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EMBARRASSMENT...

"I... I... am not wearing a b-r-a," I said, looking down and biting my lips in embarrassment while he stood there, still.

"Look up," Rhys said in his deep yet slow voice, and I slowly raised my gaze, my face flushed.

"No need to be shy, Butterfly. I have seen many naked girls, some hotter than you," he said with a smirk, causing my head to droop again in shame.

He grabbed my hand and started walking, hanging the dress back on its rack as we exited the mall.

He began to drive, and I sat there silently, staring ahead at the crowded road, which kept getting emptier and emptier.

The drive was long, and I didn't even realize when my eyes closed and my body went limp.

Third Person's POV

Rhys's ears were still red after hearing that his Butterfly wasn't wearing a bra. He kept trying to dismiss the thought, which should be normal, but it wasn't for him. His mind kept spiraling with imagination.

He tried to divert his attention and glanced sideways, then his eyes fell on Maya, who was asleep.

He didn't know what got into him. He slowly stopped the car at the side of the road and unbuckled his seatbelt.

Turning toward her, his eyes roamed her face.

Slowly raising his hand, he brushed some hair away from her face.

"Why are you like this, Maya?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Beautiful, sexy, submissive—all at once," he thought, bringing his face closer to hers.

"Aren't you perfect, so perfect, my little hateful thing?" he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek softly. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"I won't let anyone come near you, Butterfly. No one can touch you. The day you stepped in front of me, you became mine. And when you die, you will die as mine," he vowed, his voice low and intense. He trembled slightly as he gazed at Maya, placing his palm on her cheek and brushing it gently.

His eyes shifted down to her chest. Quickly, he took a long breath and closed his eyes, returning to his seat.

He started the car again, glancing at Maya through the rearview mirror.

After half an hour, they reached their destination. Rhys turned his head toward Maya.

"Maya," he called a bit louder, and she squirmed in her seat, slowly opening her eyes.

"Did you sleep well, Butterfly?" he asked.

Maya's POV

"Did you sleep well, Butterfly?" he asked.

I quickly opened my eyes wide and sat straight, wiping away the unseen drool from my lips. Turning my head, I took in our surroundings, and the view before me left me speechless.

"Like it?" Rhys asked, and I turned my head back toward him.

"Come out of the car, Butterfly," he said, stepping out.

I slowly opened the door and followed him out. The sun was shining brightly, indicating that it was already noon.

Before me lay a beautiful beach, and not far to the right was a resort painted white.

As we entered, the staff greeted us, leading us straight to the garden.

There I saw a stunning decoration of white flowers, the whole area covered with white curtains. Above, a huge glass shielded everyone from the sun's warmth.

People were dressed in various attires, and I looked at Rhys with wide eyes.

"Wedding," I breathed.

"Yes, wedding, Butterfly," he whispered. I glanced down at my outfit, which made me feel out of place. He pulled me toward a chair where people were sitting and made me sit.

Other seats were empty except for ours. My eyes sparkled as the bride entered for the handsome groom waiting for her.

My mind flashed back to Kai's words: "I wed you when I didn't even know the meaning of it, and this time I want to do it again, so I can remember just you and me in that black and white theme."

I chuckled, and Rhys quickly turned his head toward me.

"What's so funny?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

I shook my head, dismissing it as nothing. He still looked at me, demanding answers when suddenly some people came and sat beside us.

"I thought you wouldn't come," the uncle, who was around my father's age, said to Rhys, and I frowned.

"I thought so too, but yesterday my mind changed," Rhys replied.

"And who is this beautiful girl beside you?" the lady next to the uncle asked.

I quickly looked down, feeling embarrassed for being caught staring.

"Well, that's my Butterfly, Mom," Rhys said, and my eyes widened in shock while they both chuckled.

I squirmed uncomfortably, clenching my dress. Feeling the stares of the uncle and aunt made me retreat in fear. I pushed myself further back, and suddenly the chair lost its balance, making me fall, but before I could hit the ground, Rhys's hand came behind me, supporting me and righting the chair.

I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. When Rhys leaned closer, he whispered, "Remove your hand from there."

I quickly understood and moved my hand away, looking at my lap.

The uncle laughed, and Rhys shot him a glance.

"Sure, young man. Yours, Butterfly..."

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