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***Okay, a little rudeness in this one. And Cat? Not surprise time yet...but soon, very soon...LOL!***

Chapter fifteen

That night Piper sat on her bed staring at the purchases she had made, almost regretting getting the incredibly unattractive 'old lady' underwear. After all, it was her wedding day and she had bought herself a really beautiful three quarter length dress, covered in lace and beads which made a pleasant rustling sound when she moved. Now she was going to be wearing this hideous stuff underneath it. Still, she thought with a slight smile, at least Mark would hate it as well.

He had gone out for the evening with Glenn, and he had actually been quite nice before he left. She had received a kiss and a warm hug, as if he really cared for her. Normally she would have pushed him away, but in her current state of confusion she had needed the comfort and had taken it. And then he had told her he had a surprise for her, and it would arrive early the next morning. She had managed to stop herself from begging him to tell her what it was, but she had a feeling he knew she was bursting to find out. His eyes could be very expressive sometimes, she mused, thinking of the lovely green colour. She shook herself. His eyes were not lovely, nor was any other part of him. She groaned and fell back on the bed, wondering if she had rampaging hormones or something, because every time she thought about his body - his extremely muscular, huge and naked body - she got turned on. Driving back such thoughts, she gathered her things up and started getting ready for bed, knowing that this one night he wouldn't be coming into this room, he had told her so. It seemed that some traditions he followed.

When she opened her eyes just after dawn the next morning, her heart instantly started hammering in her chest. Today was the day, she thought, biting her lip nervously. After this, there was no going back. The wedding itself wasn't until noon, so she had plenty of time to get ready, but she wanted to start early and pamper herself a bit.

She faintly heard the doorbell ring as she ran a nice hot bubble bath, but she didn't pay any attention to it. Not until another small knock came at her door and then a voice called out her name.

Piper straightened abruptly from the bath and froze. No, it couldn't be...could it? She rushed out of the en-suite and stared, amazed to see her older sister standing in her bedroom. "You're in England," she said, stunned.

Paige Williams grinned, her eyes sparkling behind her wire rimmed glasses. "Not anymore!"

"Oh my God!" Piper said, rushing over and hugging her. "How did you get here?"

"Your fiancé arranged it all, but I was coming back anyway," the older girl said. Piper leaned back and looked at her, noting that she hadn't changed at all in appearance even though she had been gone for four years now. She was two years older than Piper, but she looked younger. Whereas Piper had whisky coloured eyes, Paige's were a fairly ordinary brown. Her hair was dark brown, not black as Piper's was, and her complexion was paler. Out of the two of them, Piper had always been the most striking, and Paige hadn't minded one bit that her younger sister got all the attention, she didn't like being singled out anyway. Her hair was very long and haphazardly drawn back into a braid, the only style she ever wore. She was slightly shorter than her younger sibling.

"You look good," Piper said, grinning. "Why have you still got those glasses?"

Paige grimaced. "I couldn't cope with the contact lenses, they felt like chunks of grit in my eyes all the time. I prefer these."

"You look like a librarian," Piper pointed out.

"I am a librarian," Paige replied, laughing along with her sister. "So, come on, tell me all about this man of yours! You never even wrote to say you were dating anyone!"

Piper looked to the door and then back to her sister. Mark wasn't around to stop her, and she just had to confide in someone. "That's because I wasn't dating. Paige, this isn't really what it looks like."

Paige frowned as Piper led her over to sit on the edge of the bed. Her frown continued to get worse as her sister told her what was really going on.

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Mark sat in his den with Glenn, his eyes occasionally darting to the door.

"Hey man, you look like you're getting nervous or something," Glenn said, raising his shaved eyebrows.

Mark shook his head. "I ain't nervous, but I'd bet you anything you like that Piper's sister is hearing about this whole...situation."

Glenn shrugged. "So? There's nothing she can do about it, is there?"

"I guess not, but still...listen, if she is anything at all like Piper then she's going to cause trouble. I think I might just have a little plan. You're free for a couple of months aren't you? No wrestling commitments for a while?"

