SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 6
"For our marriage(s)"
Part 1
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia
Unfortunately for Carolina, her future husband was extremely talented in his kissing skills. So much, that when he released his firm grip on her wrists, it was instinctively that her hands found their way around his neck, in the thickness of his hair, while grabbing two hands full of his tangled blondish curls.
Klaus pushed his body on Carolina's, while slowly sliding his wandering hands on her waist, hips, lower back, before grabbing her bottom under her small moan of protestation, while kissing her passionately, in a mix of nibbling her wet lips and conquering her mouth with his tongue. The continuous sounds of her beating heart in his ears, melodious melody that reminded him of her delicious nectar running freely in her vein.
Klaus finally pushed himself away from their embrace, before passing the back of his right hand on his mouth, to erase any trace of Carolina's scent on his skin.
"Who needs frivolous feelings when we can have this sexual passion between us, Love?" He mockingly asked her. "At least something that we know that we'll be good at in our marriage, would you say?"
Carolina took several jerky breaths in her lungs, while raising a hand over her chest to calm herself down. She finally raised her head proudly to his sight, with tears filling her eyes, before storming out of the garage, while leaving Klaus behind with his tormented, demoniac soul as only companion.
You are cordially invited to the weddings' reception of:
Duke Elijah Mikaelson & Madam Katherine Pierce, Mikealson
And his sibling,
Duke Klaus Mikaelson and Madam Caroline Forbes, Mikealson
Carolina thought she could almost feel the almonds scones under her fingers while trying to grab one from the bottom of a glass jar placed on the kitchen counter. This was a top secret KGB mission. Nothing less but this superior league would work under the careful watch of Maria, the Kitchen Terminator of this manor. She finally grabbed one, with the tip of her fingers, while smirking and thinking that this assigned nickname was actually sticking to perfection to the skin of the English governess.
"May I be of some assistance, Miss Carolina?" Maria asked, in a neutral tone of voice, while silently sneaking in the kitchen, behind the young woman.
Carolina startled, while losing her grip on the scone, under a grunt of resignation, before turning to face the one and only: Kitchen Terminator.
"No, thank you." She replied, exasperated, while sweeping her hands on her jeans. "I was simply hungry and looking for a snack."
"I perfectly understand, Miss Carolina, but you most know that I am at your service at all times. It is not your duty but mine, to serve you. I'll prepare you a sandwich if you want?" Maria suggested, while approaching the fridge.
"No, I don't want a sandwich, I want an almonds scone." Carolina answered, while pointing a finger toward the jar and biting her bottom lip to not burst into anger in front of the severe English woman. "And I was capable of doing this task by myself."
"Very well, Miss Carolina, as you wish. But, it will be of my obligation to serve you." Maria replied, forced to obey, while opening a kitchen cabinet to take a small porcelain plate from one of the shelf. "Though, I believe that a consistent sandwich would be a better choice before getting ready for your wedding day, which could become quite exhausting and long."
"You hate me, don't you?" Carolina asked the governess, before crossing her arms in front of her chest, while stomping her bare right foot on the marble kitchen floor.
"I'm sorry, Miss Carolina?" Maria exclaimed, in shock, while turning on herself, a hand placed over her chest. "Could you explain to me what made you come to such horrible assumption? Was I not respectful to you?"
Carolina suddenly lost all her colors, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat. If she was perfectly honest with herself, all the nervousness of today had very little if not at all to do with Maria.
"No." She replied shyly, while blushing.
"Did I miss my governess obligations toward you, Miss Carolina?" Maria asked some more.
"No, no, and no." Caroline replied, this time more firmly. "It's this thing you do with your nose. You frown and you look at me like I don't know what I'm doing or talking about, and then you use that … That … You know that timber of voice, which sounds like a school teacher."
Maria smiled, before lowering her head to hide her amusement, while crossing her hands in front of her chest.
"And now, you are obviously laughing at me." She added to the help.
"No, I'm not. Please accept my deepest apologies for … My timber of voice, Miss Carolina." Maria apologized, while raising her sight. "Unfortunately, my child, this timber of voice is called the English accent. It is most of time, pompous, pretentious, and inappropriate, but I have it since childhood and I don't think I'll be able to get rid of it."
