by Stacy-Deanne
“Shit.” Osana tugged at her veil.
“Wanda.” Shad kissed her hand. “It’s always great to see you.”
“Hello, Shad.”
“Georgia, you look lovely.” He kissed her hand, causing a slight tinge of jealousy on Osana’s part.
“Thank you.” Georgia grinned from ear-to-ear. “You changed your beard.”
“Yep.” He touched his chin, blushing.
Georgia smiled. “It flatters you, that not you needed to change.”
Shad dipped his head. “Thanks for the compliment.” He glanced at Osana.
She positioned the bouquet in front of her. “Shad, I—”
“You look so beautiful,” he said. “Like a princess. I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.”
“When did you get back?”
“A day ago.”
“A day ago?” Pain seeped through her voice. “You’ve been in town a day and you couldn’t tell me?”
“Looks like you were too busy anyway, right?”
Georgia and Wanda dropped their heads.
“I can explain this.” Osana exhaled. “I—”
“No need to explain.” He kissed her cheek, reminding her how much she missed the softness of his lips. “Congratulations on your wedding. I hope you and Max are happy.” His voice broke. “I’ll see you guys later.”
“Shad?”
He marched out the room.
“Shad!” Osana followed, grabbing at her puffy dress. “Wait!”
She ran after him.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Shad!” Osana tottered through the grand hallway, her voice echoing. “Shad, please.”
He raced down the corridor steps and exited the building.
“Let me explain.” She struggled to keep up, stepping on her gown. “It’s not what you think!” She flew out the door and stopped halfway on the steps. “Shad!”
“What?” He whipped around, pointing at her. “What the hell do you have to say, Osana?”
“I…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Then what did you mean?” His green eyes sprung from their sockets. “Because you sure as hell can’t believe I’d be happy about this!”
“It’s not like I owe you an explanation.” She squinted, hands gripping her waist. “You ran off for three months and wouldn’t tell me when you were coming back then when you came back your ass didn’t tell me you were here!”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“That is the subject, Shad. I felt like you had deserted me. Like you didn’t even care.”
“So how did this happen, huh?” He pointed to the hotel. “What, you needed a shoulder to cry on one night and Max was there? Give me a break.”
“It’s not what you think.”
He pushed his face into his palms, huffing. “Go back inside to your husband.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She walked down two more steps.
“I know why you did this.” Redness spread across his cheeks. “And you say you aren’t a manipulator? Honey, you invented the game.”
“What are you talking about?”
“No one gets the upper hand with Osana Royal do they? Everything you do is based on calculation and plots.”
“Excuse me?”
“Should I be surprised?” Crinkles popped out around his eyes. “After what you did to Georgia when she came to town? With how you treat people?”
“You little judgmental shit.” Osana digested his stinging words. “Your ass is the one manipulating.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I’m tired of being the bad guy in this relationship, Shad. You’re no better.”
“Name one time I schemed or connived to force you to do something.”
“How about going to Italy?” she yelled. “Yeah. You didn’t stay all this time for your friend. You stayed to punish me. To force me to give in to commitment.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s the truth and you damn well know it!” She slapped the veil away from her face. “I’m sick of you acting so innocent.”
“You married Max to get back at me for leaving. Don’t turn it around on me.” His eyebrows dipped. “Admit it, Osana. You were pissed that I left.”
“Of course because I care about you.”
“No.” He waved his finger. “It’s because you hated that I put you in a vulnerable position, and we all know you hate being vulnerable.”
“You’re wrong.” She reached for him, but he moved. “This has nothing to do with you. You think I’d do this just to hurt you?”
“Yes.”
Her shoulders sunk. “You don’t know how much this hurts.”
“And once again it’s all about you.” He laughed. “Always about you and no one else.”
“I’ve never allowed another man to get closer than you.”
A gnat flew across his face. “You got a funny way of showing it.”
“It’s true. Look into my eyes, Shad. What do you see?” She grabbed his arms. “They’re shining I bet, right?” She let him go. “They only do that when I look at you.”
“Awe.” He mocked, laying his hand to his chest. “I’m supposed to be touched?”
She exhaled, doing her best not to go off on him in front of the prestigious hotel.
“I admit I could’ve been more communicative when I was gone,” he said. “But, what I don’t deserve is a lack of respect when I’ve always given it to you. You should’ve told me this shit on the phone. You had many times to do it, and you didn’t.”
“Maybe I found it disrespectful to tell you that on the phone.”
“But, it’s more respectful for me to come here and find out like this?” He slammed his eyes shut. “I had to hear from one of my employees you were getting married today.”
She rocked. “The last thing I wanted to do was for you to find out like this.”
“Yeah?” He cocked his head, the sun highlighting his masterful jawline. “What was the first thing you wanted to do then, huh?”
“Shad—”
“Go back inside.” He ran down the rest of the steps.
“Shad?” She attempted to follow then stopped.
He swaggered toward the parking lot.
“Fuck.” Osana ripped off the veil.
