Chapter 9
The next day, we want to choose a new wedding dress. Of course, none of the ready–made dresses fit quite right.
I deliberately had James accompany me for the whole day, and we still couldn’t find a suitable one.
On the way back, Isighad, “What a shame. It’s all because I was careless.”
James smiled, it’s okay, we’ll take our time.”
Istored into his eyes, “James, since the dress is ruined, why don’t we just call off the wedding?”
Ho slammed on the brakes suddenly, and I lurched forward.
I collided with James’s hand as he protected me. “Are you okay?” His tone was full of love and concern.
I shook my head.
Pretending to ask, “What’s wrong? I was just kidding”
He gripped my hand tightly and pulled me into an embrace. “Baby. I can’t bear that kind of joke. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this day”
is that so?
But James, isn’t this what you all plEmilyd?
Accompanying me to choose a wedding dress, helping me write invitation cards, creating happy memories together, and then stabbing me in the back.
I’m just helping you create opportunities.
What are you afraid of?
That night when we got home, as soon as the door closed, before I could even take off my shoes, James urgently pressed me against the cabinet in the entryway, his burning body holding ma tight. He lowered his head and kissed my lips, doop and urgent
“Mmm… I made a soft sound. James’s kiss was as if he wanted to devour me whole, his tongue delving doop, tangling with mine. His hot breath scattered on my neck and ears, his scorching lips leaving a trail of tingling, wat kisses on my sensitive skin. One of his large hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, while the other roomed restlessly across my back
James’s tongue delved deep, tangling with mine. His kisses trailed from my lips down to my neck, even exploring beneath my collar with gentle bites. My whole body was surrounded by his scent. James’s body temperature so hot it felt like it would melt ma. He kissed and caressed me passionately and wildly, as if urgently wanting to vent his emotions. His largo palm slipped under my top, rooming over my abdomen and back, his burning hand smoothing over every inch of skin.
His other hand slid to the back of my head, roughly turning my face to look into his eyes. Deep orbs burned with raging desire, urgently wanting to release his emotions. His hand kneaded my breasts through my clothes, making my whole body tingle. He pressed me down onto the bed, his long fingers deftly undoing the hooks of my bra. As each piece of clothing slipped away, James’s fiery gaze lingered over my naked body. He lowered his head to suck on the sensitive points on my chest.
I couldn’t help but lat out gasps of pleasure, the intense sensations making me cry out. James’s large hands roomed and caressed my entire body, teasing me into a frenzy. I watched him as he kissed me, letting him memorize my body as another way to get back at him, so I responded to him with all my might, sinking into passion together.
After wave after wave of climax, only our panting breaths remained in the room. His kiss fell on my hair: “I’m going to shower first”
After he entered the bathroom, his phone on the nightstand kept flashing.
I unlocked it and saw massages from that girl.
[James, I haven’t received my invitation card yet, don’t forget!]
[Oh, and Aunt Linda asked me to stop by your office tomorrow. My resume was approved, I’m amazing!]
[Hope everything goes smoothly, so I can see you every day and bring you lunch, homemade by mo]
I gently put the phone back.
Then I opened my wedding planning journal.
I wrote: [Wedding countdown: 19 days. Today, James and I want to choose a wedding dress. Such a shame, none of them
fit well, maybe because Tve lost too much weight recently looking for him. But it’s okay, just thinking about becoming his
bride soon makes me so happy. Ho fools the same way, right?]
I flipped back and filled in the little things that had happened during this time.
[Wedding countdown: 30 days. James disappeared, I couldn’t find him. I kept watching our wedding venue plans on my
tablet, cried all night, my eyes were so swollen.]
[Wedding countdown: 20 days. James came back. I’m so useless, did I push him too hard and give him pre–wedding jitters? It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have done that. I just love him too much.]
These, along w
future.
with his familiarity and reactions to my body, would be the most heart–wrenching gift I’d give him in the