"Oh…" Carolina replied, while sliding her hands in her back jeans pockets. "Right, so it's the way you spoke in general, not only to me, then?"
"It's the polite way that I was raised by my parents and at school to address myself to people in general, and my superiors at work, Miss Carolina." Maria nodded.
"I'm sorry; I made a fool of myself." Carolina replied, while shaking her head. "I have no right to attack you this way."
"On the contrary, Miss Carolina, I thank you for bringing your discomfort to my attention." Maria replied, before pushing toward Caroine, the small porcelain plate with two almonds scones placed on it.
"Thank you." Carolina smiled, while grabbing one of the scones, before biting full teeth into it.
"I'm thinking that, perhaps, the nervousness of the day is taking the best of your strength?" Maria asked, with one raised eyebrow.
Carolina shrugged her shoulders, while avoiding looking at the governess in the eyes.
"I don't know how … I don't know how to think or how to act, today?" She finally admitted. "I've never been married before. My sister is trying to guide me, but she never been married either."
"I see." Maria replied, while tilting her head. "Maybe you don't need to think or act; maybe you just need to enjoy yourself, while taking time to know your future husband."
"Maybe…" She replied the governess, while shrugging her shoulders some more, before raising her sight in Maria's. "What kind of men are they? I mean… How do you portray them in your head?"
"I'm in a very delicate position to answer this question." Maria replied, while sighing.
"Never mind, then." Carolina said, while shaking her head. "You're right."
"But, I believe because of the lack of a motherly presence by your side today, you deserve at least an answer." Maria replied, while seeing a smile bless Carolina's lips. "They are both respectful men, with much righteousness and strength inside of them. Mister Elijah is more old fashion, in opposite, Mister Klaus is more of a free spirit. They both have something in common, though, a high appreciation for family, and they are usually respectful to their staff members."
"Thank you." Carolina murmured, appreciatively.
"You're welcome, Miss Carolina." Maria replied, while turning on herself before opening a drawer and grabbing a small gift box from its inside. "Please accept this small gift as a good luck charm for your wedding day, my child."
"It's for me?" Carolina exclaimed, in surprise, before grabbing the box and pulling on the yellow ribbon to open it.
"It's a blue handkerchief with your maiden initials "C" and "P" woven on it." Maria explained.
"It's quite beautiful." Carolina replied, while pulling the handkerchief out of the box, with tears filling her eyes. "Thank you." She murmured, while nodding her head to the governess.
"You're quite welcome." Maria replied, smiling.
Carolina walked toward the kitchen swinging doors, holding immobile for a few seconds, her right hand placed on one of the panel, before turning her sight toward Maria.
"Your accent is not that bad after all, I could get used to it." She teased the governess.
"Well, it's certainly good news for me to hear, Miss Carolina." Maria smiled in return. "And, if I may… Miss Carolina?"
"Yes?" Carolina answered, while pushing the door, before taking a last glimpse at the governess.
"Don't forget to wear some shoes today." Maria mocked.
Katerina posed in front of the length mirror, one hand firmly placed on the right side of her waist crucible while twisting her head and torso to take a look at the back of her wedding dress: a long row of delicate pearl-buttons over a long train made in the most exquisite fabric of Italian satin.
This extravagant purchase on this single article, and expensive splurge on herself had cost her future husband: eight thousand pounds, and just repeating this amount of money in her head was enough to make it spine. Strange enough, Elijah had stayed stoic and emotionless in front of the global amount of money she had spent in one single day of shopping in central London.
A discreet cough made her turn on herself before facing Maria, the governess, who was standing on the threshold of the walk-in closet, with her hands crossed in front of her chest.
"Can I be or service, Madam, before taking an hour off my working time to get ready for yours, and your sister's weddings?" She politely asked the young woman, while nodding her head in respect.
"Would it be too much to ask you to help me? I think one of the buttons in the back of my dress is unattached?"Katerina asked the governess, as a favor.
"Of course not, I'll certainly help you with that task, Madam." Maria answered, politely, while approaching Katerina's position in front of the mirror, before attaching the said delicate button. "You are very beautiful, and the dress is quite exquisite." She added, while addressing a smile to Katerina, in the mirror.