Glenn shook his head. "No, no work for some time. I've been 'injured' remember? Why, what have you come up with now?"

Mark gave an evil grin and leaned forward, starting to outline his plan should they need to use it.

By the time he'd finished, Glenn was laughing. "You're kidding right? If anyone found out, I'd be arrested!"

"No-one will find out, and you get to pretend to be as evil as you like."

"Yeah, if I can keep up the act," Glenn mused.

"Come on, it isn't all an act is it? I know you better than that. And believe me, someone with a temper like Piper's would keep you angry for years!"

Glenn nodded. "Fair enough, I'll do it, if need be. Could prove to be diverting at that."

*******

The hours flew past and before she knew it, Piper was sitting in the back of an enormous posh car being driven to the chapel where the wedding was to take place. She fiddled nervously with her hair, her fingers stroking through the ringlets that had been put into it.

Brian Williams stared at his youngest daughter, amusement crinkling his eyes. "You look lovely," he said, pride shining from his eyes.

Piper looked across the seat at him and gave a wobbly smile. "Thanks Dad."

He frowned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...I'm fine, a little nervous, I'll be fine," she said, averting her eyes to her sister who was sitting on the other side of him. Paige gave Piper a look of sympathy, her lips tightening as she thought of what she'd like to do to Mark Calloway for putting Piper in this situation. But Piper had begged her not to say anything in case Mark followed through with his threats to their father. The whole thing left Paige feeling impotent. Not that she was a violent person in the first place, and some of the things she was picturing doing to her future brother-in-law even made her shudder, but she wished she was a man. A rich man, she corrected in her head. Then she could just use her money to buy her way out of this and punch him firmly in the jaw for an added bonus. For now, all she could do was sit back and watch as her sister went through with this travesty.

The car slowed as it drew up next to the pretty chapel, and Piper wondered how many people were inside. Mark had said they'd keep it small and quiet, and she was fairly grateful for that. The driver hopped out of the car and opened the back door, holding his hand out to help her out and she stood uncertainly looking up at the building, absently smoothing her dress down as Paige and her father got out behind her.

"All ready, sweetheart?" her father asked, holding his arm out for her.

Swallowing down the sudden fear that seized her, she put her hand on is arm and let him lead her into the chapel, her mind starting to blur everything for her.

Thirty minutes later she felt like she had blinked and then she was back in the car, only this time with Mark sitting next to her and not her father. Everything still felt incredibly surreal to her, and she turned her head to look out of the back window, seeing other cars following along behind.

There had been more people than she had expected at the wedding, a group of very large men on Mark's side and only her family on her side. As far as she could tell, Mark hadn't had any family there, just friends. She turned her eyes to him and saw he was staring at her intently, his eyes running down her figure in the pretty dress. "You look gorgeous," he told her, reaching out an arm and pulling her flush against him. He frowned when he felt her trembling next to him. "Are you alright, Piper?"

She gave a shaky snort and took a deep breath. "Fine."

"Really? You seem a little...nervous, to me," he said, tilting his head to one side to see her better.

"I'm not nervous," she said, narrowing her eyes as she looked at him. "I'm angry."

"Angry? What about?"

"What..? About marrying you!" she said, looking at him in astonishment. Jeez, he could be obtuse, even if it was deliberate.

"Don't be angry about it, darlin', be happy. You know how good I can make you feel in bed, and I'm ludicrously rich. As long as you behave yourself, you won't have one single thing to worry about," he said, giving her a grin that made her want to take his head off. "Especially your father," he added for effect, watching her freeze and then slump as she realised she had no choice but to obey him.

"Fine, just don't expect me to fall in love with you," she said bitterly, making him chuckle.

"Hell, darlin', I wouldn't want you to fall in love with me. If you did you'd probably lose all that vinegar I find so appealing, and we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Piper didn't bother saying anything, turning her head to stare out of the window as the car sped quickly back to his house where a small reception would be held. She just wished the day was completely over with, especially the night part of it. She hated the way she responded so easily to everything he did to her.