“Osana?” Max approached, grabbing her. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Get off.” She snatched her arm away and walked toward the entrance.
“You better put the work in.” He jumped in front of her. “It can’t just be me doing—”
“I married your ass.” She yanked the sides of her dress. “What the hell else do you want?”
She went inside.
****
That night, Max hummed his way up the concrete steps of Osana’s stone-bricked mansion.
“I wanna dance all night!” He twirled in a circle. “I can’t believe this place is all mine. All mine, baby!” He kissed the front door.
Leslie and Osana slogged up the steps, muttering.
“Hurry up.” Max hit the door. “I wanna get inside my mansion.”
“It’s not your mansion yet.” Osana’s dress swept the steps as she got to the door. “Lord, help me.” She unlocked it.
Max flew inside. “I’m so happy!” He jumped up, knocking his heels together. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of being in a place like this.” He knelt and kissed the floor. “Ooh, I love it.” He cackled. “It’s mine!” He turned over on his back, kicking his legs. “It’s mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine!”
Leslie went inside. “He makes my skin crawl,” she whispered. “I can’t stand being in the same room with him for even five minutes.”
Max turned flips in the front hallway.
“I don’t wanna hear your whining, Leslie.” Osana remained outside the door, debating whether to go inside or run. “If I married him then you can at least suffer with me.”
“Hold on.” Max scampered to Osana, beaming.
“Get the he
ll away from me.”
“Uh-uh.” He put his arm around her waist.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m carrying you over the threshold.” He swept his arm underneath her legs, attempting to hoist her. “It’s a tradition.”
“Tradition my ass. Get away!” She shoved him and walked inside.
“What’s your problem?”
Leslie grimaced. “You have to ask?”
“There’s no one here to witness the spectacle,” Osana said. “The acting is over.”
“I’m just trying to be a gentleman.” He tilted his head, winking. “God, you’re sexy in that dress.”
“Okay now I’m gonna throw up,” Leslie said.
“Come on, Osana.” Max took her hand. “The wedding was magical. I saw how you looked at me when we danced at the reception.” He touched her neck. “Surely it’s put you in a mood.” He kissed her cheek. “Right?”
“You got that right.” She plunged her heel into his foot.
“Ah!” He leaned over, reaching for his shoe.
Leslie grinned.
“You…” He hobbled. “That hurt!”
“Good because that was the intention. You know the rule. When we’re in private, keep your hands to yourself.”
“Come on.” He grunted. “You’re not horny at all?”
“I’d rather eat vomit than to fuck you.”
“Eh.” Leslie closed her eyes, scowling.
Osana flicked her veil off her shoulders. “If that doesn’t give you an idea of how repulsive you are then nothing will.”
“You’re lying.” He wobbled, wincing. “You felt something.”
“Disgust and shame.” Osana lifted her head. “Max, I will never let you touch me. I don’t care how desperate or drunk I get. And, don’t think you’ve got the best of me yet. You’re not gonna get away with this. If I have to spend the rest of my life to get revenge on your ass I will.”
“It’s not smart to threaten the man that holds your future in his hands, Princess.” He smiled, taking off his tuxedo jacket. “Anyway you can’t blame me for trying. That dress reminds me of a virgin and what man doesn’t want to deflower a virgin?”
“Max, you’d have to upgrade to be considered a turd,” Osana said.
Leslie laughed. “Good one, Osana.”
He snickered, his mouth rising in the corner. “You love to look down on people, don’t you?”
“Dog shit looks down on you, Max.”
He sighed. “That hurt, Osana.”
“Oh please.” She went to the door. “I’m outta here.”
“What?” Leslie ran to her.
“Uh, Sweet Potato Pie?” Max sung, folding his jacket over his arm. “Where the hell are you going?”
“Anywhere you’re not.” She blew him a sarcastic kiss and addressed Leslie, “I need air.”
Leslie’s nose crinkled. “Don’t leave me alone with him.”
“He’s not gonna bother you.” Osana glared at Max. “Are you?”
“It’s my wedding night and I’m horny as hell.” He grabbed his crotch. “I can’t fuck you, but I’m gonna fuck somebody.” He tossed a lustful glare at Leslie.
She stuck her nose in the air. “Don’t look at me.”
“You’ve forced your way into my life and my home,” Osana said. “Pussy is the last thing you’re getting from anyone around here.”
He licked his lips. “Neither of you know what you’re missing.”
“Bye,” Osana snapped at him while opening the door. “Leslie, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Where are you going?” Max asked. “You can’t just walk out on our wedding night. And you still got your dress on.”
“You’re very observant aren’t you, Max?”
“Fine.” He wobbled his head. “I’ll get me another woman then.”
“Cool with me,” Osana said. “I don’t care who you fuck as long as you stay away from me. Bye, Leslie.”
“Wait.” Max moved toward her. “Osana?”
She slammed the door.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Hi, Abby.” Osana stood at Shad’s front door, clasping her hands.
“Oh my god.” Abby put her hand over her mouth, blushing. “That’s a gorgeous dress and you’re sparkling in it.”