"You think? Thank you." Katerina replied, shyly. "The dress is maybe a bit much to wear for the town hall?"
"I'm not the one to judge." Maria replied, before adding. "But, it's your wedding day after all, Madam, how can it be too much in this special occasion?"
"I'm not used to this opulence." She tried to explain, while shrugging her shoulders, before passing her hands nervously on the silk fabric of her dress. "But I fell in love with the fabric; it's so soft on my skin."
"I'm certain that Mister Mikaelson was more than happy to offer you this luxury. He's a very strict, wealthy man, but also a kind one." Maria added, before handing a small gift box to Katerina.
"What is this?" Katerina asked, surprised, while grabbing the small box from Maria's hands.
"Nothing really fancy, Madam, it's a simple token of my gratitude for inviting me to your wedding." Maria explained, while crossing her arms behind her back.
"You should address this to my fiance." Katerina stated, before blushing at her own saying. Naming Elijah her fiance seemed unreal even as of today, their wedding day. "I mean it should be Mister Mikaelson that you should thank, not me."
"It's in good form and respect to offer my best wishes to the future bride. I did, of course, present the same gift to your sister." Maria added as an explanation for her action.
Katerina glanced at Maria before pulling the yellow ribbon and opening the gift box. Inside, a beautiful, lace, blue handkerchief, woven with her first and last name initials: "K" and "P."
"It's beautiful." Katerina exclaimed, tears filling her eyes, while taking the delicate handkerchief out of the box.
"Well, I'm grateful that you are pleased with this small gesture, Madam. I thought that something blue, old and borrowed could certainly bring you good luck on your wedding day, your dress being the new, of course. And the woven initials would be a souvenir of your life as a celibate woman. " Maria explained, while regaining her formal self.
"Thank you … Old? I don't want to take something from your hands that is a family heirloom or something?" Katerina replied, while shaking her head, before folding the handkerchief back into the box and handing it to the governess. "I know how precious those souvenirs are."
"No, please, Madam, I can assure you there is more from where this one came from." She replied to Katerina, while closing both of her hands on hers.
"Thank you, then…I'll have it on me today." She replied, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat. Even if the Mikaelson's governess had always acted in a very strict, English kind of old fashion way, she had always been very respectful to Katerina and her sister since their arrival.
"If I can't be of any service, I will leave you now, Madam. I wish you a lot of happiness on your wedding day." Maria announced, formally, while nodding her head in respect, before turning on her heels to leave the walk-in closet. She suddenly stopped her walking path, before lowering her sight on the carpet, with a smile twisting the corners of her lips. "Beautiful shoes, Madam." She added, while looking at the white, exquisite, wedding shoes.
"You think?" Katerina said, proudly. "They told me at the boutique that these shoes were Lou…Lou something… It's a well-known designer?"Katerina mumbled, before shaking her head, and biting her bottom lip, while not remembering the correct appellation.
"Louboutin shoes, Madam. It's a prestigious, well known, worldwide luxury designer shoe. You can recognize the mark trend by the red sole underneath." Maria explained, to the young Russian woman, with a hint of amusement in the voice.
"Well…They are certainly costing a fortune to my future husband." Katerina added, smirking, while shrugging her shoulders.
"Well it is a luxury that I would certainly grant myself one day, if I could." Maria replied, with a discreet wink.
"They are four inches tall." She replied, proudly to the governess.
"I see." Maria nodded, while trying to hold her laughter. "Well, do not worry too much about the height of the shoes, Madam; I think your future husband will still be an inch taller than you." She added, before leaving Katerina speechless and motionless in the middle of the walk-in closet.
Damn! She should have gone for the five inches style…
"What is this?" Katerina exclaimed in anger, while bursting into Elijah's study room, in a slam noise of the door, holding in one hand an invitation card and the skirts of her wedding dress with the other.
"I wish you a good day too, Katerina." Elijah replied, while keeping his sight fixated on an open file placed on his desktop. "It's our wedding day, hopefully you did not forget?" He added, while raising his sight, before startling at the angelic vision that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
"You don't say?" She replied, slyly, while fuming with rage, both of her closed fists firmly placed on each side of her waist.
