Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

[Part 2] Chapter 27: Alexandria

Alexandria

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Now that the engagement party is behind us, I'm diving headfirst into wedding planning, and it feels both exhilarating and daunting. I’ve always dreamed of a wedding in the South of France, and now that dream is becoming a reality. I discussed the location with Christian first, and his enthusiastic agreement only fueled my excitement.

A friend of my mother’s had her wedding there years ago, and the memories of its breathtaking beauty have lingered in my mind ever since. The idea of exchanging vows in such a magical place has always stirred something deep within me, a yearning for romance and elegance. I have decided to step back from the chaos of fashion week, knowing I need to pour my heart and soul into planning this day that will mark the beginning of our forever.

"Have you chosen a designer for your wedding dress?" Alyssa asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Yes, I’m going to ask Aliyah," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought.

"She’s amazing!" Alyssa beamed, and her enthusiasm was contagious.

"So, who will be your bridesmaids?" Clinton chimed in, leaning forward with interest.

"I haven’t made a final decision yet, but I definitely want you to be part of my party, and I might ask Leah as well," I said, imagining the laughter and joy we would share.

"Oh, I like Leah; she’s fun!" Clinton replied, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of our close-knit circle celebrating together.

Alyssa and Clinton had joined Christian and me in Aspen for the Christmas holidays, and those moments were nothing short of magical. I cherished the time spent getting to know his family, who welcomed me with open arms. Rebecca, Christian's stepmother, even dragged me and the girls into the kitchen to help prepare Christmas dinner. It was in that kitchen, surrounded by laughter, where Leah and Clinton bonded over their mutual inability to cook, creating a shared memory that would forever tie us together.

"Yeah, I know," I chuckled, warmth spreading through me at the thought of their antics. "She’s fantastic."

"So, how's the wedding planning going?" Alyssa asked, sipping her latte, her voice filled with genuine interest.

"It's going well; we're just trying to secure a venue," I replied, my heart fluttering with anticipation.

It turns out that everyone wants to have their wedding in the South of France. I knew it would be a challenge to find a venue that could accommodate the 200 guests we envisioned. But I was ready for it, determined to make our dream a reality.

We continued discussing the wedding over coffee, our laughter mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed drinks, before parting ways. I headed home while Alyssa went to the studio, where she was immersed in recording her new album, set to drop later this year.

When I walked through the door, I found Christian in the living room, his face lighting up with the biggest grin upon seeing me. The sight of him sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I dropped my bag and walked closer, feeling an electric connection between us.

"Did Ava tell you?" he asked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Tell me about what?" I replied, curiosity piqued.

"I secured the venue you wanted," he announced, his smile radiant.

"Ahhh!" I squealed, jumping into his arms, my heart soaring with joy. "You’re amazing!" I kissed him, feeling the warmth of his affection envelop me.

"How about we take this to the bedroom?" he suggested with a playful grin, pressing his lips against mine again, igniting a fire within me.

"Yes," I whispered, my heart racing.

In one fluid motion, he lifted me effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me as he ascended the stairs with purpose and desire. The air was thick with anticipation, and the dim light from the lamps cast a soft glow around us, creating an intimate sanctuary. As soon as we reached the bed, he tore the fabric from my body, the sound of ripping cloth mingling with our breaths, heightening the electric tension in the room.

"Fuck, you’re beautiful," he praised, his eyes filled with desire as he captured my lips with his.

We fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and passion, our bodies colliding softly as the mattress cushioned our weight. His hands explored my skin with an urgency that ignited every nerve ending, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. He turned me over, his touch both firm and tender, positioning himself behind me. The moment he entered me, a gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and pure ecstasy.

"Fuck, you feel amazing around my cock, princess," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

He began to move, his rhythm steady and relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I could feel him deep within me, our bodies perfectly aligned, leaving no doubt about the profound connection we shared. With each powerful thrust, he pushed us closer to the edge, the world outside fading until there was only the two of us, lost in our own universe of passion and intensity.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear as he continued to pound inside me.

The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by breathy moans and whispered words of desire. As we both teetered on the brink, I felt the tension building, an overwhelming wave of pleasure threatening to consume us until we both came undone in an explosion of shared ecstasy.

Afterward, he moved beside me and pulled the blankets over our naked bodies, turning me onto my side and drawing me closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, a comforting presence that made me feel safe and cherished.

"I love you," I confessed, my heart pounding as the words spilled from my lips. He froze, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.

I meant it. The past six months together had been a whirlwind of emotions, and despite our unconventional start due to the arranged marriage, I had grown to love him deeply.

"I—" he choked, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

"You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to," I interrupted gently, sensing his hesitation. But he pulled me in for a kiss, and in that moment, I could feel his unspoken affection.

I couldn’t pressure him into saying it, even though my heart longed for those words to be reciprocated. Maybe this wasn't the right time for him but it was for me.

"Let’s go out for dinner. I’ll take you," he suggested, breaking the tension with a smile.