Dominating Love ✓

[Chapter One]

Chapter One

I think I bit of more than I could chew with all of this. I was already freaking out with having to help plan Rochelle's wedding by the end of June but now with mine coming up I was freaking out.

Why was I freaking out? Chase and I stupidly decided to make the wedding date for the middle of April, so I was indeed getting married first. He wanted it to be on the day we started dating officially and he didn't want to wait almost two years so I was getting married in nine months.

Rochelle was of course my maid of honor and Monica would be my matron of honor, but we were all just a mess.

Riley was an alcoholic, I was the god mother for two kids due in five to six months. My maid and matron of honor were pregnant, I had to help plan Rochelle's so I was planning two; we both were. I was a ball of stress, they were two balls of hormones, and Chase was just frantically trying to pick up the slack from all of us.

I've been engaged a month and I'm no closer to finding a venue. Rochelle has hers but we haven't had time to figure out anything else. We were going into the city this weekend to do dresses. I needed to get mine pretty much that day if I wanted any hope of having one ordered for me. Rochelle needed to find her wedding dress and brides maid dress then if she didn't want to be budging out he her stomach when she did, and same went with Monica.

At night I would come home too tired to do anything else so Chase and I haven't even had sex since the night we got engaged and it was definitely showing for both of us. We were both frustrated all the time and if we could just find time or energy to be together maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

"Hey baby." He wrapped his arms around me when I came home and I sunk into his embrace.

"Hey." I mumbled against his shoulder

"How are you today?" he asked and I groaned

"Fucking tired, I have nothing planned and when I go to start I can't figure out where to start so I spend hours just obsessing over what needs to be done without actually getting anything done. I can't imagine anything until I figure out where we're getting married. Is it outside, inside? I always wanted outside, but it's April, what if it rains? What flowers, what color, what will my dress look like. What if I order a dress and it doesn't fit with the venue-'

"Brylee!" Chase snapped me out of my ramble

"What?" I asked tired

"We'll figure it out. If you would let me help you things would be easier."

"Yeah, even if you help me I have all those things to worry about for Rochelle too. Thank fucking god my brother's already married."

"They could have renewed their vows." He said and I groaned

"I would have killed him."

"Me too."

"They're coming up eight years. I bet you by thanksgiving they tell us they're planning a renewal."

"I wouldn't doubt it." he kissed my neck and I sighed

"I need to get to sleep, I have to get to work early so I can leave for a few hours."

"What's tomorrow?" he asked as I took all my clothes off and I was too tried to put  a shirt on so I just collapsed into bed.

"I don't even know. Something she needs planning with."

"Baby we are getting married too you know, you should focus some time on that too." He stripped to his boxers and shut off the light before crawling into bed with me.