wall. How is it possible? These kisses are fantastic. Is conceivable that someone could smell this good. I am very inexperienced but I thought it was perfect; the way our bodies moved together, the way our tongues danced around each other. I couldn't imagine it being any better. He pushing me against the wall with such force: that must mean he likes it too, I think? "Oh, God." I say when our lips part. He starts kissing my neck as I had before. And my hands stroke his back, and then I scratch down his back. He groans, then chuckles; and continues. He brings his right hand up, to slip into the top of my dress to find my now hard nipple. He tweaks and caresses my breast in alternating moments. I start crying out and moaning as he switches. -I then move my left hand behind her back and let my right hand glide over her stomach down beneath her dress that I lift to gain entrance to her pussy. A finger delves to my 'womanhood' as my mother would have called it. I have always shaved it, I have never even had a boyfriend but one time when I watched a porno online-the only time I'd ever done something like that-The girl in the video had a shaved area and the guy seemed to idolize her for it. I tried it once and loved the feeling so I've done it ever since. His finger ran slowly rubbed slowly over my mound, easily surpassed the tiny panties. -I found her sensitive button and she spasmed uncontrollably. I knew she was seconds from going over the edge. So I let my middle finger slide into her opening. Then I began moving it in and out of her. And she came all over my hand. Then I felt her barrier. End of Chapter 2 Everything Will Change Ch. 03 -When I realized she was a virgin, I froze. I couldn't understand how this beautiful, delicate flower had gone untouched. She was too magnificent for me. The perfection of the creature is unparalleled. I can't believe I am going to get to keep this innocent for my own. I know he must have felt my hymen. How he must hate me. How he must view me: as a pathetic and sad creature. I know a 22 year old, virgin girl seems unbelievable and ridiculous. Not completely innocent, and not entirely without needs. But I never wanted to go too far with a guy; true, part of me did want to wait for my husband to take me on my honeymoon but I had planned on that not being for years. He's stopped and is putting my clothes back in order. He might want to get rid of me. God, what will I do if that happens? -I removed my finger and helped to put her to rights. She looks scared, why is that? Oh, how I want her right now. We should go back in, and let my father know we're ready to get married. But why is she afraid, she just pulled away from me? -"What is wrong? Why do you recoil from me?" "Do I have to say it out loud?" He must be trying to humiliate me. -"I guess you do, Jasmine, what is wrong? Did I do something?" "You...you realized I am a..virgin." I couldn't look at him. "You must think I'm pathetic, or that I'm not worthy of you any longer. You must be thinking how to get rid of me, right now. God, I'm just useless." I sank to my knees and started sobbing. I didn't know what was happening, I was crying so hard that I didn't hear him walk past me. But I did feel him sink down behind me and wrap his arms around me. He held me to him while I tried to get my breathing under control. He pulled my hair away from my face, and continued to hold me. I heard him whisper, -"I could never think you are pathetic. Just thirty seconds ago I was thinking how much I wanted to take you here and now. That I couldn't wait to go back in and tell my father we are ready to marry, so I can get you to a bed and take you slow and with little pain. When I found you were a virgin, I realized how much I wanted you." "Oh, Andre, are you serious? You want me? Why? How? God, I want you too. I've wanted you since I first saw you. Your eyes, they looked right through me, like you were seeing right into my soul. I remember thinking it was heart wrenching, that I was to 'marry' this man, who I just met, but already loved. God help me, I love you even if you don't love me." -"Good." I helped her up. "Let's go inside, and get married. I can't wait much longer for you. And by the way, I do love you." ***** They were still smiling at each other when they walked back through the double doors, back to where his father and step-mother were waiting. Curled into each other's arms, they saw the couple approach. -"Father, we're ready to begin." "Excellent. I knew you two would match well together." -"Yes, well." Ahem. "How do we do this?" "Duncan, bring the Father in here please. Kat, go help her change." Duncan had been sitting in a low bench in front of the window, all but forgotten by Alphonse till the moment he was needed. Kat moved to take my hand, and I followed her to a door opposite the fireplace. It was a bathroom, but it was huge. There was a massive tub that had to be a Jacuzzi, a shower with two glass