by JA Low
“Honestly I don’t know, Axe, but I can tell you this. Your brother proposed to me this morning, properly.” The room falls silent and Axel’s eyes widen. “I said yes because I love him. I love him with all my heart. After everything we have been through over the years, there was never anyone else that could compare to him.”
Axel’s face softens, a smile slowly forming. “You want to be married to this fool?”
I start nodding. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with that man.” Those damn tears start running down my cheeks again.
“Fuck, Ness, come ʼere.” Axel opens his arms for me. “Welcome to the family.” He hugs me tight. I feel another large body wrapping their arms around me, and I smell Christian’s musky scent.
“Don’t worry we are going to get married again and we are going to do it right.”
“Oh my God, another fucking wedding,” Derrick squeals as he joins the Taylor family hug.
“Derrick, man, you better not get a boner,” Axel states.
“You’re no fun, Axe,” Derrick chuckles.
Finally parting from the man sandwich, Sienna rushes over toward me.
“You’re getting married, you’re fucking getting married,” she screams.
“Wait, does that mean you're going to have kids as well?” Derrick questions me.
I nod giving them a sly grin.
“Oh shit, you two have already started, haven’t you?” Sienna guesses correctly.
My eyes bug out, how the fuck did she guess that?
“Damn right we have,” Christian announces to the room.
I give him a piercing look but the bastard ignores me. “But we wanted to get married first, you know make an honest woman out of her.” He jokes, forgetting that Sienna and Evan were not married when they were pregnant with Ryder. “Oh shit, Si, I mean…” His words trail off in awkwardness.
“Please, Evan and I hardly knew each other, you two on the other hand, it’s taken you bloody long enough to get your shit together, we don't have time to wait anymore,” she says smiling.
“I’m sorry we have created a PR nightmare. I promise I will sort it all out.” I remember the million calls on my phone.
“Fuck that shit, it’s your wedding day, no post wedding day. We need to celebrate. Tonight you will have the wedding reception you missed out on. I’m sure Derrick can whip up a wedding in a couple of hours,” Axel muses.
“We need to get you a dress to wear tonight, your hair done, we need new clothes. There is so much we need to do.” Derrick’s tone sounds panicked.
“If you don’t mind, D, I would like to have some alone time with my wife, before you whisk her away.” Christian wiggles his eyebrows at him.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, fine go fuck your bride, we will be meeting downstairs in three hours, okay?” Derrick points his finger at me.
I nod because Derrick looks serious. Our friends finally shuffle out of our room, and Christian and I both fall into bed together.
“Let’s check out our wedding video, see if we can remember any of it.”
We settle in on the bed and play around with the TV until we find TMZ. And there it is in all its glory, our wedding video, and what the fuck? It already has two million views. Christian presses play and the graining footage starts. There is Christian and I dressed in our clothes from last night, we look like we stumble a little and giggle as we walk down the aisle toward Elvis. The sound is poor someone has filmed us from behind a curtain, no one looks aware of what is going on. What a low life scumbag. Elvis pronounces us husband and wife and then we kiss. Wow, that kiss was kind of borderline porno, groping hands and stuff, we sign some papers and skip out of the chapel happily.
“What a beautiful wedding,” Christian fake cries. I punch him in the arm.
Christian and bride shop for rings.
That is the name of the next video, we both look at each other confused, there again is someone secretly filming us as we waltz into a twenty-four hour jewelry store. We are all over each other, you can see me visually trying on rings. Looking down at my ring, shit I picked well even completely plastered. Then the video cuts out.
“Oh the memories,” Christian laughs.
“I can’t believe we did that and don’t remember.”
“At least we looked happy though. In our drunk subconscious state, we thought it was a good idea,” Christian smiles. This was very true.
“Now, wife,” Christian growls in my ear. Hearing him call me his wife sounds kind of hot. “Come service your husband.”
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The End
Continue on for Suddenly Begins
Vanessa and Christian’s novella
103
Christian
“Jump on, Angel,” I say, holding my arms out for Vanessa.
“What? No,” she says, giving me a look.
“I want to carry my new wife over the threshold.”
“Chris.” Vanessa rolls her eyes at me. “I’ve been here before.” She gestures to my home. I know she has lived here with me for years, but this time it’s different. This time she is walking into my home as my wife, well maybe that should be our home now, seeing as everything I have is now hers.
“Please, babe, I just want to carry my wife over the threshold.”
Vanessa steps into me, wrapping her arms around my neck and gives me a slow, sensual kiss. “Who knew Christian Taylor is a traditionalist. I hope you are not expecting me to be a traditional wife.” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Babe, I know your limitations.” She slaps the back of my head. Ouch. “I’m joking. I’m joking. I only married you for your cock sucking skills.”
Vanessa lets out a gasp then bursts out laughing. “And I only married you for your big dick. So I guess we are a match made in heaven.”
“Damn right we are,” I growl. I have been waiting years for this moment, the moment she is truly mine, and I want to savour it. I press my hips against hers, showing her just how excited I am with her as my wife. “We need to get inside so we can consummate the marriage.”
“Haven’t we already done that?”
