Running The World With You

Cut your balls off

The reception was amazing. We danced and talked and drank. It was an amazing night and I'll never forget it.

Everyone waves us goodbye when we hobble into our limo. We are going straight to the airport. The driver already packed our bags.

Lucius looks at me and then types in a number on his phone. I stare in confusion as he brings the phone to his ear.

"Hi, I'm calling to report a rapist. Yes, grand maple church. Where the royal wedding was, mhm. In the study room he is knocked out. This is Lucius Balcray calling." He ends and hangs up the phone. I glare at him. Now everyone will know Theo didn't actually go away!

"Why did you do that?" I scold. He just smirks at me.

"Because by the time those police get there your family will already be gone. Plus, they can't disobey my orders, Mrs. Balcray." He purrs. I roll my eyes.

"Stop calling me that. It makes me feel like an adult."

"You are." He states.

"No shit Sherlock." I scoff. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Fine I'll call you Amora Agatha Balcray of Monaco. Happy?" Lucius teases.

"I am married to a child." I put my hand on my temple.

"I'm five years older than you, kitten." I guess I never realize how much older he is. He acts like an annoying teenage boy most of the time.

"Ok grandpa." I snort.

"You know that's not the word I like." He seductively says. My cheeks flush a deep shade of red out of embarrassment and lust. That time I.... we don't about it.

"Oh look, we're here!" I change the subject and point out the window at the private jet. It has BALCRAY plastered right across the side.

Real discreet.

I open the door and scoot myself out. Traveling in a wedding dress isn't exactly easy. I walk over to the trunk and grab one of my bags. Surprisingly, Lucius grabs one of his as well.

"Leave it to the servants my ass." I snicker. He smiles and we start walking towards the stairs into the plane.

"Change of heart." He says. I smile at the waitstaff. The pilot is an older man with white hair and the attendant is a older woman with graying hair.

I like her a lot better than the old one already.

We step onto the plane and my dress barely fits. The plane is nice, but it's made for around eight passengers. My giant skirt takes up half the room.

"You should change." Lucius suggests. Who would have though of that. I had already been taking a sweat set out of my bag. I set it next to him on my seat.

"Mhm. Where's the bathroom?" I ask. He smirks at my question.

"I don't think you will fit in it. The dress won't make it through the door." His hand taps on his leg. His amused eyes tell me he's making up scenarios in his head.

"Turn around perv." I command. He just stays where he is, smirking at me. That stupid smirk.

"No. I've seen it all before kitten."

"Fine but don't get any ideas." I say, a hint of annoyance in my voice. He can't follow simple instructions.

I attempt to grab the zipper from behind but struggle. Lucius is fucking laughing at me. This isn't funny!

"Need help?" He offers, clearly getting a kick out of me jumping around trying to get hold of my zipper.

"Fine." I scoff. He walks over and unzips it. He also runs his fingers along my arm, taking down the little sleeves. My whole body fills with goosebumps.

My dress falls to the floor and I blush in embarrassment. I look around for the sweat set I had on the seat and can't find it.

"Where did my clothes go?" I shout. He laughs. Walking in front of me to show the clothes he stole. He has them dangling above his head, just out of my reach.

"Ugh, why do you act like a child? Give me my clothes right now!" I bark. He just stands there, smiling at me.

"Oh my gosh sir, I'll come back." A squeaky voice calls. No no no. Now the attendant thinks we... gah.

"I'm enjoying this." He states. Of course he is. This is his concocted awkward situation, is it not?

"Give me my clothes back right now Balcray of I will literally cut your balls off and feed them to a horse." I threaten.

"Always with the theatrics, Mrs. Balcray." He rolls his eyes and gives me my clothes. The feeling of clothing being on my body has never felt so good.

"I can't believe you would do that after what happened to me today." I'm going to trick him and make him feel sorry. Just watch.

"Oh my gosh Amora I'm so sorry! I'll never prank you again unless you want to be!" He pleads. A smile cracks on my face.

"Gotcha! You are so whipped." Taking a seat next to him, I feel him staring at me.

"I am. I think you already knew that. I mean, who could of thought me of all people could be sitting here right now, going off to my honeymoon with someone like you." His hand reaches for mine and I take it. I look out the window and notice we have started to move.

"I don't think either of us expected this to happen."

"That's the best part about us. Who knew we would go through all of this. I was an asshole who only cared about doing you, you almost got killed trying to run away from me, your best friend attempted to rape you, and now we are sitting here right now after getting married and confessing we love each other. And there is so much more we have yet to do." I can't believe how hectic these past months have been. I'm no longer the same person I was going into this arrangement.

"Perfectly said. But I do have one burning question in my mind." I confess.

"What is it?" He softly says.

"D-do you expect us to have sex on this trip?"

"Of course not. I'll wait as long as you want." He responds. I let out a sigh of relief. I'm not ready yet. I'll know when I am thought

"One more." He nods and I build up the courage.

"Why is a girl named Rachel calling you?"

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HEY YALL!

I don't like this chapter at all but oh well. This is my first story so I'm still learning. I think in total this story will have 50 chapters.

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