"Now, cheer up and let's see a genuine looking smile, sweetheart, we're back. I don't want my guests thinking you don't adore me, do I?" he told her, opening the door as soon as the car stopped and helping her out, keeping one arm firmly around her as they walked into the house and greeted their guests.

Piper left his side and went to her sister as soon as she was able, relieved that there was at least someone there who knew what was really going on. "Are you okay?" Paige asked her, giving her a quick hug.

"I'm fine. Trapped, but fine," Piper told her, giving her a wry smile.

"Who are all those men? They look scary," Paige said, gesturing to the group of men surrounding Mark and her father, all of them having a good time.

"I don't know, some of his friends apparently, I haven't met them. Well, I've met one of them. Glenn Jacobs, the one with no hair?"

"There are two with no hair...no, hang on...there are three," Paige pointed out. "Gosh, they're all really big, I wouldn't want to meet any of them alone in a dark alley!"

Piper laughed at that. "I don't think that'll ever happen! Besides, they could be really nice. Have you spoken to any of them?"

"No!" Paige said, shaking her head emphatically. "I honestly couldn't tell one of them apart from the other, I haven't gotten close enough to really see their faces. I don't really want to either."

"Can't say I blame you," Piper mused, stiffening slightly as she saw Mark leave the group and come over to them.

"I hope you enjoyed the wedding, Paige?" he asked her, smiling down at her as he pulled Piper against him.

Paige watched her sisters stiff reaction and glared up at him. "I would have enjoyed it far more if it hadn't been the result of blackmail!"

Mark raised one eyebrow. "Don't knock blackmail, my dear Paige, it can get you a lot of things you want."

"Which is totally unfair on the person actually being blackmailed! You make out you're such a straight and honest businessman...you disgust me!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing angrily.

"Then it's a good job I didn't marry you, isn't it?" he said, totally unperturbed by her attitude. "But before you start making a scene, just remember that I hold all the trump cards in this situation, and I'm sure you wouldn't want anything to happen to your father."

Paige glared up at him with even more fury. "You're despicable!"

"Maybe so," he agreed, nodding, "but you won't cause any more trouble, or you'll be very - very - sorry."

"I don't respond to threats, Mr Calloway, perhaps you'd do well to remember that!" she said, turning her eyes away from him to look at her sister. "I would go home, but I don't want to leave you here alone with him," she told her sister and Piper shook her head.

"It's okay. Maybe...maybe you could come back tomorrow?" she asked, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice.

"No need," Mark put in smoothly. "She's quite welcome to stay here for the night...or for however long she likes for that matter."

Paige was surprised at his offer and looked at him warily. "Why would you let me stay here?"

"Because I can keep an eye on you if you're under the same roof as your sister, that way there'll be less trouble for me," he told her, grinning cockily at her.

"I should have known it wouldn't be because you wanted Piper to be happy!"

"On the contrary, I do want Piper to be happy. The sex is far better that way," he said, staring at her blandly and then leaving the two of them alone, Paige staring after him open mouthed.

"God, how do you stop yourself from hitting him?" she gasped at her sister, feeling unaccustomed fury rippling through her.

"I don't," Piper said, grimacing. "It doesn't get me anywhere though, he's a lot bigger than me."

"He doesn't hit you?" she asked, shocked.

"No! No, he just...he...er, it's nothing. He doesn't hit me though, don't worry," Piper said, thinking of some of the ways he could teach her a lesson. Most had to do with sex, admittedly, and she couldn't tell her sister that. Paige was even more green than she was. She had been, she corrected. No one could call her innocent anymore, that was for sure. "Come on, lets have some champagne."

Paige let herself be drawn into another room where they could sit down and talk quietly, away from the noise of the men. No-one would miss them, not for a while.

Later that night a very tired Piper showed Paige to the room she would be staying in and she gave her a hug before she left her. "Piper, you will be okay, won't you?" she asked, her eyes big and worried.

Piper smiled. "I'll be fine, honestly. I'll see you in the morning, okay?"