“Yes, but I think we need to do it again, just in case. I want to make sure everything is good and legal.
She giggles then jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Take me to bed…husband.”
Shit, I love hearing her call me her husband; it gets me so fucking hard.
“I want you to make sure the neighbors know exactly who the hell I am. I want them to hear that you are mine, and I am yours.”
“I’ll make sure they do.” She captures my lips with her own. I don’t move for a moment as our insatiable hunger takes over. Finally, my shaky legs move and I punch in the door code, missing a couple of times due to my wife nibbling my ear. The front door swings open for me, I take the next few steps over the threshold, and knowing that makes me harder, makes me realize this is it, Vanessa and I are about to start a life together, forever. I kick the door shut and it echoes through the quiet house. Vanessa hasn’t let go of my lips as she grinds herself against me. “Welcome home, wife.” I turn and push her up against the cold, hard wall beside the door. “You’re stuck with me now, babe, we’ve crossed the threshold, you can't get rid of me.” My voice low, making sure she understands me.
“I have no plans of getting rid of you,” she whispers into my ear, sending shivers over my body. “But maybe your shirt…” Her hands start to push my T-shirt up and over my head. Her lips moving over my skin as I dry hump her in the middle of the foyer. “You’re stuck with me, Christian.”
“I want these tits stuck against me.”
Vanessa’s eyes darken with lust, her hands fall from my bare chest and she slowly unbuttons her white shirt, each button exposing her brand new tits, the ones that I love because they saved her fucking life and I get to have my forever with her. The shirt falls open, exposing her white lace bra, I love her tits. Leaning forward, I lick a path along the edges of the bra; I don�
��t concentrate too much on them anymore as she has no real sensation after the surgery. She is still getting used to that.
“We need to continue this in our bed, I want to fucking christen it.” Pushing myself harder into her, she wraps her legs tighter around me.
“Yes.” She sounds breathless with need. Placing my hands on her tight ass, I awkwardly maneuver her around the furniture, which is hard when your cock is tented in your jeans. Moving through the foyer, past the living area, we head toward the bedroom when we hear a female voice piercing the quiet.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Vanessa screams, sending me deaf in one ear. My eyes look over the top of Vanessa’s head. There is my mom, tapping her foot, not looking happy at all.
“Please tell me your mum is not standing in our living room,” Vanessa whispers into my ear.
“Mom is standing in our living room…and she looks pissed,” I whisper back. Vanessa tightens her arms around me.
“Do you have any idea how upset your mother is finding out her son got married via TMZ?” Dad adds. My eyes shift to where my father is walking out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand, making himself at home.
“Um, what the fuck y'all doing here?”
“Excuse your language, son,” Dad scolds me. I grimace.
“Chris we need to get dressed,” Vanessa whispers into my ear.
“Excuse us.” I make a hasty escape back to the foyer where my shirt is laying on the floor. Vanessa clings to me like a damn baby koala, her nails digging into my back.
“Fuck, Chris,” Ness whisper yells at me as she buttons up her shirt.
“How the hell was I supposed to know they would be here?” I shove my T-shirt over my head.
“We were two seconds away from screwing in front of your parents. I’m mortified. How the hell am I ever going to look them in the face again?” Vanessa looks like she is about to throw up.
“Babe, it’s going to be okay, I promise they didn’t see a thing. You still had your shirt on.” Vanessa looks up at me and gives me a tight smile. “We are going to walk in there and pretend like nothing happened.”
Ness gives me a nod and takes my hand, united we stand. “We’re in this together.” She smiles at me as we head back to the living room.
“Mom, Dad, this is a surprise.”
Mom still doesn’t look happy. Dad has settled in on the sofa with his beer. I can see a glimmer of a smirk crossing his face.
“Viv, Frank.” Vanessa addresses my parents. “We are so sorry that you had to find out about us getting married like you did.”
Mom turns her attention to Vanessa, her features softening.
“My parents are just as upset.”
Mom huffs in response, but Vanessa keeps talking.
“I don’t regret marrying Christian, I don’t even regret marrying him in Vegas.”
This surprises both Mom and I.
“But what I do regret is that you and Frank weren’t there…”
This gets my mom’s attention.
“And that my dad missed out on walking me down the aisle…”
Mom nods her head in agreement.
“That our friends didn’t get to witness Christian and I declaring ourselves to each other.”
Damn it, she’s making me feel like shit.
“But I love Christian…” She turns to me and gives my hand a squeeze. “I love him and I am so honored to be his wife.” I swear I fall in love with my wife all over again.
“Oh damn,” Mom cries as she launches herself at us both, wrapping her little arms as far as she can around us. “Welcome to the family, Ness.” Mom starts bawling. “I am so happy,” she sniffles as she holds us both tight. “I just wanted to experience it with you both…after everything you have been through, I just…” Looking at my mom’s red rimmed eyes, my heart hurts.
“Don’t worry, Mom, we will have another wedding.”
Vanessa stills, her jade eyes finding mine, looking shocked at my confession. “I want all our family and friends there.”
“Really?” Mom looks at us both hopefully.
