by Nicole Casey
“Well, it turns out life is so complicated but so simple at the same time,” I tried to segue into the nitty-gritty details. “He wants to prove to his parents he deserves inheriting their wealth and the first step to do that was to show he could handle a serious relationship. So he proposed I marry him, regardless of how we feel towards each other. If it convinces his parents then I get unlimited access to his riches and if it fails and we divorce he still gives me a million dollars.”
Hannah’s jaw had dropped to the floor in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
“Yep,” I said as I grabbed my drink back and finished it with a single take. “It’s a fake marriage just for show. I mean, it’s real legally but ugh, you know what I mean, right?”
She nodded and said, “So you’re just getting married for the mutual benefits. You get rich and he gets richer. Okay, that’s all fine and dandy but that still doesn’t address the biggest and the most important question I have.”
“Which is?”
“Did you guys fuck yet?” Hannah asked with a big grin on her face.
I giggled and bit my lip as I nodded.
“Oh you dirty little slut,” she teased me and pinched my arm. “I knew it. You wouldn’t keep going with such a crazy plan like this if you didn’t have sex yet. You finally lost your virginity. How was it? You owe me so many freaking details it’s not even funny.”
“Okay, I will,” I relented. “But on the condition you help me pick a damn wedding dress. I don’t know where to start. Oh, and we need to tell the boss at the club that I’m fucking done with dancing with my clothes off.”
12
Daxter
The wedding was over before I even realized it was happening. I thought the day I’d get married it would be in a big cathedral with doves, thousands of guests and all sorts of flowers and media coverage. Instead, it was just me, Noelle, her friend Hannah, my sister and my parents. It was a small event and Mayor Khatib ran the whole thing himself too. We were done in less than two hours.
It was a shame too because Noelle was wearing such a beautiful dress. It wasn’t one of those big white wedding gowns normally worn. Instead, it was a really fitting black mermaid dress with an open top that fully revealed her shoulders and cleavage. The black color was just even more seductive to the eye and she wore it with such confidence too. It was like she was a black sorceress of the night and now she was mine.
However, marrying her was only the first step.
As soon as we got back home to my condo unit, I tossed my shoes to the corner, sat down on the bed and then pulled Noelle over to sit on my lap. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then said, “Well, wife, this is it. We’re officially husband and wife now.”
“True, but we still need to file the paper work,” she reminded me. “Then there’s the fact your family is going to meet us tonight and that’s the real show.”
I was trying to get that out of my head but now that she brought it up I had to address it, “I’ve talked to everyone I could get hooked up with. I got three fashion designers, a marketing analyst and two business researchers who can help us manage this whole thing.”
“Hannah introduced me to a few IT guys who can help us build a website and then work on the search engine optimization thingy to make sure we pop up on Google and social media sites,” Noelle explained. “We are going for semi-formal clothing that is still applicable for casual parties and the like so I also talked to a fashion critic who has a really popular blog to look into our stuff once we start launching previews.”
A strong sense of pride and accomplishment swelled in my heart when I heard her say these things. It was like my life was on the verge of collapsing in on itself when my brother died but now we were celebrating a wedding and a new business.
“Care for some coffee?” I asked her. We still had some time to kill before we had to move out for other important plans.
She nodded, “That’s sweet of you to ask. I’ll have mine black with two teaspoons of sugar, please.”
I grinned and let her off my lap. I watched as she got up and just stripped right in front of me. She headed to the drawer and pulled out one of my big shirts. Without a bra or panty on I found it incredibly adorable to see her wearing just my shirt on top.
“What?” she asked as soon as she noticed me staring.
I blushed and shook my head, “O-oh, it’s nothing. Let me make that coffee for you.”
Noelle got on our bed as I changed into a pair of shorts and headed to our small coffee brewer. I could hear her humming as I made two cups of coffee. As I poured in the hot water over the granules of coffee and sugar, my mind began to trail a little. I just thought how difficult it would be if we ever had to go our separate ways.
“H-hey,” I called as I handed a cup to her. “Careful, it’s hot. Uhm, by the way, I do have a question to ask.”
She looked at me confused. She took a sip of her drink, gave an approving nod, and then replied, “Sure, what is it?”
I took a seat beside her, right by the edge of the bed, and continued on, “If all this fails, will you leave?”
“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it,” she admitted. “You’re still going to pay me the one million dollars, right?”
I chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. At least your problems will be solved. But that doesn’t really answer my question. Regardless of how this all ends, will you leave?”
She paused and took a moment to really think about her answer. After what felt like forever she then said, “You know, even if it all came down the shithole, I’d still stay.”
Oddly I felt a warm tingling feeling and a sense of elation. “R-Really?”
She shrugged and gave me a smile, “I’ve come to like spending my time with you.”
“I do too,” I admitted. I couldn’t say that I loved her but it was true that I enjoyed my time spent with her. Where there was once nothing but raw sex, business and loneliness there was now someone I was looking forward to embrace each morning.