Elijah slowly rise on his legs, before taking slow, calculated steps to reach his fiancée standing position. A few buttons of his man shirt opened on his muscular chest, the sleeves rolled on his forearms, with his hands firmly placed inside his trousers' front pockets.
"You look beautiful." He whispered, while sliding his appreciative sight on her wedding dress. "You're breathtaking actually, a real vision." He added, truthfully, while raising his right hand to slowly caress the softness of her left cheek.
She closed her eyes for a few second, while feeling a range of delightful shivers hitting her spine, before feeling his breath caressing her right earlobe, his head suddenly so close of hers.
"Katerina…" He said, while rolling the "R" on his tongue, in a velvety whispered sound, before sliding a strand of her hair behind her left ear. "You must know that it is said bad luck for the fiance to see his future bride in her wedding dress?"
Her eyelids slowly opened, before losing her sight in Elijah's, under the strong effect of his presence near her trembling body.
"You're trembling, are you cold?" He asked, in a worried tone of voice, before stroking the lengths of her bare arms with his opened palms, helping her blood recirculate in her body.
"I'm fine!" She replied, before backing away from him with the right heel of her shoe stuck in the carpet. She would have lost her balance in the process, if not for Elijah's quickness of mind to bring her against his chest, both of his hands firmly placed on each side of her waist.
"Are you ok?" He murmured, his head leaning on hers.
"Yes." She mumbled, between her teeth. "I'm ok."
"Nice shoes." He added, smirking, while lowering his head to take a quick glimpse at the Louboutins. "Be careful walking with these shoes, you could injure your ankles one day if you keep wearing high heels. Is it really worth it, Katerina, to reach my height?" He mocked, implying that he perfectly knew the reason of her stubbornness on the subject.
"Yes!" She replied, firmly. "And, I know how to walk in high heels shoes, thank you for your concerns, Elijah." She added, angrily, before backing away for the second time. "As for bad luck on our wedding day, this should certainly suffice." She busted, while throwing the invitation card in his face.
Elijah glanced at her for a few seconds, before sighing loudly and bending his upper body to grab the card which had felt on the carpet.
"What? You don't like the coloring of the paper? Pink would have pleased you better I suppose?" He replied, sharply, while turning on his heels and walking to take his sitting position back at his desk.
"You promised equality, respect, and truthfulness in this arranged marriage, are you really the man of honor you told me you were? Or was it only a beautiful speech presented to what you thought in your head was a stupid girl?" Katerina asked, while gesturing with her hands and arms.
"Hot tempered, stubborn, a volcano in irruption, that you certainly are, but stupid, I've never thought even for a second that you were. As for my reputation, I am known to mankind to be a man of honor, yes." He reaffirmed. "What is this tantrum really about, Katerina?" He asked, firmly.
"бог!" God, she swore in Russian, while grabbing her hair with both hands. "And you have the audacity to ask me, when you perfectly know what this is all about." She replied to him.
"You know that swearing in Russian will not ease your mood." He noticed, while shaking his head. "As for the reason of your… indisposition, I have a good idea, yes." He replied, while narrowing his sight on her.
"Well, perfect then, Duke Mikaelson!" She exclaimed, while walking to reach the front edge of the desk, while standing in near proximity of his sitting one. "So, I'll go change into something more casual than this wedding dress that I am wearing, to present myself at your wedding with…What was the name on the invitation card?" She asked, while grabbing the card thrown on his desktop. "Oh yes: Miss Katherine Pierce, because this woman is certainly not me!" She yelled, while bending her upper body over Elijah's desk, each of her opened palms placed on each side of her body, directly on the desk top.
Elijah kept his fiery eyes in hers, before sensually lowering his sight on her bare shoulders, lower on the silkiness of her neckline skin, before ending his descent on the roundness of her breasts, a smile of appreciation twisting the sides of his lips.
She blushed, before strengthening her upper body, and crossing her arms in front of her chest, as a protection mechanism.
"I've told you before, Katerina, this is a legal arrangement between us, with multiple clauses." He explained, while rising on his legs. "Yes, you're entitled to a lot of freedom in our marriage, but certain crucial decisions that I'll make regarding our mutual agreement are not of your concerns." He added, while pointing a finger at her.