walls and two shower heads. The toilet I assumed was behind a closed door between the two. We stood by the sinks and I saw through another open door in front of us a bedroom. I saw then the amazing dress that hung behind the door we just came through. I could not have imagined a better one for me. It had long sleeved, it had layers of material that would cup gracefully and not show too much cleavage. The dress must be some kind of special satin-it was so soft. Embroidered around the waist was what seemed to be a belt of sparkling jewels, which subtly pointed downward that would accentuate my smallish belly. It then flowed down in beautiful cascades of the material. It was perfect. Kat helped me out of the now, in comparison, lame blue dress. And I remembered the enormous bruise on my side, which must have been forgotten outside, with Andre. I smiled at the memory. We eased me out of the blue dress as I held in a gasp. Then the white dress, my wedding dress, was taken off the hanger with careful hands, and unzipped down the back. I stepped into it, and Kat raised it for me. My hands found the sleeves and then I had to squeal from the pain. The bruise throbbed, and I would swear it were on fire. Eventually we got it in place, and Kat zipped me up. I swept away the tears with the back of my hand, while we examined my reflection. "You look amazing. Like an angel." She said smiling. "Thank you." I smiled broadly. It takes a lot long to write all this than it took to do it. We were opening the door again not two minutes later. I stepped out of the door first, Andre had his back to me, he turned and all but ran to wrap his arms around me as I raised mine to wrap around his broad shoulders. We both knew that two minutes apart was too much. Duncan returned moments later, flanked by a Catholic priest, carrying the Bible and a few folded papers. When he got in position, in front of the large desk, he started to open his mouth but Alphonse interrupted "The way we're working this is that you'll be married by the church first, all the right documents will be filled tomorrow morning and legally you will be married, but publically it will look as though you two are just dating. In a few months, you will have a public ceremony of which, Jasmine, your family and friends can attend. We in this room, alone, will know the truth." -"If it's alright with Jasmine, it'll be alright with me." "Yes." And with that the ceremony started, the priest, called Father Jim, nearly recited the words, only looking down occasionally. He asked us to sign, the document that read, "Certificate of Marriage" in bold old English script. There was a step, though that apparently no one remembered. The Rings. "Have you the ring" Father Jim asked Andre. Andre turned pale, which sat awkwardly on his usually tanned composed face. He turned to his father, who looked as though he were holding his breath to keep from screaming. Kat just hung her head, and never met my eyes. "Hey, it is okay, Andre," I raised my hand to cup his cheek. "I got it covered." He looked so confused that I nearly laughed. I put my right hand in my left, and pulled the Claddagh ring from my right hand, where it had sat for the last five years in the same position, with the heart pointing away from my body, indicating I was single. I put it into Andre's waiting hand. -"I don't understand." He said with half a smile and a raised eyebrow. "The hands represent friendship; the crown represents loyalty; the heart represents love. I promise them all to you." "Awww." I heard Kat say. "The position of this ring is supposed to indicate to others one's marital status, but since most people don't know that it usually does no good. When worn on the left hand, with the heart pointing towards me, it means that I'm married. So that's all you have to do." A tear fell down my cheek as he placed my ring on my finger. We were married. "You may now kiss the bride." Father Jim said, smiling. And we did, boy did we. Long and soft he kissed me. ***** At dinner I was nervous. I know that I loved him, not entirely sure how that is possible but I did. In the span of an hour, I had met a man, kissed him, been intimate with him, fallen in love and married him. That is a lot to process. So I did my best to take a few moments whenever I could to steady my nerves. -She keeps going silent, like she's thinking really hard about something. Oh, is she thinking of how to get away? I knew it, she was just placating me, so she can run the first chance she gets. She must hate me; it's my fault she's here. Jasmine, I love you and I can't lose you. How will I convince her to stay? I must convince her of my love, but how? I never left his side, and we never released our hands. We talked a little, but nothing very personal, like the food is good and I agreed, even though I barely tasted it. When the cake was brought, out it took my breath away. It had five layers and a tiny dancing couple on