Trapped Sensation

Chapter 3

Raphael's POV

  "Ooooh, your future wife seems difficult. Here I am thinking, she is going to run from you and the altar,  but then, she has her best friend call me to change the wedding march to her favourite song," Thor whispers in my ear chuckling as he saunters off to meet the orchestra.

  Thorak Sansez, aka Thor, my best friend, confidante, and business partner, may be a very good friend, but he's clueless at times. Her actions don't make her difficult. It means she is brave as hell and able to take a stand on her own.

  I smile to myself, imagining her as a little cute girl stamping her feet to get her way.

  As the first strains of a very familiar song fill the air, the doors burst open, and I catch a first glimpse of her, 'My wife'. She's a vision in white. She's breathtaking.

  "Oh my, little miss brave is a beauty," Thor whispers with a cough when the marriage registrar glares at him.

   I turn around with a glare, "Eyes off her, she's mine!"

  "Someone is getting possessive," Thor replies, as I begin thinking of exactly how this nonentity became my actual friend.

  "Thor, stop!"

  "Raph, you know how much I dislike her and how she's using you to build her family name.  She's just like the rest of her gold digging relatives. I'm being cordial for your sake," Thor says with a grimace.

  As she continues down the aisle towards me, I smirk, amused, when I realize that she's the same little tiger that I had met earlier. My mind goes to our earlier acquaintance, and I grin, lost in reverie. It's obvious that she's very skilled in music and piano pieces.

  "Um... earth to Raphael. Dollar for your thoughts?" He asks, folding his arms as he looks at me, eyebrows raised.

  "There's nothing to share, Thor. I met her before in the garden, but apparently, neither of us had any idea we were to be married in a matter of minutes. I managed to rile her up, and I guess she hates my guts. That's why it's so amusing."

  "She might hate you, but she can't hate your money. I mean, that's what she's really here for,' Thor mutters under his breath. I turn around and glare at him as he fakes a smile.

  My thoughts go back to her as I glance at her, making her way towards me. 'She's perfectly curved. She looks like a 5ft 2 inches compared to my 6ft. Her hair is waves after waves of chestnut brown silk cascading down her back.'

  Even though she keeps looking everywhere but at me, including the floor, her shoulders are straight, her chin raised regally and her walk sure and sexy as hell. I'm sure she doesn't even know exactly how attractive she is, but almost all the men present swivel their head to watch her walk down the aisle, and I almost give in to the urge to snarl at them.

  She reaches the raised platform, where we are to stand during the wedding, and still doesn't look me in the eyes. I stretch out my hand in offer, waiting for her to take it. Shakily, she lifts her hand and places it on mine. I slowly help her to climb the platform, and just then, she finally raises her head to look up at mine.

  It is a clash of brilliant turquoise and stormy grey green eyes. I'm instantly mesmerised by her eyes. I didn't notice them before. They are just like the ocean, on a windy day, like waves crashing into each other. Her eyes seem almost turbulent. They are spectacular, and I can't stop staring into her amazingly beautiful eyes.

  My eyes rove her face, taking in the arch of her eyebrows, her doe shaped eyes, and blue-black lashes. My eyes sweep down to her slightly pointed nose and full pink lips. Her neck is slender and curves out to pointed shoulders.

  Her wedding dress is snug on her body, accentuating  the soft swell of her bodice over her cleavage. My eyes inadvertently dip down to gaze at her cleavage, and I swallow inwardly as a pounding headache ensues.

  As the marriage registrar drones on, I block it out and focus on studying her features. I note the high flush of pink on her cheekbones as she notices my perusal.

  I'm so lost that I don't even notice when the marriage registrar says, "The vows!".

  "Hey," Thor says, nudging me. "Your vows, everyone is waiting," he whispers to me, gesturing to the guests.

  I nod my head, grateful that he didn't let me make a fool of myself. I take a deep breath, taking a moment to think, before once again, looking into Serena's eyes.

  "My first impression of you, Serena, was that you needed someone to shield you from the cruel side of the world, and I would like to be that person for you. I promise to be someone you can trust to be there for you, someone to be honest with you always, someone to lean on in sad times, someone to confide in, someone to help you navigate in  tough situations and someone to bring you all the happiness in the world, I promise to be that someone, if you'll let me be there for you, now and forever."

  "I promise to be someone who can stand by your side as your equal, someone who can give you advice and receive it in return. I promise to let you protect me from danger and, in return,  protect you from yourself. I promise to honour you wholeheartedly and trust you to be honest with me. I promise to be by your side wherever or whenever you need me, now and to the end."

  Serena looks up to meet my eyes as she utters those words, her face devoid of emotion and something pangs in my chest. As she utters the last word, a sad look crosses her face so fast, I think I'd imagined it.

 

 

 

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