"My own name is not of my concern?" She busted at him. "Since when did you reach that conclusion? I'm proud of my Russian origins, Elijah, and I won't let you dictate so easily who I should be. I'll prepare my luggage; we'll go back to Russia, the sooner will be the better." She added, before raising the skirts of her wedding dress, turning on her heels, with the obvious intention of leaving Elijah's office.
He grabbed Katerina by her right wrist, while pulling her forcefully near his chest, before holding her prisoner with both of her arms crossed behind her back, his face leaning at a near inch of hers.
"Instead of being moody, we could instead practice the kiss after our "I do"?" He tried to mock to relax the atmosphere between them.
"Let me go, and in the meantime go kiss your new fiancee Katherine!" She replied, angrily.
"Stop acting so foolishly, you're going nowhere, woman." He replied, at a near inch of her face. "Before the day is over you'll be "my wife"! Is this clear to you?" He ordered her.
"Oh, yes, and who's saying so?" Katerina replied, while raising her chin, as a confrontational gesture.
"Me…I said so! Therefore, enter this information in your tick skull and stubborn head of yours." He warned her. "You and your sister will change your names for security purposes. We are powerful men, in this world, Katerina, and with this responsibly come its load of enemies. I don't want any of those enemies to figure out your origins or that Carolina is your sister. And I certainly don't want them to harm you in the future."
"You were able to certainly figure out my past and the one of my sister, what's making you think that your enemies are not as intelligent as you are?" She lashed out more, while raising one of her eyebrow at him.
"Touché, my dear" He smirked, while sliding his appreciate sight on her. "See, you're not stupid, Katerina." He added, while raising one eyebrow of his own. "Except for thinking that one of my enemies could win any battle over me."
"Well, a girl can only dream. Now, let go of me!" She yelled, while squirming to free herself away from his imprisonment, but without reaching such luck."
"Are you listening to me, woman?" He yelled, himself, while grabbing both of her shoulders, making Katerina suddenly startled with fear.
"Yes." She finally responded, breathless, her eyes lost in his.
"Good!" He approved. "These new given names could never erase your origins or make you something that you are not, don't you put that silliness in your head. This technicality had the only purpose to protect both you and your sister. Do you understand what I am explaining to you, Katerina?" He demanded again.
"Yes." She replied, for the second time. "I'm not stupid."
"Good!" He repeated, before slowly releasing his grip on her shoulders, before walking toward the opposite side of the desk. "I'll go change in a short while; we'll see each other again at the town hall, where both the formalities of the name change and our marriage will take place."
Katerina frowned, while abruptly turning on her heels, before walking toward the French doors of her fiance's office. The sooner she'll be out of Elijah's study room, the sooner she'll be able to let go of the contained rage inside of her. Damn this man and his superiority!
"Katerina?" He called the name, making her held her pace, while staying motionless in front of the doors, with her right hand placed on the handle.
"Shouldn't you say Katherine instead, Elijah?" She asked, tit for tat, without turning her head to look at him.
"You'll always be Katerina to me … Now and forever." He added, with a timid smile.
Carolina placed the several skirts of her wedding dress on her bare, long legs, before raising her sight and suddenly startling at Klaus's reflection in the full length mirror.
"Snooping on people is one of your things I suppose?" Carolina asked, while raising her chin in a confrontational gesture.
"You're not people to me, Love; you're soon to be my better half." He replied sarcastically, while smirking and crossing his arms in front of his chest before leaning the right side of his body on the arch door of the walk-in closet.
He was, himself, already dressed, while wearing an impeccable three pieces man suit, with only his silk tie undone around his neck.
"I'll be the better half of you? Mm…" She repeated, mockingly, while raising an eyebrow. "That is certainly an ascertainment that I can believe." She added, while passing her hands on the silk fabric of her expensive wedding dress.
"You tongue is moving at the speed of your mind, sweetheart, I was not asking for less on our wedding day." He mocked, while sliding his fiery sight on her body.
"I want to keep you entertained; I don't want us to become an old couple before our time, Klaus." She replied, slyly, while narrowing her sight in Klaus's.
"Touché, my dear Carolina." Klaus responded, amused, before lowering his head and busting into loud laughter. "You're already lighting up my day." He added, while taking a few walking steps to reach her standing position, before placing himself in her back and lowering his head in the hollow of her left shoulder, slowly raising his mouth near her earlobe before murmuring. "I can only imagine what you'll do to brighten up our wedding night?"
