Chapter 8

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We enter the room where my ceremony is, linked with my father, we slowly walk down the aisle as the background music plays. I have no clue what it is. I look over my shoulder to see Livia walking beside an arrogant Cade.

Her small arm is linked around his and she's holding a bouquet of roses, just like I am. She sighs silently, and looks away from Cade.

Behind her, Karlie and Kami are causally strolling down the aisle beside two hot boys I've never met. I'm sure I will soon.

We reached the front of the room where Chance is standing and the priest was there as well. He slightly smiles at me and I return it.

"Dearly beloved," He priest begins.

Oh boy... this is going to be one long, horrible, crazy night.

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"Chance Jacob Stone, do you take, Rosen Jaliyah Samuels, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asks him.

Ugh, did I ever mention that I hate my middle name?

"I do." He answers clearly and loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

"And do you, Rosen Jaliyah Samuels take, Chance Jacob Stone to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I grin at him and reply, "I do."

The priest smiles at both of us before saying, "You may kiss the bride."

Chance leans over and sweeps me off my feet as his lips smashed into mine. They're so lush and soft.

"Mm." I mumble against his lips.

We pull away and everyone cheers.

I look down at my new ring. It had real white diamonds and was made out of real white gold. I love it and I sadly have to 'love' Mr. Husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Stone!" The priest calls over the cheering.

"Time to change. Time to change." I say hurriedly under my breath.

Chance's hand slips into mine and we walk down the aisle.

"Time to change. Time to change."

"What are you talking about?" Chance whispers into my ear. I look at him innocently before saying quickly, "I'm not wearing this all night!"

"Oh yes you are." He ordered.

"Oh no I'm not!" I growl and slip away from him, quickly walking out of the room to room 115.

"Rosen!" Chance hollers after me and rushes over to join beside me.

He clamps his hand over my wrist and pulls me to a halt.

"Where are you going?" He boomed quietly.

I swallowed breathed out, "I. Am. Changing. Husband."

"No. You're. Not. Wife."

I twist away and pull his arm off and unlock the room with the card. I walk into the room with Husband following behind me. He closes the door as I waddle into the bathroom yelling, "Husband!"

"Wife!"

"Do you have soap?" I called out.

"Yeah, you're lucky I brought it."

"I just need body wash." I replied walking out of the bathroom and holding out my hand.

He walks to the side of the bed and pull of a bottle of body wash. He handed it to me and frowned, "What about your hair?"

"I'm no an idiot, Chance! I can fix it!"

"I didn't say you were an idiot!" He reported.

I slammed the door shut and locked the door behind me so no pervert (Chance) would come in and look at me.

I stripped off the wedding dress and kicked it aside. After I took off my crop top and shorts underneath and turned on the water. I made sure that the water was hot enough to burn my skin.

Once I felt it was hot enough, I climbed into the shower and popped open the bottle of soap. I rubbed my body with the soap and rinsed myself until there wasn't body wash on my body anymore. I turned off the water and climbed out of the shower.

I stood on the bathmat beside the shower and wrapped a huge towel around my shivering body. Then I realized, I had no clothes in the bathroom. Darn it. This blows.

"Chance!" I call out.

"What Rosen?"

"Where are my clothes?" I holler.

Chance let out a huge laugh.

"I'm serious!"

"I know! I see them, they're on the bed." He answers.

"Can you... um.. get them?" I ask out awkwardly.

"Come and get them, I'm not getting up."

I hate you Chance Stone.

I open the door, and make sure the towel's fastened around my body. Sighing I wander out into the cold to find my clothes.

I see Chance lying on the bed laughing.

"Where are my clothes?" I growl.

"Under me." He replied.

I shoved him one hand and used the other to hold up my towel.

"Please just get off, that's a nice dress my mother bought!"

He sighs and shot off the bed, uncovering my beautiful dress. I scooped it up and my undergarments along with it. I walked quickly to the bathroom but was stopped by Chance.

"What? Are you afraid of dressing in front of me?" He whispers in my ear.

'"N-no." I reply.

Chance wrapped his hand around my waist and murmured, "Lies."

"N-no I'm not lying."

Chance was smirking, I could tell. He stuck his warm lips on my neck and whispered again, "Why are you going back to the bathroom then?"

I closed my eyes, trying to think of the best excuse to think of right now. Uh...

"Because, I need.... my... hairbrush! Yes, my hairbrush! I forgot it."

Chance leans against the door and lifts an eyebrow, "Tell me where it is."

"No, no, no! I'll get it myself."

Chance smirked. "You are scared of dressing in front of me."

"No, I'll just get my brush and come out to dress in front of you." I lie. He nods and mutters into my ear, "And if you're lying... I won't be very happy with you, for ahem lying to me."

Nodding I rush into the bathroom and close the door. I quickly put on my undergarments and throw on my white lacy dress.

I grab a brush and comb my hair. I don't care if Chance's upset with me. He has to understand that I just don't feel comfortable in front of him.

I unlock the door to see a Chance standing right there.

"You lied." He growled, grabbing me by the waist.

Oh dear.



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