PART TWO: THE BIG DAY
LILYA POV
I licked my dry lips for the twentieth time this morning.
This dress was tight.
Very tight.
Jia was nowhere to be found.
Maybe yesterday was a mistake. No, it was definitely a mistake.
Clearly.
Cheating the day before my wedding was a... new low for me. I hadn't expected last night to have us entangled in each others arms. It was definitely a want for years now but.
I thought I had more self control than that.
My father already told me why we needed a marriage between our families.
Peace, the peace of thousands being killed because of our cartels. Was a handshake not enough...
My peace or the peace of the people.
My mom's voice rang so loud in my head.
"Tu padre solo te respetará si demuestras que eres alguien digno de respeto.... Your father will only respect you if you show you are someone worthy of respect."
Where was she when I needed her now.
I voiced roughly, "My phone."
The hair dresser stopped, "Your.. phone what?"
I whispered it aloud, "Give it to me."
She grabbed it off the dresser and put it in my shaking hand. She continued with my hair and unlocked it going to the number I wanted to call.
I really desperately wanted to hear my mothers voice. I wanted her to reassure me the decision I was seconds from making was okay. That my happiness was millions of times more important than the safety of the citizens.
But I know that I had to make a decision to do it.
Or not..
I put the phone to my ear and it only rang twice before she picked up.
Her voice sounded broken and my heart immediately squeezed.
"Lilya.."
I burst into tears, "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I wont marry him, I wont."
"It's not a choice.."
I angrily said, "I don't care. Come here. Now. I'm gonna make up for everything I put you through."
"No more back and forth. No more, we can't?"
"No more broken promises."
JIO POV
How I woke up in this mans bed is beyond me.
Or maybe above me because he is still on top of me.
He bent my legs into missionary and slid himself back inside me. We both watched as he entered and pulled out.
I looked up at him and put a hand on his stomach to slow him down.
"Please Elio.."
He was too thick and I felt like I was going to nut already from my sensitivity.
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Oneirataxia
General Fiction(n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality This is a lgbtq+ short stories smut book. It's also only going to be POC in this book, but enjoy! Request will be accepted.