A moment of peaceful silence passed between us and I think both of us felt a little awkward from that exchange. I looked at her and noticed she was blushing. It was just so damn adorable.
I can’t believe I like this. It made me feel emotions I never thought would swirl in my chest.
“You know what I’m going to do if we pull this whole damn thing off?” I asked her, hoping to change the subject.
Noelle giggled and then turned around. She straddled my lap, wrapping her legs around me and began to grind her body against mine. With nothing but my shirt on I could feel her pussy and tits pushing against me. It was causing me to get another erection. I fucking loved how horny she had become.
“What?” she asked me.
“I am going to reward you with a whole night of rough fucking and a blow of load to your face,” I answered.
She laughed and then leaned closer to nibble at my lips, “I like that… but only if you fuck me right now too.”
I gave her a hard slap on the ass and then pulled her in closer, “You know I want to but we got to get ready. We told them we’d get everything ready in an hour.”
“How about a quickie?” she begged. She pushed me down to lean back on the couch and began to kiss me softly from my ears down to my lips. “Please, for me?”
This was like a dream come true. She was practically begging for sex. I knew we had to go and that there was still a lot to do but I couldn’t help it. There was this hot little pixie sitting on my lap and I just had to get another taste of her.
I took her panties, which she had tossed to the bedside, and shoved them in her mouth. I then took her by the wrists and twisted them behind her back and said, “Just a quickie and only because you got me so freaking horny, you little slut. Now turn around and get on the floor.”
“Yes husband,” she said with a kinky smile and then got on her knees on the floor. I pushed her down, keeping her ass high and her head flat on the floor. I kept her hands behind her back a
nd quickly slid out of my shorts to let my hungry cock out.
“Ass up,” I commanded with a slap to her ass. She yelped and raised her hips even higher. When I reached down to feel her she was already soaking wet.
Excited, I rammed my cock deep into her pussy from behind. It made her moan and scream but the sound of her voice locked in ecstasy only made me even more anxious to cum. I wanted to fucking wreck her with my cock and it didn’t take long for her to begin squirting her orgasm down, getting her legs and myself all wet.
That made me go wild and I plowed my cock in and out of her tight little hole with no remorse, pounding in like she was just another fuck toy for me to enjoy. When it was time for me to blow my load I yanked her by the hair, tossed her panties out of her mouth and pried her mouth open so I could dump my load deep down in her throat.
By then she was filled with cum; my hot seed oozed out of her pussy and out of the corner of her lips. She could only smile and I admired how she looked; her hair was a mess, her makeup ruined and the wedding dress she had on was in utter chaos. She looked like a total slut but she was my wife, which made her my slut.
“Yummy,” I commended her with a pat to the face.
“Yummy,” she echoed with a smile. She took my shirt and used it to wipe herself down clean. When she was done she tossed it to the corner and said, “Okay… now we can go handle the business stuff.”
That made me chuckle and I gave her a kiss on the forehead before helping her up on her feet.
For the rest of the hour, we had to shower, get dressed, to gather all of our papers and other resources for the presentation. When we were ready, we waited a mere fifteen more minutes and I got the call that my parents’ chauffeur had arrived to pick us up.
I had to take in one last deep breath before we’d go. She was fidgeting too and had to drink one last cup of coffee before we could tell the driver downstairs that we’d be off in just a few more minutes. We couldn’t be late, after all, seeing as we were the ones behind this whole presentation.
This was the moment we had been preparing for. We were now ready – or at least I hoped we were – to give one last show for my parents. Sure, there were going to be at least two hundred other people there at the venue but none of them mattered to me. They were just background noise. The only person in that reception hall that mattered to me tonight was my father.
Well, him and Noelle. I took one last glance at her and smiled. She had become the steady rock that kept me up even when all my walls were crumbling. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her.
Following one last check, Noelle and I dressed in our finest dinner attire and we headed downstairs.
13
Noelle
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” I greeted the crowd as I stood up to the podium. As I looked at the reception hall of the hotel, I saw there were at least two hundred different people. Daxter’s parents were seated at one of the front-most tables but there were also several people from the media, there were businessmen, investors, potential endorsers and dozens of different designers and models.
It was a little intimidating but I had to just swallow my fears and push forward, “We would like to welcome you to the official unveiling of the Moda Auteur fashion line, spearheaded by none other than Daxter Horndale. We are bridging the gap between what people consider formal and comfortable. We are combining street fashion with business attire. We are making clothes that you can wear to define who you are to tell the story of your life.”
As I ended my introduction, the projector came on and showcased the first initial previews of the clothes we had our head designers craft. We started by showcasing the early sketches and then revealed a few sneak peeks of the actual items as worn on mannequins.
However, we knew that wouldn’t surprise the guests. Right when they thought the first presentation was over we had several men bring in large panels from behind the stage and form a makeshift ramp that went through the center of the room. Music played and more than thirty different models burst out from behind to showcase our designs in person.
