I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 3 - Done Deed

BAM. 

I was jerked awake by the very loud sound of someone banging their hand onto the coffee table right in front of me. I had spent the night rather uncomfortably on the couch since I wasn't allowed to leave to my own room to sleep. My body was stiff so it took a while for me to be able to move. I swung my legs off the couch and sat up.

Hamilton was standing above me, looking like an angry Greek God.  

"Get up. I don't have all day." He snapped at me and then stormed out to the balcony, slamming the glass door shut behind him so roughly that it shuddered.

I sighed.

I had always imagined that the man I would ultimately call my husband would be someone who was kind, caring and woke me up in the morning with little kisses. He would say something cheesy, like "Good morning, sunshine!" and then kiss me on my cheek. Instead, I was stuck with a total opposite -he slapped the table and practically jolted me out of my sleep!

I stood up and stretched my sore limbs, groaning as I did so. It really was unfortunate that it was my wedding day.

Though i didn't care what I looked like during this forced marriage ceremony, I knew that the big black bags under my eye would do nothing to help my complexion. After about fifteen minutes, he came back into the room and grabbed a huge box off the chair in the corner and shoved it at me. 

"This is your wedding dress. You have fifteen minutes to put it on and make yourself presentable. Fifteen minutes, Miss James."

He said lowly, narrowing his eyes at me to show that he was serious. "

If you are not ready by then, I will carry you out of here and you could be naked for all I care because I will not stop." He warned threateningly. I glowered at him for being so crude and then grabbed the box and headed off in the direction of the bathroom.  

Once I was safely away from him, a slow, tortured smile made it's way onto my face. What ill fate I had! Slow tears started tricking down my cheek. I was just glad that he wasn't there to see how weak I was. I allowed myself a few moments of self-pity before I dried my eyes and went to open the box with my dress inside and took it out. 

He had given me just fifteen minutes to get ready for my wedding day and though it might seem like a horror to any other bride, I knew that I didn't even need that much time.  

It really was a beautiful dress. It was strapless with a corset design that reached my waist and then flowed out into a full length skirt. It was a dress fit for a princess. It really was too bad that I wasn't marrying a prince.

Quickly I stepped into the dress. The bodice was extremely tight thus causing an inappropriate amount of cleavage to be exposed. Though I really didn't care what I looked like, I found myself trying to cover it up. I wasn't used to wearing dresses that were this obscene.

  

I didn't bother even trying to tame my long hair that cascaded down to my waist. I just pulled it up into a messy bun at the top of my head, using four rubber bands to hold all my hair together. I picked up the cream scarf I had been using the day before and tried to drape it in a way that would cover my upper body. I completely ignored all the makeup that was arranged on the bathroom counter and walked out into the living room where Hamilton was waiting impatiently for me.