𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎

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"Sweetheart, will you relax? It's been days since you came to bed early." Grayson said, his body pressed against my back. I poured the Chateau d'Yquem wine into the glass, overwhelmed by the burning weather of summer. "I'm busy, Grayson. Wedding preparations take my whole time."

I could feel his body move against his immune, he grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself a glass as well. "Understandable, princess. We should've hired people to do this."

"No, I enjoy working with your mom. The girls are taking off a lot of my shoulders, they're working on the bridesmaids' preparations themselves, it's just—I don't know—I'm just scared." I admitted, taking a sip of the white wine.

Grayson placed his head on my neck, burying himself comfortably. "Stop, don't be scared. It's over, all your nightmares are gone. From now on, I want you to tell me if you feel anything wrong, you know I would do anything to protect you, right?" I smiled at his words, I know he loved me, and he reminds me every day. "I love you, Grayson."

"I love you too, princess. And tomorrow, will you come with me to my company, I want to introduce you to my employees, you are my soon-to-be wife." I nodded, accepting his proposal. A toxic part of me wanted to go see how many women were there to put them in their place, in my defense, Grayson was attractive, and his company has many girls around. I wouldn't be surprised if they were all over him, my man was everything you could desire: Strong, powerful, rich, handsome, and a perfect gentleman. Only outside, in the bedroom, he had gotten used to a motto: Be a gentleman outfit, and fuck her until she can't walk inside the bedroom.

"Love, I can hear your thoughts from miles away. Don't be jealous, I'm all yours."

I so love it when he says he's mine.

A light scoff escaped my mouth, I couldn't help but smile. "I can't be jealous, I'm better than everyone, you would never settle for anyone other than me."

Grayson turned me around to face him, I looked up to meet his intent stare. "You're right, you are too intelligent, beautiful, prideful, virtuous, and overall formidable in a good matter. I can assure you my eyes are on you only, my hands are destined to be yours only, my skin on yours only, my heart is yours and I am fucking yours only."

"I like the sound of that." I placed the glass on the counter.

"But don't you remember, Stella, you're mine. If any other man has his eyes on you, I will fucking cut off his Retina and practically blind him. If another man uses his hand on you, I will cut them off. And if another man talks to you in a way that hints at disrespect or any flirtatious attitude, his tongue: off. And if another man pisses me off and it involves you, simple, I skin them off, and they die. I don't care how many men die because of me, as long as I'm alive for you, that's all that matters."