Three days later.
I'm pissed off.
I leaned in, her lush lips right in front of me, her eyes silently pleading me to devour them but I didn't kiss her, like a coward I just left the room. This is all my fault, I should've killed him the day I saw him instead of doing shitty paperwork. And now here I am dressed in a designer tuxedo for a faux wedding. A wedding only meant to please good old grandfather and of course the society.
"Come on Az, people are waiting." Hades' voice breaks my trance as I gulp the clear liquid in one go and exit the room to see a slumber of people gathered here to attend a wedding that benefits no one but people with limitless hunger for power, people like my grandfather, if he was not a dictator of the will I would've ended him way before.
Before I could move forward my gaze clashed with my rose, she is looking at me intently, almost as if angry at me, but I can't look away from how sexy she looks with that dress on, I cannot wait to rip that off of her tonight, my cock instantly jerks in my pants making me aware of it's desire, shit not here. So I look away and lead towards the altar.
After waiting a couple of minutes, Isabel makes her grand entry, a smile planted on her face, but when she looks at me her eyes widen in surprise and she eyes me up and down, If only I could document Kira's response to Isabel checking me out. My jealous little minx. When Isabel almost reaches the stairs I bend down and offer her my hands which she takes willingly.
The pastor starts speaking, half of it not making sense to me because of how busy I am stealing glances at Kira. The vicar asks me if I take Isabel as my lawfully wedded wife, I don't want to but.
"I do." He asks her the same and she does, blah blah blah, I'm getting bored. I'm also getting aroused by the mere presence so my rose, she looks exquisite, her silver gown illuminates her skin, her honeydew lips covered in crimson, her raven hair in a slicked back bun and don't get me started on the back of her dress it's completely open the neckline halter so the material gathers on the crack of her ass making those dimples illuminate every step she takes, I want to scorch out the eyes of every man getting a fill of her unearthly divine presence.
"You may kiss the bride now." Fuck no, but media doesn't want that nor does my grandfather, so I move forward keeping my hand on the little of Isabel's back and one grabbing her hair to pull her closer, a little peck would work but when our lips meet she starts kissing the hell out me, her hands grabbing my face as much as I want to push her I reciprocate, but it feels like a bucket of cold water has been poured all over me. Applause emerges and I immediately push her back and grab her finger so it doesn't turn into a tragic fall and then I drop that finger too, I think I might need sanitization to rub off her touch.
"Can we move now." She says her voice so sharp it makes me internally cringe. I do so without holding her hand or anything, when I look up I don't find my rose anywhere, I push past people to reach Hades and ask about where she went.
"Where is she?" My tone a little rushed, when it comes to her it seems like I lose all my patience.
"Shouldn't you be dancing with your new wife?" I pin him a glare so hard his grin drops and points towards the staircase.
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Unbound (On Hold)
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