“Yes, of course,” Vanessa adds.
“Good, at least this time you will remember it.” She’s right, I kind of do want a do over, this time I want to marry Ness right. I want to show the world how much I love this woman, and showing that via a drunk Vegas wedding isn’t how I saw Ness and I starting our lives together.
104
Vanessa
“I guess congratulations are in order.” Lucas Edwards greets us with a frown and a hard handshake. He’s Dirty Texas Records lawyer, but with his blond hair and gray eyes that pierce you with their intensity, most days you could easily mistake him as a male model that looks like he has stepped straight off the pages of a GQ spread on hot lawyers. He’s always dressed in some kind of designer suit, a hair never out of place. He seems very standoffish, but he’s good at his job and I guess that’s all that matters.
We both take a seat in one of the brown wing back chairs as Lucas sits back down behind his wooden desk, which is perfectly neat, not an item out of place. I think maybe he has OCD, I have a sudden urge to mess up the neatly stacked papers on his desk. “So, what the hell were you two thinking?” His words shock us. We sit there in silence staring at him, not quite believing his tone. He’s worked with us for a year; the boys poached him from Montgomery Records when they branched out. Monty was not happy at all, but Lucas had wanted to go out on his own for a while, he couldn’t progress any further in the legal department at Montgomery Records as his bosses there were not leaving anytime soon. Monty made their jobs worth it to stay. “Really? Nothing, you have no answer for this?” He looks between the two of us, his steely gray eyes molten with anger, maybe even disappointment.
“We kind of weren’t thinking at the time,” Christian says, anger lacing his words.
“Christian, do you have any idea how fucked you are?” Lucas’ hand slaps the hard surface of his desk, the sound echoing across the quiet room. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement. This night of not thinking could end up costing you everything you have worked for.”
Christian stiffens beside me. “Excuse me…are you insinuating that Ness is going to take my money?” Christian stands up, his fists balled tight together, looming over the irritated lawyer. Lucas sits back in his chair as if an angry rock star staring him down was an everyday occurrence, maybe it is with his attitude. “Vanessa isn’t a gold digger,” Christian growls.
“No shit, Chris.” Lucas sits up straight in his chair, his eyes flicking to me, then back to Christian. “I know Vanessa isn’t one now, but what happens ten years down the track when you are not so loved-up or you cheat?”
My body stiffens at his words, no fucking way. Christian would never cheat on me, and if he did he knows I would chop his fucking balls off.
“I love her; how fucking dare you say that,” Christian spits at Lucas as he still looms over him.
“Babe, sit down.” Grabbing his forearm, I pull him back toward me. He looks like he’s seconds away from flattening Lucas.
“I have seen so many loved-up couples walk through my doors that have ended up in divorce court…years, even decades later. Do not think that people don’t play games when they are hurt. Don’t think the person you married will remain the same.” He looks at both of us.
“I’ll sign whatever you want me to sign,” I tell Lucas. Christian looks at me shocked.
“No, Ness, you won’t,” he argues back.
“Chris, this is stupid. You have worked so hard for your money. You need to protect it. I love you, I’m not after your money and I truly believe it’s for the best, for you and for the band.” This is his life’s work and having a prenup, or is it a postnup now after the fact, doesn’t make it any less romantic.
“No, I trust you. I love you. You are the one that helped build us up to where we are. You organized the promotion of our band, got us the gigs, the air time, the magazine shoots. Yo
u did all of that, if we had any other PR manager I don’t think we would have been as big as we are.” Looking into Christian’s whiskey colored eyes I could tell that he meant it.
“Thank you,” I reply as I put my hand on his arm. “But please, for me. Let’s just sign a prenup and hope that we never have to use it.”
Christian frowns at me. I could tell he didn’t like this idea.
“Lucas, put together the paperwork and I will sign it.”
I arrive home from a busy day at Dirty Texas Records, absolutely exhausted. Finalizing the first anniversary party of Dirty Texas Records and Wyld Jones boutique has me working longer hours than normal. We decided to do something completely different and have the two parties together. It’s a great PR move on both of our parts, merging fashion, celebrities and music together. It’s the perfect fit. I am so lucky one of my closest friends is an event organizer. Camryn’s here from New York helping me; we want to create something exciting like a Victoria’s Secret fashion show where we mix live acts with fashion.
“Christian,” I call out into the dark, empty home. Wonder where he is? Kicking off my shoes in the foyer, I drop my bag beside it and head toward the kitchen to see what I can find for dinner. Flickering light catches my attention as I pass the living room, the pool area is all lit up by hundreds of tea lights. “Christian,” I call out again into the quiet house, my feet propelling me toward the light. I open the glass sliding doors and notice the cabana has twinkling fairy lights wrapped around it, and has been set up for a candlelight dinner. Looking around I try to work out where Christian is. “Christian,” I call out again. I hear movement behind me and there he is, dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a classic white tee and his shoulder length hair all wet, smelling of fresh soap.
“Evening, sweetheart.” He smiles, giving me a chaste kiss.
“What’s going on?” Gesturing to the table, he gives me a smirk.
