The Arrangement

5: Officialising the Engagement. . .

"There, in that corner. No, not those plates idiot! I clearly said gold!" She had said silver. I felt sorry for the poor guy as he walked back into the house to fetch the plates which had been rejected by my mother. "I want the bar set up there, next to the DJ." She shouted orders like she was the one getting married.

"Mother, relax. They're doing their best. And I think it's beautiful."
She waved a hand, dismissing me. "Oh please. What do you know about planning a party?"
"Not much, but it's my party and I should have a say."
"If you had a say, we'd be the laughing stock of the whole damned town. There'll be journalists and photographers all over this place and it needs to look absolutely amazing for the cover page of GH magazine. If I were you I'd be getting ready, it's a big day for us."
I rolled my eyes and watched as another decor guy was told off by her. "Amelia, make yourself useful and get me a bottle of sparkling water."
"I'm busy."
"But you're standing right here."
"No. I'm going upstairs. I think I hear the hair and makeup people arriving."
"I'm sure you can-"
"No. Gotta go. Bye, mother." I ran away, leaving her to shout at the staff.

Betty, the woman who'd done my hair and makeup on the day of Lord Braham's wedding, was setting up in my room. "Oh, here comes the bride!"
She said happily. "It's just an engagement party."
"But soon I'll be doing your hair and makeup for the big day." A normal bride would have been beaming with joy, but I was nervous and slightly annoyed with the whole thing. I forced a smile to avoid any questions. . .she, like everyone who read the news, though that this was real. I'd seen Adrian two or three times after our first appearance as a couple, to keep up the charade. Like our marriage, the dates were planned to the tee. My mother making sure that the press 'found out' where we were, by giving them an 'anonymous tip' of our meetings. We'd arrive at the restaurants without a camera in sight, then walk out to blinding lights.

My phone rang, just as Betty finished my make up. I got out the chair and walked over to my bed, where it sat.
Adrian. What could he possibly want? I answered then placed it on my ear.
"Hello, Adrian," I said coolly. "Amelia. How are you?"
"Fine."
"Just fine? I thought you'd be a little more excited," he teased, with a notable smile in his voice. "How could I possibly be excited to marry you?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Everything. . .I thought I made that clear last week."
"Maybe I can change your mind later. . ." Later? "When, exactly, is later?"
"You'll see. . .hope you wear a short dress." I could hear the smirk on his face. He loved toying with me. "I wouldn't dare give you the satisfaction." He laughed. "Don't worry, princess, I'll still get what I want. I always do. . ." With that he hung up, leaving me wet and irked at the same time.

"You look amazing, baby sister. I still can't believe he proposed already. Haven't you only been dating for three weeks?" Amethyst still didn't know the truth and at that point telling her would've been useless.
"It feels like it was destined to be."
"Oh, that's so cute!"
"What's so cute? And why does it look like we're hosting a party?"
"I won't even ask, where you've been. I stopped caring the third time you disappeared," said Amethyst to André, who was in a pair of ripped jeans and a Givenchy hoodie, obviously just back from another adventure. He rolled his eyes. "Is nobody going to tell me what's going on here?"
"What on Earth are you wearing, André?" Shouted my mother, as she walked into my room. "The Guests are starting to arrive!"
"Hello you too, mother." André didn't have a very good relationship with our mother. He believed that she wanted to control him and started disappearing to rebel against her. After the first few trips he just never stopped and that annoyed mom more than anything. "Go to your room and put on some real clothes. Also take a shower, you smell like cheap perfume and bad hair extensions. I honestly don't understand why you date the girls you date." He left with his fists clenched at his sides. Poor thing. "Amethyst-"
"Don't even think about it, Victoria. I don't take orders from you." Amethyst also had a love-hate relationship with mum for the same reasons as André. Maybe it was just me who still kind of liked out mother. She was controlling, yes, but it was just who she was. Maybe the hate was a twin thing. Oh, did I forget to mention that my older siblings were twins. "I don't know why you and your brother despise me so much. Actually I don't care. I'm not here for that. Amelia, darling, Adrian's here. I'll be sending him up in a minute to wait for your grand entrance." I nodded, and listened to my heartbeat speed up. She walked out dramatically, leaving me with a squealing Amethyst. "I'm going to go say hi and make sure André doesn't murder him before you get the chance to. . ." she stopped and squealed again, before leaving.

