Dad and Celine had booked the whole hotel for their wedding, the Lyvinsco hotel and spa had ninety four rooms, a huge reception hall where the wedding party was being thrown, three outdoor pools as well as two indoor ones.
A spa that I had visited the minute I put all my bags in my room, the massage I had received was much needed and my whole body felt so relaxed and not so stiff.
The wedding was starting at two pm, then the reception started at four. Thankfully everything was taking place in the hotel so we didn't need to find transport taking us from the wedding to the reception.
It was almost one pm, a knock sounds at the hotel room door as I'm applying my make up, I stop what I'm doing and make my way over.
Probably Payton having another hissy fit because her make up wasn't going the correct way, we had practiced the last couple of days doing our hair and make up to see what went best with our dresses and each time she threw a big tantrum because nothing suited her.
I grab ahold of the door handle and swing it open revealing axel.
Fuck me.
No, like literally, fuck me.
Please?
He stood in front of me in a black suit, a red rose in the pocket of his jacket and his tie hung loosely in his hands.
I open the door wider allowing him to come in before closing the door and going back to finish the final touches of my make up.
He sits on the edge of my bed fumbling around with his tie. "Sure make yourself at home." I comment staring at him from the full length mirror.
"I can't tie my tie." He admits looking down at it.
"Have you tried watching any YouTube tutorials?" I ask. "You'd be surprised how much you can learn from there".
"I'm more is a visual learner."
A laugh escapes my lips as I finish applying my lipstick, I turn and walk towards him, his legs spread apart allowing me access to stand there.
I grab the tie from his hands and place it around his neck, his hands automatically make their way slowly up my thighs before landing on my ass giving it a firm squeeze.
"You look beautiful." His soft voice speaks causing me to look at him.
"Don't I always."
Making the tie tighter i place the collars of his shirt down and pat his shoulders before walking towards the bathroom.
Putting on deodorant and spraying my perfume, I grab the necklace from the counter fumbling to get it on.
"Axel?" I call out.
"Yes?"
"Can you help?"
In a matter of seconds he stood leaning against the bathroom door frame with his hands in his pants pocket, I'm sure if he even so much as tensed the suit would rip and I totally wouldn't mind that sight at all.
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Always Has Been You
Teen Fiction-/ NOT EDITED \- Octavia Thornton has hated Axel Kingston from the minute he spilt his red jungle juice down her favourite white dress during freshman year. She declared them enemies, but you what made it more exciting? They were enemies with ben...