Chapter 28

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You were 2 weeks away for the wedding, everything was arranged and organized, the decorations, the ceremony, the food, dance floor, reception, etc. All you could do at this moment was wait for the wedding and enjoy the time being. You suddenly remember you still need someone for your and Wisshu's hair and makeup, you had connections so called a celebrity hairdresser and a famous makeup-artist. After you done that you sit down next to Mark on the couch, you look in his chocolate brown eyes and kiss him on his cheek, his nose and then his mouth, you smile and you rest your head on his shoulder. He looked at your head and kissed it, you giggle and close your eyes and let it sink it in for a bit ' I'm gonna marry Mark, my Mark in a matter of weeks, I still can't believe it's almost time and now a double wedding', it all was a bit to much and you started to get anxious 'what if something goes wrong, what if the ceremony master gets sick,the food isn't tasty, or overcooked, or under cooked, or Jack an Wisshu can't make it or, or...' you drifted a bit to deep into thoughts and when Mark kissed your neck you jumped a bit. He chuckled and got some strands of hair out your face and looks in your eyes. You snap out of thought, he suddenly pushed you flat on the couch and sits on your lap, kissing your neck and teasingly bite it, he whispered in his ultra deep and sexy voice "I think we need to relieve some stress, what do you think?" you giggle and kiss his nose, saying "I love you, can't we go to Vegas and get married by some Presley impersonator?", all Mark says is "if we do that, everything we did so far would be useless", you smile, he started to kiss you again on the neck going slightly down and then stop, he gets of your lap and walks away laughing, "come back here right now, mister, are you seriously going to stop there" you say as you chase him. He gets in bed pats the spot besides him, you get next to him and you both lay down, you rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair and you slowly begin to fall asleep.

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