Chapter 2

Wedding day

"By the power besotted to me, I now pronounce you, man and wife you may kiss the bride." Micheal could not be told twice. He did it, he finally did it. This has been his crush for fifteen years. He attended a model show organized by his aunt fifteen years back. Elsa was just a model then and she killed it on the runway. Her confidence was choking and her smile was dazzling. Everyone was entranced by her beauty. His aunt's dress did little to hide her curvy shape. She was always on his mind and he swore that he would have her. He did everything to make her fashion designer dreams come through.

There was a man who had offered sex in return for his investment in her growing business; Elsa was devastated, he was one of the most influential investors in the fashion industry. She knew what celebrities had to go through to become famous but she never thought she would be at the receiving end of it. She was so surprised when the investor showed at her mini penthouse the next morning. He looked like he had a 'rough' night, but Elsa wasn't going to push it. He offered her a contract and it was better than what she had initially asked for. Since that day, things have been going really well for her; it's like her guardian angels were working in her favor.

" Micheal, Baby, kiss me." Micheal shook his head, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind. This moment, this woman was his world and he would be damned to let her slip from his fingers. With that, he bent his head and took in her vanilla-flavored lips. The new taste of ice cream he had grown to love. He bit her lip a little and drew her in wrapping his arms around her waist as her fingers buried deep into his head.

"Psst, I think that..that's enough." He ignored the annoying voice of his best man, Leo, why was he his best man again? Oh yeah, right, Elsa had requested it, and as usual, he did whatever she asked for.

"Okay, I know you want to start making babies, and I support that but some of us are hungry and need to be fed." He whispered, but not quietly enough because some of the first row guests laughed a little. With that, Elsa gently pulled away and smiled at him. "Later, babe." She whispered.

"I will hold you to that, Mrs. White." He replied and gave her a small peck before they walked out of the large cathedral church that was located in the heart of New York.

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Everyone applauded as the newest couple in town descended for the 30 feet long limo in front of the Laude Hotel, the biggest five-star hotel in New York with an event center that could sit more than ten thousand guests.

Elsa had on a navy blue mermaid tail gown that wrapped around her bottom cheek, accentuating it, and left a trail that could serve as a blanket for three toddlers comfortable. Her neckline was a sweetheart neckline only covering her breast leaving her arms, and upper back exposed. Micheal had on a matching Armani navy blue suit, as dark as the midnight sky, it was decorated with gold chains and made him look like a model out of the latest Forbes magazine.

While everyone admired the couple, Micheal admired his wife. He could not wait to be alone with her, so he could ravish that body of hers and bruise her flawless skin.

"If you don't stop looking at me like that, we may be pregnant before we reach the house," Elsa whispered seductively as she swayed her hips a little too close to her husband's crotch and smiled when she heard him deeply inhale.

Innocently, she went into the waiting arms of her assistant who has been more than an assistant. "Damn girl, you are slaying this dress, I should design your wardrobe."

" you are already doing that Leo."

" I know." He laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I must congratulate Micheal, God knows if my wife was in a dress like this, we wouldn't even reach the gate of the hotel." Elsa laughed loudly attracting attention from guests beside her. She quickly composed herself and pinched Leo making him hiss loudly.

"Ouch, what was that for?"

"It's my wedding, top celebrities are here leo behave."

Leo immediately sobered up and replied," of course boss. Now, I would ask you to dance with me but your husband looks like he's ready to detach my head from my body." He whispered in her ear, making it look a little sultry. He was intentionally pulling the young man's leg. He knew Micheal wasn't exactly his friend; he knows he only put up with his presence because his wife demanded it. But is it weird that he feels like he knows his boss's husband a little more than he let on? A few months ago, he had this icky feeling that someone was following his steps. He would always feel eyes on his back and one night, he returned to his apartment and found his window wide open, and he never, I mean leaves his widow wide open. He could forget to lock his door but not his windows. It was like trauma from his childhood memories. His mother had always warned him about leaving his windows open at night, but like every child, he just grumbled and disobeyed. The dead blackbird that woke up next to him one morning was an image he could never get out of his mind. He never left his window open again and could never sleep in a room with a ceiling fan.

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