Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part one

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SOFIA'S POV

I had always thought that I would get married like most people do—after I met the love of my life. We would be engaged for a year, and before that, dating for at least three. But that was far from how my life played out. Never in my twenty-six years of living would I have anticipated an arranged marriage.

I look down at my black sheath dress and pull it down lower over my butt, trying to get rid of any wrinkles at the back. I spent twenty minutes ironing the damn thing, and it still wouldn't lay flat. Probably because my butt is disproportionately large compared to my tiny waist, so it creates a strange tugging sensation at the back of my dress.

"Sofia, it's time to go!" My father calls me.

I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror, knowing my whole life is about to change. My cheeks are flushed with life, and my long brown hair is curled to perfection and woven into a messy bun. I look flawless. The salon did a good job of completing my makeup and hair for me.

The drive to the restaurant is a short one, and James and his family are already seated when my father and I arrive.

As we approach the table, I keep an eye out for James. I've been googling him obsessively for the past week ever since I found out my dad had arranged for us to get married. I spot him the second we are five feet away from the round table. He's wearing a navy blue suit, and a mischievous grin plays on his lips as he makes eye contact with me. The suit brings out the color of his bright blue eyes, which contrast beautifully with his dark brown hair.

"Nicholas! How are you?" James' father greets my dad.

Dad smiles. "More than excited. How are you all doing?"

James is here with his whole family: his mother, father, and older sister. I know this is his whole family because I spent the week stalking them on the Internet. "We're wonderful. Excited to get started."

You see, James' parents are in charge of the YumYum Tea Company, a wildly successful bubble tea chain across the world. They're handing the company down to their son James, my future husband. The reason our marriage has been arranged? James is a womanizing manwhore that can't be trusted to run a company if he's too busy screwing women. He needs to settle down if he's going to lead the company. Cue me, the blushing bride. And what am I getting out of this deal? Nothing. It's really my dad that's benefitting. He gambled my inheritance away, and James' parents promised him a hefty sum in exchange for my hand. He'll use the money to pay off his debtors. Dad is basically whoring me out for money, but I'm not going to object. He really needs the cash, and if he doesn't get it, who knows what the debtors will do to him?

James' parents and my dad know each other from way back in the day when they both went to the Wharton School of Business. They stayed in touch over the years, networking together as the wealthy often do. When my dad ran into trouble with his debt, he turned to them for help. They brokered a deal: me in exchange for money. The rest is history.

"I'm Elizabeth," James' mother introduces herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sofia." She moves over so that her son can scoot down next to her and make space for me in the booth. I slide in next to him, avoiding making eye contact with the blue eyed man. My father sits across from me in a chair next to Robert, James' dad.

"Likewise," I tell her, taking a sip of my water. Are we all going to act as if they aren't buying me for their son like a toy?

"I say we get down to business," Robert starts.

"Yes, of course," my father leans in eagerly.

I bite my lip nervously. What could Robert possible have to say already? I thought he would want to ease into things, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

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JAMES' POV

I glance over at my bride-to-be, admiring her smooth, caramel skin. My eyes flit to the way her full lips wrap around her fork and the way her tongue flicks out to lap at the sauce on her cutlery. God, she's the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I can't wait to have those soft lips wrapped around my cock.

My dick twitches in my pants, and I shift slightly to re-arrange myself under the tablecloth. Our parents are talking boring wedding details. Apparently, they want to have the wedding held in a month. I'm not interested in getting married, even if it is to a beautiful woman like her. I don't care about settling down in the slightest. Just because I'm going to get married doesn't mean I have to be loyal to Sofia. I don't expect her to be loyal to me throughout our marriage.

Her brown eyes meet mine over the candlelight, and I keep focus on her as a blush creeps up her neck. She seems so innocent. It's such a turn on.

"So James, do you have any objections to getting married within the month?" Mom asks. She glares at me, silently demanding for me to say no. She doesn't need to worry. I want to move this whole process along. The faster I get married, the sooner I get control of our company.

I shake my head, saying no. Mom asks Sofia what she thinks, and the woman's melodious voice also agrees to a quick wedding. What is she thinking? Does she want me as much as I want her in this moment?

I think about getting her on her knees in front of me, wrapping my hands in her silky smooth hair as she sucks on my cock. Her lips looks soft and plump, perfect for kissing and sucking.

"Then it's settled. We'll have you two married within the month. Sofia, of course you will be gifted a wedding dress from our side of the family, so you'll have to come shopping with me and my daughter Sarah."

Sofia nods her head. My eyes rake down her body, taking in the length of her long legs. They seem to stretch infinitely under the table, and I imagine them locking around my hips as I thrust into her. I want to hear her moan. What does she sound like when she's coming? My eyes can't help but watch her eat her pasta, looking at her devouring the meal.

I'm going to have her seduced in no time I'm sure. She won't see me coming.