top. The figurines were spinning gracefully, and I had a fleeting thought as too how that was possible but didn't voice it. I clutched Andre's hand and mine to my heart and said, "It's beautiful, perfect." -"Yes, it is." I turned and he was looking at me. "Oh, how I love you." And I rose on my toes to kiss him. Since there was no photographer there neither of us felt like doing that thing where we shove cake in the other's face. We cut the cake, served us a small piece, the cut tiny pieces with a fork and fed it to the other. It was a velvety type of chocolate, very light color but very rich, the icing was cream cheese, I think. After that someone started some music on a cd, I recognized it as the Sleeping Beauty Waltz, but I don't know the real name. I smiled, and asked "Can we dance?" -"Of course, my dove. Would you like to?" "Please?" We moved to the only vacant area of the room and he took my hand and spun me around to make my arm fly out, then he pulled me back to spin into his awaiting arm. We moved around so gracefully and with such harmonization one would think we were made for each other. "I have to ask.." "Yes?" "Why me?" "Heh, right, that." I waited for him to continue, I looked into his eyes, the beautiful eyes held mine, it almost felt like a trance. "I have been watching you for months; I first saw you at the university campus. We didn't share any classes, but one time I was sitting coming out of a building and you were there. You were sitting under a tree, books sliding off your lap and you were basking in the sunlight. A squirrel came to you from another tree in the same area and you reached out to see if he'd come to you. He came close and sniffed your finger then rubbed his head against your fingers. You pet him and smiled. That smile did it. You were beautiful before but with that you changed into something more: angel, fairy, something too lovely to put into words." With that story I smiled again and he stopped our movement, "That. Right there. God, you are ethereally gorgeous." He sighed. "after that I became obsessed; I followed you, I watched you and realized you were not only beautiful but smart-I sat in on some of your classes and while you rarely offered information though I'm sure you could, you always understood what was happening and could explain it to a fellow student who asked you at the end of class. You are also one of the most kind people I have ever met; whenever you pass a homeless person on the street-between school and work or work and home, you always buy them some food or offer them money. No one does that anymore. Also you work harder than most, you commit yourself to you job and always have a smile for people, and are always ready to help a friend with anything they need-shoulder to cry on, ear to ramble to, helping hand if they need. You always surprise me with your kindness and generosity, in essence you are perfect." I could not form words. Maybe I should be upset at being followed, watched, and stalked, but honestly I found it endearing: maybe I'm nuts. He said I am perfect; with all my flaws-I cannot see the beauty he sees, but I might call myself pretty-with enough make up; my last 'boyfriend' (air quoted because we never did more than a little peck on the lips, plus he came out too me when he broke up with me—he's now my gay best friend) criticized me for giving away my money and for being a know-it-all in class. But Andre saw perfection in that. I only hope that I can love him as he loves me. I held him close as we danced, when the music changed to a salsa like tango he led me around the floor like an expert, it was fantastic. ***** As we left Kat and Alphonse through flower petals at us and we climbed into a small sports car, and drove away. We drove to the hotel, it only took 10 minutes to get there, but I needed to know more about my husband so I took that time to get to know him a bit better. He already knew much more about me than I knew of him. So we pretty much played 'you tell me, I'll tell you' the whole way. "Did you go to college?" -"Only for a year, for the experience, I guess. I always knew I'd be taking over." "I know your father's organization has something to do with drugs, do you do any drugs?" -"No. We have a strict policy of no tolerance." "Ah." -"Have you ever done drugs?" "No. I smoke hookah, but that's just tobacco. And I only do it for recreation." -"Tried that once, didn't like it. Too harsh." "Well, that was probably either the flavor, or the coals were too hot. My friends call me the Hookah Queen, I know how to make it good." -"Huh, well we should try it some night." "Absolutely." Now for the questions I didn't want to ask, but had to know. *Sigh* "What in my life will have to change?" -"I know you need to know, so I'll tell you the most important details now, the rest we can get to." "Okay." -"You must move into the mansion; you'll need to leave behind some large aspects of your life, especially after