Osana smiled. “May I come in?”
“Certainly.” Abby giggled, ogling Osana’s dress when she passed. “I’m surprised to see you here.” She squinted. “On your wedding night. Mr. Sidney didn’t say he was expecting you.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.” Osana held her arms to her sides. “Is he already in bed?”
“No, he’s upstairs in his office.” Abby pointed to the ceiling. “I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“That’s okay.” Osana rushed to the stairs. “I’ll go to him.” She grabbed her dress by the sides and struggled up the carpeted steps to the second floor. With her breath caught in her throat, she passed the library and gym and then stopped at the room at the end of the hall. She stood in the doorway, bracing herself for Hurricane Shad.
He glanced up from studying a piece of paper.
She smiled, hoping to force a conversation.
He wiggled his nose and focused back on his work.
“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?” She sashayed to his desk. “Shad—”
“Shut up.” He threw the paper on the desk and seized her bound waist with both hands.
Okay this isn’t the reaction I expected but I’ll take it.
He rose from the leather recliner and turned her around, her back facing him. He moved her veil out the way and caressed her shoulders with his long, soothing fingers.
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes closed. “This is what I missed, Shad. It’s what I need.”
He massaged harder, awakening the nerves in her breasts and pussy.
“No man’s ever touched my body the way you have.”
His soft lips replaced his fingers, catching bits of skin between his teeth.
“Mm.” Osana grabbed her breast through the beaded bodice.
As he sucked, he roamed his hands across her balloon dress, fighting with folds of fabric.
“Unzip me.”
“No,” he mumbled, sucking her neck. “Keep it on. I wanna fuck you in your wedding dress.”
“What?” The suggestion startled her. “Why?”
“Because.” His mouth made a sucking noise on her skin. “I can dream.” He clenched her waist. “I can dream you’re my wife and this is our wedding day.”
“Shad—”
“Just give me tonight, Osana.” He sucked her ear. “You can be with Max for the rest of your life, but you have to give me tonight.”
“I’ll give you forever.” She melted against him. “I only want you.”
“What?” He said, between sucking.
“You know I don’t love Max.” She gripped his hand. “You see how my body trembles when you touch me? How could you think I’d want another man?”
He swiped his hands across the desk, knocking items to the floor. “Come here.” He perched her on top of it. “You know what I was thinking about when you were marrying Max?”
“What?” She tingled.
“This.” He fumbled with fabric and snatched off her panties. “Smelling you.” He sniffed them. “Osana, I took so many cold showers in Italy.” He kissed over her bodice. “Jerked off so much my hand got numb.”
“Don’t lie.” She moaned, anticipating whatever he wanted to do to her.
“I’m not lying.” He sucked the inside of her warm thigh. “I thought about you the whole time.”
“Then why did you torture me?” She lay flat, her head touching his desk lamp. “We gotta stop with these mixed signals.” She clamped her thighs around his waist.
“What are you saying, madam?” He smirked. “You’re granting me your maidenhead, milady?”
She laughed. “What?”
“Play along.” He pi
nched her thigh.
“Oh I see.” She spread her arms across the desk. “You want me to play the virgin?”
“I lay claim to your maidenhead.” He sucked her thigh harder.
“Oh.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
His lips smacked against her skin. “It’s mine.”
“Yes, it’s yours, milord.” She giggled, hoisting up her legs. “It’s always been yours.”
He moved his mouth further, kissing her fine, pubic hair.
A vibration ran from her belly button to her knees. “Yes, Shad.”
He maneuvered his tongue between her labia, and blew on her clit, teasing her.
“Ah.” She jerked at the sensation. “My clit, Shad,” she begged. “Suck my clit. Please.”
“Mm.” He suckled her outer lips then concentrated on her clit.
Osana squealed, gripping her veil.
He sucked until sensitivity numbed her legs.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Take my virginity. Punish me for not giving it to you sooner.”
“Your clit’s swelling.” He latched onto it with his mouth and jiggled. “Means you want more.”
“I can’t take it!” Osana squealed, her orgasm brewing inside her like a tsunami. “I can’t. I’m gonna come.”
He peeled her folds further apart and licked harder.
“Goddamn it.” She slammed her fist against the desk. “Please, don’t stop.”
He licked faster.
“God, yes.” She threw her legs in the air. “Shad!”
“Don’t move.” He stood up straight, undoing his belt. “Stay just like that. God, you’re so beautiful.”
Osana licked two fingers and pushed them against her clit. “You’re not the only one who relied on cold showers while you were gone.”
He pulled down his pants, and his rod stood at attention as if it had a mind of its own. He stroked himself until his dick blushed red then forced her legs higher in the air.
She lay back with her hips on the edge of the desk. “Please fuck me.”
He groaned like a grizzly, slipping inside her dampness.
She held on to the lamp as their movements shook the desk.
Shad pumped, wrestling with her giant dress.
“Yes.” She grabbed his pen, rolling it through her fingers. “Fuck me.”
He leaned over her, panting and sweating. His eyes wild and hungry.
