Liar, Liar

Just Married

It was the day — the day you were getting married. You couldn't honestly believe you were about to become a Mrs. To your once upon a time boss, nonetheless.

It all felt surreal but you've pinched yourself enough — this was really happening.

You had just adjusted a bobby pin when someone knocked on your suite door. "Come in!"

The door opened and there stood h/n, all in his tuxedo glory. You checked him out, how the hell could one look so good in something so simple was beyond you but then came crashing back to reality when you realized he wasn't supposed to be here.

"It's bad luck to see me before the wedding," you scolded as you got up and looked behind him and around the hallway to make sure his mother wasn't lurking and then pulled him inside and shut the door.

"You don't have your dress on so seeing you is still free game," he replied.

The dress. Who knew a dress would be the bane of your existence, finding the perfect one turned out to be harder than anticipated and just when you lost all hope, his mother saved the day by showing you the dress she got married in. It needed some alterations but it was perfect and the fact that you were wearing it today meant so much to her.

"What was so important you couldn't wait until after?" You asked as you walked back to your chair in front of the mirror and sat down.

He stood behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, making eye contact with you through the mirror. "I wanted one more final moment with you before the crazy festivities my mother has planned for us keep us busy."

"What a strange way to say wedding," you replied.

"Joke all you want but I can't wait to marry you and then have my filthy way with you."

"You need help," you chuckled and stood up, his hands dropping down to your waist. "But I can't wait to marry you either."

His gaze grew heated as he played with the belt on your satin robe but you stopped his sneaky hands. "Hell no. We don't have time for that."

He bent down and tucked his face in the crook of your neck. "Just five minutes" he begged.

You almost accepted his offer but the door was opened, his mother stood there looking livid. "Are you guys kidding me right now? Y/N, finish getting dressed and you," she pointed to her son, "come with me right now."

And before you could blink, it was time to exchange vows.  He took a deep breath. "When I asked you to be my fake fiancé, I was already in love with you then. How could I not be? The force that was you had taken me over the minute you walked into my office, late for your interview. Suddenly, I found myself making excuses to be near you. Then we had our fake relationship which was very much real for me. Every moment. Every glance. Every touch. I keep pinching myself because in just a short few moments, I get to be your husband and that's something I will cherish for the rest of my life."

"Damn. Those are some vows," you said, causing everyone to laugh. H/n blinked away his tears, hands clutching your tightly as he eagerly waited for your vows.

"I hated you," you began, ignoring the panicked look on his face. "You were my boss — the big guy who signed my pay checks and annoyed the crap out of me. When you roped me into playing your fiancé, I only did it for the money, which I still haven't received by the way." Another round of laughter. "But somewhere along the line, I found myself waiting for you, hoping you would show up. It was exhausting. Then came the butterflies anytime you were anywhere near me. And then, I fell. Hard. It hurt...but now I'm here, in front of you on our wedding day and there's no place else I would rather be.  I can't wait to grow old with you, sitting on the porch on our swing chair as we reminisce on all the crazy moments."

All of your guests erupted into a long standing applause as the both of you exchanged rings and kissed. The kiss was over with all too quickly and you were ushered to greet all the guests and accept their well wishes, which was exhausting all on its own.

Then you spotted h/n's mother talking to a server, probably instructing her on something. 

"This is better than anything I would've ever done," you said as you approached her, the server leaving.

"Of course it is, dear. You gave a bored old woman a chance of a lifetime and now I have people asking me to plan their weddings, can you believe that?"

"I believe it," h/n said as he smiled at her. "You look really happy, mother."

"I really am."

Her words made you warm. You've come a long way from thinking she was going to throw water in your face. You shook your head at the thought.

"Something bothering you, dear?" His mom asked, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"No, no. I'm just...really grateful for all of this."

She smiled and before she could respond, somebody called her name. "Business calls. I'll see you around later." But before she left, she turned to you. "Y/n? That dress looks amazing on you. Thank you for wearing it." Then she left, leaving you and h/n behind.

"So, would you do me the honour of dancing with me, wife?"

"Maybe. Depends," you teased.

"On what?"

"If you'll let me take the lead," you responded.

He dramatically gasped as he let you lead him to the dance floor, crowd parting for you both. "I mean, I just married you so letting you lead on the dance floor is nothing."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep," he said as he drew you into his arms, swaying to the gentle music. "I'll do anything you ask of me."

"Anything? So if I ask you to wear a clown suit to work all day, you'll do it?"

He shook his head and winced. "Don't bring up clowns. Anything but that."

You clicked your tongue in disappointment. "Liar, liar."

"I may be a liar but I'm your liar."

Yes. Yes he was.

The End.