The wedding plans were coming along nicely, Zoe thought. She knew she wasn't in love with Matt but the prospect of a white wedding and a family was something that Nick Jordan wasn't willing to offer. Matt was paying for everything, she had tried to argue and pay for half, she wouldn't feel as bad then if she called it off but he had insisted; the perfect gentleman.
Her dress wasn't quite white, nothing to do with the symbolism but she supposed it was fitting. It was an ivory colour, much more fitting with her skin tone and clung to her curves perfectly. She had booked the manor house and the cars. Everything was perfect, apart from the man who she'd be walking down the aisle to.
The date was edging ever closer and as Zoe noted on her latest fitting the dress was getting ever tighter. Three weeks till the big day and Zoe was struggling to stay away from Nick, she felt Ill constantly, a niggling nausea that her affair would be rumbled and she would never make it down the aisle. They were meeting up constantly, in his office, at his flat, at hers, in the store cupboard – anywhere they could. Zoe knew it was wrong, but she could not stay away from Nick Jordan.
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Zoe sat on the side of the bath, her stomach in knots as she watched the minutes tick by on her watch; she hadn't moved in with Matt yet and was thankful of the peace this allowed her at times like this. Nick was coming around soon, it didn't even seem to bother him that they were having an affair. She thought of the last time he had came around, before he left for London, she hadn't seen him all week;
He had her pushed against the wall and he was barely over the threshold, his hands running along her body and his mouth toying with hers. He picked her up like she weighed nothing, carrying her up to her bedroom, laying her down and kissing along her body. His hands trailed up her legs, then his lips – his tongue probing and teasing her – she arched her back, moaning his name. There really was no one better.
She looked back at her watch and took a deep breath, it was time. Flipping the white stick over her hands she choked;
Pregna nt.