Vow

four - taylor

Travis and I put on a good show for the paps, and by the time we got back to my house, articles were already popping up about our surprise wedding. 

The media saw me as a huge business woman with lots of shares and companies, and that's where my fame come from. But they also knew I was dangerous, just not how, so they were careful with that they printed. 

"Oh, so our cover story." I turned to Travis as I locked the front door behind us. "We met in a coffee shop, you pursued me, I said no, but you didn't give up and now we're here."

"Great." Travis mumbled. 

"Well I can't say I chased you." I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't fit my image. You just wanted me so much you didn't stop until you swept me off my feet."

Travis just nodded, undoing the button of his jacket in one easy move. I paused, looking at him. I had been thinking about jumping on him, and the making out in the car had only increased my desire. I didn't give a shit about feelings or romance; I didn't do that crap anymore. But sex? Sex was on the table and it had been a long time since I'd had anyone decent.

"So." I folded my arms. "What have you got planned for our wedding night?" I didn't want to be the one to start something, since I didn't want Travis to think I wanted him. I wanted him to want me so I could take advantage of that.

"Planned?" Travis blinked at me and I nodded. "Umm..." I could see the panic on his face. "What do people normally do on their wedding night?"

"Do you seriously not know the answer to that?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Besides sex." He mumbled, looking away awkwardly.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin." A laugh slipped past my throat.

"No!" Travis exclaimed. "I'm twenty-eight, I'm not a fucking virgin."

"Hmm." I leaned against the wall, looking him up and down like I didn't believe his claim. 

"You think I'm a virgin?" Travis seemed offended. I shrugged.

"No shame baby boy, not everyone's cut out for hot sex." I patted his arm as I moved past.

Travis took the bait, grabbing me by the hand and spinning me back around to face him. His cheeks were flushed as he stared at me, our bodies close, breaths audible in the silence. I let him hold my wrist, just staring into his eyes, waiting for him to kiss me so we could get this over with and fuck already. He was a good kisser, so I'd bet on him being a good lay as well.

"I thought you hated me." He whispered.

"Oh baby boy." I crooned, cupping his face in my hands. "I don't hate you. I hate the situation. You're not so bad when you're not showing your weak little stomach. You're doing so well." Bringing myself closer, I pecked his lips in a soft kiss. "Such a good boy." I patted his cheek and then let him go. "If you want a decent lay for once in your life, let me know, but you're not coming into my bedroom."

With that, I walked away, wanting to take my heels off. I wasn't going to beg for Travis to fuck me. He was going to beg me to fuck him, or I'd find one of my vibrators to do it myself. It would do a decent enough job. You wouldn't catch me begging for anything.

I went to my bedroom, taking off my dress, veil, and heels before tossing all of it into a corner of my cupboard. I pulled on an oversized t-shirt and left it at that. It almost reached my knees, and that was what I often wore around the house. Travis could thank himself for having eyes so he could see that.

Once I'd wiped the minimal makeup off, I left my room in search of the cats. Meredith was curled up in her hanging cat bed, Olivia was scrounging around outside, and Benji was running up and down the hallway with a ping pong ball. I refilled their food and water before getting myself a glass of white wine. God I needed it.