Paige nodded and watched as her sister walked off down the corridor to her own bedroom, grimacing as she thought what it must be like sleeping with that man. She closed the door and prepared for bed, wondering if she'd sleep.

Piper walked into the bedroom she shared with Mark and found him already sitting on the bed, waiting for her. She closed the door, aware the whole time that he was staring at her with those crystal green eyes of his.

"Did you see Paige to bed okay?" he asked her, rising from the bed and moving slowly towards her.

She nodded and dropped her gaze, feeling strangely awkward now. "I...er..Mark, I'm really tired," she said quietly, hoping that maybe he'd leave her alone for one night. The fact that it was their wedding night made her think he wouldn't. And she was right.

"Then I'll make sure I do all the work," he murmured, bending to take her mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss, his fingers moving to the tiny pearl buttons at the back of her dress. "Mmm, I can't wait to see what you've got under here," he said, moving his lips down to her neck where her pulse was beating erratically.

Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as she remembered just what she did have on underneath, and she suddenly wished she had bought some sexy lingerie instead. But it was too late to do anything about it now and she looked down as Mark slowly pulled the dress away from her, not wanting to see his reaction.

Mark let the dress pool at her feet and stared at her partially clothed body in astonishment. She was wearing the most enormous bloomers he had ever seen and instead of the titillating corset he had expected, she was wearing some sort of big old strapless bra, very unbecoming. A smile tilted his lips when he thought of why she would wear such a thing, and then he chuckled, making her look up at him in surprise. "Very nice, darlin'. But if you thought I would find you less sexy wearing these hideous things, then you were dead wrong. Nothing could conceal these beautiful curves," he said, reaching out and running a hand over her breasts before cupping one in his warm palm. "However, I would like you to dress a little younger from now on." He didn't give her a chance to reply, swooping in to take her mouth again as he quickly divested her of the unattractive underthings and then picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and laying her gently down upon it. He drew back and caught her eyes, holding her hypnotised as he stood and started taking his own clothing off, revealing his body to her slowly.

Piper couldn't help but react, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips as she let her eyes run down his impressive physique. Mark saw the small movement and smiled. "Some day soon, sweetheart, I'm going to show you how to use that little tongue to please me. And you'll enjoy every second of it as well," he told her, moving back onto the bed, now naked.

He kissed her softly again and then framed her face in his big hands, brushing her hair back and studying her eyes. "You really are tired aren't you?" he said, smiling.

"It's okay, she said, completely abandoned to the fact that he was going to make love to her. She wanted it too, now.

Mark lifted off her and picked her up once more, pulling back the covers and then putting her down again before joining her. Piper found herself on her side with him spooning behind her, his mouth making sensual trails down her neck and shoulder. "Then like this, sweet Piper, slow and gentle tonight," he murmured, and she felt his hands brushing over her breasts as his hard flesh leapt to life behind her.

Piper arched back against him as he pinched her sensitive nipples, his mouth sucking insistently on her neck and making her moan. When he moved his hand further down and stroked between her legs, it was to find her already moist and wanting, and he smiled against her soft skin. "So ready for me, wife?" he whispered, making her blush. "I'm honoured."

He positioned her a little more and then let himself slip between her legs from behind, slowly entering her and revelling in every whimper she made as he filled her. He held himself in check and made slow, leisurely love to her, his movements not increasing even when she was pushing back to get more friction. Only when she was almost out of her head with the exquisite tension did he move faster, driving her towards an earth shattering orgasm that had him putting his hand over her mouth so no-one could hear the shrill cries she made. Shortly afterwards he spilled himself inside her and wrapped her up in an almost loving embrace, closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep just as she did the same. Just before she slipped into sleep, she squeezed his hand. "Thank you for bringing Paige here," she whispered. Mark smiled, his eyes remaining closed. "You're welcome darlin'."

***Yet another one over with. I know the sex bit was short....and I know you lot do like rudeness, but maybe in a later chapter hmm? I have so many other things to write about!***