Carolina startled, before raising her chin and holding her gaze in Klaus's.
"Isn't it said that only an experienced lover can bring a woman to flourish in her sensuality?" She replied, tit for tat.
"Do you doubt that fact about me, Love?" He smirked, while passing the tip of his fingers in the hollows of her bare shoulders.
"Big talk, no action… Most of the men are actually like that." She replied, while shrugging her shoulders, under a range of jerky breaths. If only he could stop touching her skin that way …
"Are you asking me to prove you how competent I am in that area of expertise, Carolina?" He whispered, amused, his lips near her ear, while slowly nibbling on her earlobe. "Aren't you afraid of arriving very late to your own weeding? I don't do quickies. It's not the way I operate. I like to make the woman beg for more."
"No! … I, I'm not! I'm just noticing that you seem quite sure of yourself and your abilities to seduce a woman that is not, even, in love with you." She replied, while blushing, before adding. "If you could leave me alone now, please, I need to get ready."
"Oh but, Love, you don't get a man worked up with sex talk, only to let him down, after." He protested, smirking, sliding his hands on her hips, before bringing her shaking body on his muscular chest, while encircling her tiny waist with his hands and arms, his lips slowly sliding on the silkiness of her neck.
"Let me go, I need to get ready, Klaus." She pleaded, breathless, while trying to untie his hands, firmly placed on her waist, but without succeeding.
"Getting ready? You're already wearing your wedding dress." He mocked. "If not for the exception of the missing shoes… like always, Cinderella."
"Don't you know that it is considered bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" She tried to argue some more, without believing one single word of her own say.
"That is a bowl of crap, Love! You're like me; you don't believe one word of this nonsense." He murmured, while softly biting the tender base of her neck. "Plus, I look more forward of seeing you undressed…I would gladly marry you naked." He mocked, smirking.
"What makes you think that I am ready? I'm, barely, trying to get to know the stranger that you are to me, Klaus. Why would I be in a hurry to jump into bed with you?" She tried to battle her feelings and her way out of this dangerous situation, while feeling his hands slide downward, on the length of her legs, in top of her silk skirt, before reaching the hem of the wedding dress.
He raised her many skirts on her legs, with extreme dexterity, while touching the bare skin of her thighs just above the lace suspenders, before sliding the zipper of her dress down in her back … Slowly, sensually, erotically, the tip of his fingers sliding on the silkiest part of her body, like a musician on the strings of his instrument.
Damn this man and his extreme "Savoir faire"! Carolina lowered her head on his chest, while closing her eyes, mouth opened, with pleasurable moaning sounds suddenly caressing her sudden luscious lips.
"What makes me think that you're ready to be in my bed?" He whispered, while teasing her, before sliding his right hand under her dress to cup one of her breasts. "The beatings of your heart are always rising dangerously when I am near you, your lips become fuller… You always bite your bottom one, in a secret code for me to kiss you." He murmured more, while suddenly turning her body around to face him, raising Carolina in his arms, his hands firmly placed under her bottom, before pushing her body on the walk-in mirror placed behind them.
"Klaus we can't!" She murmured, breathless, while grabbing two hands full of his golden hair, his lips now devouring every inch of skin on her neckline, down on the curves of her breasts.
"You have avoided me all week, since the last time we've kissed in the garage, why, Carolina?" He mumbled, almost incoherently, while raising his fiery eyes in her gaze, before lowering his lips and softly nibbling on her bottom length.
"I'm scare of you." She replied; with her trembling lips murmuring the words in top of Klaus's.
"Are you scared of me or are you more scared of yourself? Afraid of the woman you could become in my arms, in my bed, while becoming my wife, Love?" He asked, sensually, while passing his thumb on the length of her bottom lips. "I have so much to teach you…"
"Put me down, please?" She begged him, her chest heaving under her jerky breaths.
Klaus lowered her shaking legs on the carpet, before placing his hands on her waist to help Carolina keep her balance.
"Are you able to stand?" He asked, half serious, half teasing.
"Yes." She replied, proudly. "Of course I am able to stand." She added, while pulling her wedding dress on her chest, before facing the mirror, her hands in her hair.