The dress

When I was alone I took a few breaths in front of the mirror. I looked good. Amazing actually. My black dress hugged my body perfectly, and the slit added a hint of sexiness to it. I walked to the window. Cars came in and valets parked them. Some guests came in on foot. The party was probably in full swing now. All that was left was the happy couple. I sighed deeply, suddenly wishing I'd said no to this whole thing and been a rebel like the twins. I went back to the mirror. "Smile, Amelia. You're beautiful. You look good-"
"You look better than good." I turned around to my fiancee, leaning on the door frame with both hands in the pockets of his sleek black suit pants.
I was completely mesmerized, when he straightened his tie and walked in. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Now he stood behind me in front of the mirror. "We make one hell of a couple, don't we?"
"We aren't a real couple," I said softly. "If we weren't a real couple would I do this." He spun me around and planted his lips on mine, taking me in a hard, demanding kiss. Claiming me as his and his only. Soon I completely would be. The thought sent chills down my spine. He drew away from me, "I thought I'd be able to wait til later, but fuck it, I want you, Amelia."
"I. . ." He burried his face in my neck and pulled the zip on my dress down an inch. "Let me have you," he pleaded. "But the party, the guests. . . they're waiting."
"I don't care. They can wait." He kissed me again and this time I was sold. "Let me. . ." he said again. "Yes."
That was all he needed to hear. My zipper went all the way down and he pulled the dress down my body, leaving the black one piece lingerie I had on. "Damn," he said, taking a step back to admire my body. I blushed and stared at the floor. "You like it?"
"I love it." Some of my confidence came back. "I put it on just for you. . .when you said something about LATER earlier." He smiled. "You're smart, princess." He pulled his jacket off and hung it on my chair before loosening his tie and grabbing me again. He hoisted me up and immediately I wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed me on the bed and continued with the torturing kisses. . .on my neck, my collarbone, my chest. A moan escaped me, when he wrapped his mouth around my breast while pinching the other. I yelled at the, surprisingly, sweet pain. "Mmm," he growled moving to the other breast. He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, while kneeling between my legs. My breath was taken away. It was my first time really seeing his body without clothes. "You like, princess?" That word again. . .if I wasn't wet before, I was now. I shot up and pulled his face down to mine, taking him by suprise. "Take the pants off as well." I commanded, surprising myself. "Why don't you do it for me princess?"
I smiled, understanding what he wanted. Slowly I kissed each one of his rock hard abs, turned on by the fact he was watching me. I pulled his zipper down with my teeth and felt his erection grow under my chin. It clicked when I'd freed him that I'd never done this before. His size was impressive. Pushing all negative thoughts out of my head, I took him into my mouth. He pushed himself further; making me gag. He paused all movement to make sure I was okay, while I tried to adjust to the foreign object. When I was okay I started moving, licking and sucking. "Damnit, Amelia, you're killing me," he grunted. I was fired up and thought I could take him deeper. I pushed myself until I couldn't anymore. He titled his head back and groaned . He was about to come. I was getting him there. He pulled hard on my hair, "Fuuuuuc—" His hand tightened around the back of my neck, as he thrusted forward.
Without much warning he filled my throat with the warm liquid then slowly eased out of me. I swallowed some of it, then stopped when I heard a knock at the door. "Wah wah wat?" I whispered, still trying to swallow his load. "Amelia. Unlock this door at this second. Adrian's missing, you have to help me find him. The Guests are waiting!"
I started to panic. I swallowed everything and prepped myself to speak, then Adrian beat me to it. "Mrs Weston I'm in here. Amelia had a bit of an accident with her dress, she's with a seamstress in the bathroom."
"Jesus, I told that girl to stop with the ice cream, now she's too fat for her dress. Hurry up then."
"Yes, Mrs Weston. We'll be down in a minute." I froze until I heard her steps get faint. We looked at each other, then burst out laughing, while we scrambled for our clothes.