We were met with a loud sound of applause and I could see numerous smiles and nods of approval.
Our work wasn’t done yet; Daxter still had to play his part. When he got up to the stage he then started revealing the more technical side of this business venture. He revealed that even without the full support of his parents and the family wealth, he had struck a deal with the international bank that Marcus had a key position in to help finance Moda Auteur for the first year. He also revealed the support coming from J&E Consulting Firm and he then introduced the key designers that created the items that were just shown.
“Any and every support you give is much appreciated and we hope we can lock in more than just an envelope of money,” Daxter then said, ending his speech. He was right – while we did need financial investors for the company it would mean a lot more if the businessmen in the room would sign an endorsement contract or if other designers would offer to work for us.
When he gave his closing words and ended the event, I walked up to him and held his arm as he walked off the stage.
“You did really good,” I told him with a kiss on the cheek. He smiled when I did and I realized I was being sweet to him unconsciously. It was becoming my second-nature now.
“Well, let’s see what my dad has to say about it,” he reminded me. He led me to the table where his sister and parents were. “This is it: the moment of truth.”
I nodded and took in a deep breath before sitting down. I smiled at Joel and Carmen and then shook Sonya’s hand.
“That was very impressive,” Joel told us both. “You’ve really stepped up. For a long while, I thought you were still just a brat who depended on Gary and us.”
Daxter nodded and just shrugged it off, “I understand why you feel that way, dad. I was a wreck over a year ago but now I’m in charge. I know what I have to do to stay on top of the game. To be honest, even if you don’t sign me as your inheritor I don’t think I’d mind.”
That really took me by surprise. What was he talking about?
Daxter must have noticed my sudden shift in uneasiness too because he went on to explain further, “We’ve already got Moda Auteur off the ground. I got Mercury Wild, J&E Consulting Firm and the bank giving us their full support. Hopefully we can snag a few more tonight. If we do, we’ll be able to make this the next big thing in the fashion world.”
“You’re very confident,” Joel noted of his son’s words. “You’re confident but for a good reason. Everything you said is right: even if I don’t give you another cent you’ve pretty much built a backup plan for you and your wife.”
“I do have just one question: what does Moda Auteur mean?” Carmen asked. “I know the others here understand but I’m not a clothes designer.”
I reached out to hold her hand and explained, “Moda is Italian for ‘fashion’ and ‘auteur’ is a term meant for an artistic filmmaker who instills his ideals and style in his movies. Moda Auteur generally symbolizes a fashion style that lets someone dress in a way that lets them show off their ideals and personality.”
“Okay, you’ve really done a lot of research,” Joel commented after hearing my explanation. “I have to commend you both. You impressed me. I honestly thought only Gary had the brains and the guts to tackle on such big ambitions.”
Daxter was beaming with delight and Sonya was doing her best to suppress a smile. We all had a good feeling and soon enough Joel gave us the good news.
“I’ve made a decision then,” he declared just as waiters were coming in to bring in the food for every table. “I will sign you and Noelle as my sole inheritors. You not only made me and your mom proud but I have to say even Gary would be proud of what you two have accomplished.”
“Dad, I support you on this, you know I do,” Sonya told Joel. “I know I was your initial choice. I am older than Dax but the fact remains that he is the proper successor. He has the right business mind,
he’s dipped his feet into the right social circle and he’s just naturally built for a life of transactions and different marketing strategies. I’m a writer, I’d rather stay in some mountain in France, drink my coffee and let my money sit in a bank until I want to splurge what I have on a dog.”
Joel, in a rare instance, laughed and nodded in agreement, “You are right. I know I scared you all when I named our vice president as a possible candidate but you do understand why I did so, right? I had to protect the legacy of the company and for the longest time, Daxter, you were not the ideal successor. You’ve improved so much though and you’ve proven yourself to me and your mom.”
A lot of chatter sparked on the table. Daxter and Sonya were celebrating. Carmen and Joel were busy discussing their own business plans with the family’s corporation. I remained silent in my seat as I tried to soak in all of the revelations that came with Joel’s magic words. Even I had to admit there was a strong magnitude the way he said things.
This all meant our ruse had been a success. It was not as easy as I thought it could be. I did have to marry him, after all, and I was starting to get addicted to him in the bedroom. I quit my job, and I moved to a new home and uprooted everything in my life for this one gamble.
It was a good thing it all paid off.
However, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now. I should be happy because it meant my life was going to shift into a direction I thought I’d never experience before. With the Horndale inheritance and the Moda Auteur business, I basically went from rags to riches in a single sweep.
The main problem was what I would do with my life with Daxter. I did love having sex with him and to be honest we did have good chemistry but… did I love him? Did I even like him enough to live with him permanently for the rest of my life? Everything started as a ruse to fool all these people but was it possible that I could truly fall for Daxter Horndale?