What she saw in that said mirror took her by surprise: her tangled sex hair, her swollen lips, her burning eyes, her pink cheeks. She shook her head, while taking deep breaths. This sensual encounter didn't mean anything… It was just a sudden weakness of her part.
"Could you … "She started. "Could you zip me up, please?"
Klaus oblige to her request, while smirking at her blushing reflection in the mirror.
"What man would care about a feeling as frivolous as "love" when he can have a woman who obviously desires him as much as he desires her?" He murmured near her left ear, a satisfied smile plastered on his lips.
She slowly turned on herself, before drowning her sight in his.
"A man that doesn't seem to even know what "love" even means." She replied, slyly.
Klaus lost his mile in a fraction of second, while sighing loudly, his sight narrowed on her, before closing his fists in anger.
He suddenly turned on himself, while lowering his upper body to grab her wedding shoes left on the carpet, before handing the pair to Carolina.
"Don't forget to put your shoes." He simply said, toneless, while avoiding her sight. "I'll wait for you downstairs." He added, before walking out of the walk-in closet, leaving Carolina alone and breathless.
Katherina rushed into the parlor room, while raising the skirts of her wedding dress in her hands. She reached the bar console, before lowering her head, closing her eyes and sighing loudly, while trying to catch her breath. She grabbed one of the Vodka bottles, before pouring herself a full glass and drinking its content in one single gulp, coughing a second later under the strong effect of the alcohol in her throat.
"Drunk, already, even before marrying Elijah?" She heard a male voice addressed to her. "My bad, I always thought that the drunkenness part only came after years of marriage?"
Katerina startled hard, before turning on herself, one hand placed over her chest.
"I'm sorry…." She mumbled, while shaking her head, her right hand placed on her forehead. "I did not see you sitting there."
"I've noticed, my dear." A middle age man responded, before rising on his legs from his sitting position in one of leather armchairs. "So, you are Miss Katerina Petrova … Russian girl, or should I say, private Russian escort?" The man added, with a pernicious smile, while approaching Katerina's standing position. He had the same demeanor and gentleman manners than Elijah, but his sight was colder and his all aura, much darker.
"Who are you?" She asked, while losing all coloring in her cheeks.
"He always had this obsession for brunettes. He was in love before with a woman that could have been the spitting image of you, my dear, Tatia was her name." The man continued explaining, while raising a hand to caress her left cheek.
Katerina took a few steps back while avoiding his hand.
"Playing hard to get, as I can see, Katerina? That is probably what drew him to you." He said, smirking. "Maybe, after he is done with you, I could require your escort services?" He added, perniciously.
"Or I could grab you by the scruff of your bones, pull your poisoned heart out of your chest, and leave you in the cold for the wolves to finish your carcass." They both heard Elijah addressed the man, while entering the parlour room. "What are you doing here, father?" Elijah asked, under the speechless expression of Katerina.
Thank you for reading this chapter my faithful readers; it was certainly a joy to enter the wedding part of this story.
As I mentioned often, you need to be patient with the updates. I'm running three (3) fictions at the same time, and in-between personal life, family and day to day tasks, I can't write each day. And sometimes, the inspiration is not with us, writers. Thanks for your comprehension, guys.
Till the next update, take care and… Love you all,
Lovely Vero
Answers to anonymous reviews:
Courtney: Thanks for your kind appreciation of this story sweetie … Here is the sixth chapter! I hope you will enjoy it a lot.
Guest: Thank you for your nice review, sweetie. Oh don't worry … Klaus will figure out she is a virgin alright … Just wait for the wedding night.
Guest2: Thanks for appreciating both couples in this story. Yes, Klaus will figure out a lot of things about Carolina…Just wait and see.
Ilovetvd: LOL … You know, sweetie, I know you love my fictions, so I won't take personally that you hate Klaus jerkiness in this one … LOL …. Thanks, as always for the review.
Justine the star! : Ne me dis surtout pas que je ne fais pas d'effort pour t'annoncer? LOL… Alors là ma chérie … La lune de miel … Elle aura autant de moments drôle, que de moments embarrassants, laisse-moi te dire cela. Merci pour ta présence chérie!