Be my personal maid and my whore.
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Two souls met when one was dying and the other was trying to escape her reality.
Both took impulsive decisions and ended up together.
He was always unpredictable and she turned unpredi...
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“Bitch how the fuck did you score an entire sex god?” Asked Zvenna as she drooled over my husband from afar. I told Zvenna about everything the day after I told my parents. She was shocked and disappointed that I hid it for a long. I told her the pure unfiltered truth. Like any normal person would, she called me crazy but after she saw my husband, she understood.
“Girl I would do the same with that sexy sex god with a humongous dick.” She had said.
“Bitch! How do you know that?” I asked feeling slightly jealous.
“Girl! Just look at him.” She had exclaimed.
I was glad that she didn’t judge me.
But right now, I was kind of jealous at how every woman here were drooling over my husband. I mean I get it, but I don’t like it.
He looked so fucking delicious wearing a white shirt. I scoffed as I looked around and saw all the girls sending him flirty and seductive looks. But all he did was stare at his phone.
‘Y’all bitches look ugly! He’s mine.’ I thought as I scowled.
I kept staring at him, trying to use the power of my gaze to make him look at me.
Like what the fuck! I was literally all dressed up like a doll and this man won’t even spare me a glance. He hasn't complimented me nor has he sent me a suggestive glance.
I wore a gold lehenga. It was quite expensive but my billionaire husband wanted me to wear it cause I looked sexy in it.
Thinking back to what happened back in the trial room in the shop makes me blush like crazy.
“But we don’t have to shop here. Do you know how crazy expensive this shop is? I was thinking of getting simple outfits for the engagement, Haldi and Mehendi function and wearing the same wedding dress that I wore previously. We already pay so much for the venue, food and decorations. We-“ My jaw dropped because he just walked into the shop ignoring everything I just said. What shocked me further was the look of nonchalance on my family's face. I entered the shop after, wanting to give him a piece of my mind.
“Ezequiel! What are you doing? How can you just wall away when I’m talking?” I whisper yelled at him.
“Babygirl! Stop worrying over the expenses. Your father and I agreed to share the cost.” He said nonchalantly and sat down on the couch.
When did that happen? I looked at my family feeling wronged. After that, I was rushed by some staffs and my mother to try on all the dresses. I didn’t have much opinion on anything, neither did Ezequiel. He barely passed a glance to the outfits I wore.
Although I was hurt, I brushed it off. My family had a lot of problems with every outfit I wore. And finally, I found a gold one. It was really expensive, but I tried it on hoping to get a reaction from my annoying husband. I was hoping this would work because this showed a lot of skin. The blouse was designed to make your breasts spill out. I was kind of uncomfortable with showing a lot of my navel because I didn’t exactly have a thin flawless stomach that I can show off. My tummy was big with stretch marks on it. Though Ezequiel was never bothered, I was still insecure. I stepped out and everyone looked in awe. There were even a few gasps. I giggled as I saw Ezequiel do a double-take.
Of course, this would be the dress that made him look at me. He approached me and looked at me from head to toe. I blushed and looked down shyly. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me back into the room. I gasped at the sudden action.
He pushed me against the mirror. I felt my body begin to heat up from his gaze. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck.
“You have no idea how sexy you look in this dress. It’s driving me crazy.” He said as he placed small kisses along the length of my neck.
He then turned me around to face the mirror, my back against his front. He pushed my hair to one side as he kissed the other. His hand caressed my navel, his touch light and feathery, making me breathless yet ticklish. His finger traced my belly button and slowly moved to my cleavage.
He looked at me intently as his fingers caressed my cleavage lightly.
“Your tits are spilling out. Those huge tits of yours are only covered by a mere tiny cloth. You seriously can’t fucking think I’ll let you wear that in front of others.” He whispered, his eyes deadly and dark.
I gulped hard, his eyes frightened yet made me wet. Both his hands then groped my breasts so hard that I was worried that it would completely pop out from that damned scanty blouse and end up ripping it.
“Now you better fucking change this” he growled. He then turned me around and then placed a hot wet kiss on the cleavage. I bit my lip, loving how sexy he looked.
He then left the room, leaving me to go through the torture of changing through many clothes before we all agreed on the current dress that I was wearing. It was a beautiful golden lehenga with half sleeved blouse and an all-gold sequin skirt with a net dupatta (shawl).
It was a modest yet beautiful dress. I was happy with it. I’ve always dreamt of trial room romance but it becoming a reality still stuns me.
And soon we were officially engaged in front of everyone. We decided to exchange the same rings from our private wedding. I didn’t want to let it go because I loved my ring and my mangalsutra. So it was decided that we’ll use the same for this marriage too.
The wedding date was set for next week because the both of us had jobs to attend, so we decided to get it all over within a week. For the next three days, only wedding decoration will take place. On the fourth day, I decided to have a bachelorette party. Of course, Ezequiel didn’t want a bachelor party because he didn’t have his friends to enjoy it with. On the fifth day, we'll have the Haldi function and on the sixth, we have my Mehendi function. And then on the seventh, the wedding will take place. I wasn’t sure if his parents would come, but they are and I’m grateful for that because people will talk if the groom's parents aren’t present.
For the next three days, I had spa appointments, dance rehearsals and a lot of fun time. While Ezequiel had Armani and Armano travel here to discuss business.
For the bachelorette party, I wore a rather slutty dress because why not! It made me feel sexy and naughty. It was a gold sequin short dress with a plunging v neck. Since it only included close girlfriends of mine, it was fine. My hair was styled in beach waves, with gold eyeshadow and red bold lipstick.
I felt like a bad bitch! We got ready in a hotel and then all of us gathered at the event hall that my girls had reserved. They all decided to pitch in and collected amounts to pay for this bachelorette party and I couldn’t be happier and grateful.
I don’t drink alcohol but Zwvena and some of my friends did, so while they decided to get high, I drank a glass of orange juice. A few songs were playing, so I and Zwvena got on the dance floor as we randomly moved to the beats of the song.
The girls thought that I was boring and was ruining the mood of the party by being sober, so I decided to have 1 shot of vodka. It burned my throat and led to a series of coughing fits. But slowly they went from forcing me to have one shot to 5 shots and I was drunk as hell.
And then I heard Montero by Lil Nas. This is my jam! I got to the dance floor as I dragged Zwvena with me. My girl was high as hell and when she gets high, she gets horny. And now she was dry humping and groping me. I didn’t mind much because both of us didn’t swing that way and it was all just fun. And I was just as high as her to care about it and be awkward.
The song brought on a horny vibe to the dance floor. Zwvena stood behind me, her hands on my waist as I grind my fat ass over her. Honestly, I was feeling horny and the song didn’t help. I felt myself getting hot and all I wanted was to rip my clothes and rub myself all over a certain sexy man that I was married to.
Suddenly it wasn’t Zwvena anymore. Her soft small hands were replaced by a rough callous hand.
“Such a bad girl! Grinding this fat ass of yours all over someone that’s not me.” He said as his one hand-wound around my waist and the other spanked me. I gasped at the pain and moaned as I squeezed my thighs to relieve the pain between my legs.
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