the 'wedding.' Such as, you'll probably only see your family and friends on special occasions. If you have any pets they can come with you, but most of your stuff you won't keep. We'll send someone for that, it'll be too emotional for you. As for school, I know you're at the university, you'll probably just finish this semester, if you want. Until the 'wedding' your life will pretty much be the same excepting you'll live with me." "I understand that we are now married, and I understand that things will have to change in my life. And I can guess as to why I should try to distance myself from loved ones, because they would be in danger. But why am I the only one who has to change? It doesn't seem fair." -"I know it's not fair to you. That none of this is fair. But I will do my best to make the transition easy on you." "Are there enemies? I mean of your father's? -"Yes, I'm sorry for that, but there are always other people trying to take control. And now that you're here, you may be in danger." I wasn't thinking of me till he said that. "Would they try to hurt you, since you're to inherit?" -"They might try." "Who are 'they'?" He still had my hand, he gripped it tighter, and brought it to his lips and kissed it. -"That is a conversation for another time, my dove." At his lips' touch, and more because of the seriousness in his voice I let it go. Plus we were pulling up to the hotel. We didn't check in, we went straight to the elevator. I was a tad confused till he said as the elevators doors closed, "We own the hotel. We'll have the largest suite, for as long as we want." I smiled at him, and pulled him close to me to snuggle into his embrace. He pressed the stop button. I kissed his neck, and used my teeth a little-remembering how he had reacted on the balcony. He moaned as I scraped my teeth across the vein in his throat. -"Oh, Gods. Yes!" And I pushed her against the wall; pinned her there with my weight. I heard her whimper, a small kind of noise like she was trying to hide it, did I hurt her? She's raising her knee up around my waist, she likes it. I raise her arms above her head and hold the there with one of my hands, while the other learns the curves of her body. I kicked the stop button with a sideways glace. I moan and whimper, the waiting is killing me. Ohmygod. I just felt something against my stomach; his hands are nowhere near there. It's so big I can feel it practically poking my breast. Heaven help me, he's going to rip me open. -I have to have her now, but I need to be gentle to not frighten her away. I need to get her to the room and take her soft and slow, sensual like. I push away from the wall and bring her with me, to wrap both arms around her as she stands in front of me, facing the doors. Smiling broadly, barely able to contain my excitement. I reach forward, to push the button, our fingers still laced. My cock pressing into her back, she must feel it. This is the first time I wish I weren't so big. When the doors opened, I didn't have a chance to see anything. He picked me up and carried me through the threshold. Then he was kissing me while walking through rooms, navigating through the room with hardly an upward glance. He put me down, I was sitting on the bed, he knelt in front of me, he was kissing my neck as he wrapped his hands around my waist to get at the zipper in the back. His fingers found it, and pulled it down. His other hand started to caress my back, stroke up and down. I had stifled one gasp, but the second time his hand went over the bruise, I cried out. "Aahh! Stop." I said in a raspy, gasping breath. -"What? What is it?" "Bruise. On my back. Big, hurts a lot." I was clenching the dress to my breasts. He stood me up to look. -"Who did this? How did it happen?" I explained what Kat had told me, about the drugs, the seizure, Duncan's reaction to my action. Our subsequent apologies, and I told him I didn't hold a grudge or anything, because he started to look like look a little hurt and angry. -"Jasmine, I'm so sorry for what you went through. I can't believe I didn't notice, I never knew you were hurting. I should have seen it." "On the balcony and in the elevator I was too excited to remember it. But both times that I changed it hurt too much to ignore." -"I want to show you how much I love you, I was already planning on being gentle. I just have to be overly gentle. My love, do you consent?" "Yes, please." End of Chapter 3 I seem to have written myself into a corner with this one. It didn't turn out the way I had wanted. I had planned on a whole thing with Andre being more than a little kinky in bed but now he just doesn't seem the type; also planned on father taking her one drunken night then Andre kills him; was also planning on a sub plot where Duncan was in love with her, but the story just feels like a dud to me now. Sorry for the disappointment folks. Just wanted to give you the story as far as I took it, but this won't be continuing.