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SWEET KISSES FROM RUSSIA
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 7
"For our marriage(s)"
Part 2
Previously on Sweet Kisses from Russia
(…)
"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 brunette. 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, while raising a hand to caress her left cheek.
Katerina took a few steps back while avoiding the man's 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 parlor room. "What are you doing here, father?" Elijah asked, under the speechless expression of Katerina.
"Well, how can one father not present himself and his good wishes to the future bride at the marriage of his eldest son?" Mikael replied, while burying both hands in his trousers' pockets, his sight drown in the one of Elijah.
"You weren't invited, father, and you are not wanted in these walls either." Elijah mumbled, angrily, between his teeth. "I'm asking you to leave." He ordered him.
"Are you ready for such commitment as the one of marriage, my dear, with a controlling and ordering man like my son?" Mikael asked Katerina, while turning his sight toward the young woman. "Though, I suppose a large amount of money came as compensation for your services, or am I mistaken?" He demanded. "But, then again, you must be very experimented in bed with your background as a private escort, for my son to even think of marrying such a low class woman, such as yourself; no disrespect intended, we all do what we have to do to survive in this miserable life."
"That's enough!" Elijah yelled. "You'll respect Katerina, under my roof, or you'll leave. Don't make me use force to get you out of my house, father."
Mikael disregard Elijah words while taking a few additional steps to place himself in front of Katerina, his eyes in search of finding the deepness of her soul.
"Poor Russian girl, you have no idea what future is awaiting you. You don't know all the deep, dark secrets that your fiancé is forbidding you to see; you have no idea that one day your mortal life will spiral into your own descent in hell, by his hands." He explained, a devious smile blessing his lips.
Katerina raised her teary eyes in the ones of the villain man who stood immobile in front of her sight, soon to be called her father-in-law, her mind suddenly in a deep blur of this strange and disrespectful encounter. She felt dirty in the worst ways possible, all of a sudden, and terribly sick in the depths of her stomach.
"If you would excuse-me…" She managed to mumble, while dragging her shoes and unbalanced path toward the french doors of the parlor room, before passing by Elijah's standing position.
He forcefully grabbed her right forearm, before slowly sliding his hand on the length of her bare skin, on her delicate wrist, interlacing his fingers with hers a second later.
"My wife stays by my side, Katerina, as I'll stay by her side." He said, while drowning his sight in hers. "I want you out of this house; Mikael, this will be the last time I'll order you to leave." Elijah repeated, before turning his cold glance toward his father.
"Very well, I'll oblige this time, Elijah." He agreed, smirking, while pulling on his blazer's sleeves, before adding. "By the way, my dear, if you think that my legitimate son will become your worst nightmare, you should seriously think about your own sister, which future will be gloomier in so many more ways than yours, considering that she is marrying the bastard of my wife' wombs, or if you prefer to call him: the beast." He added, before nodding his head, and greeting her. "Until our next…Encounter, my dear."
His footsteps echoed on the marble floor, before completely leaving the space of her troubled mind.
"Let me go." She mumbled the words, while pulling on Elijah's firm grip on her hand. "Let me go!" She yelled this time around, while hitting his chest with her left fist.
"Katerina, you need to calm down!" He ordered her, while grabbing both of her wrists, before pushing them both toward the wall behind her back. "Do not listen to my father; he is a twisted, sick man with a dark past."
"No, no, no … I want to leave … I made a mistake, where's my sister?" She yelled, incoherently, tears rolling freely on her cheeks.
"Katerina, look at me, look into my eyes." Elijah demanded, while grabbing her chin in his hand to force her to stare into the deepness of his soul. "That is what he wanted for you to feel, he wanted for the strong foundation under your feet to move, don't let him succeed."
"I want out of the deal." She begged, breathless, her mascara running under her eyes. "Let me leave with my sister."
"And you will go back to what, Katerina, a life of misery? I thought you wanted more for your sister, and deep down for yourself?" Elijah asked her, more troubled that he would admit to himself at the thought of seeing this woman, his future promised wife, disappear from his life. "Don't cry…Please don't cry." He begged, while passing the back of his hands on her wet cheeks. "I can't bear the thought of seeing you cry in front of my sight, woman."
"Why does it matter to you, if I cry or not, was it forbidden in the contract?" She asked, slyly, while raising her swollen eyes into his, tears continuously rolling on her face, her trembling lips murmuring the words. "Call the agency, they … They'll send you two other women to marry."
"I don't want another woman; my mind is set on you." He replied, in an ordering voice.
"I'll find a way to reimburse every dime that I owe you, I swear." She added.
"How will you reimburse the cost of an eight thousands pounds wedding dress, by sleeping with more men that you could handle, Katerina?" Elijah asked, offensive.
"You're a bastard!" She managed to whispered, while closing her fists in anger. "Well, thank you for confirming that you really are your father's son, Duke Mikaelson." She replied, while raising her face streaming with tears.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…Forgive me…" He whispered, while shaking his head in disbelief of his own say to her, ricochet effect of his father presence. He lowered his forehead on hers, his hands letting go of her wrists, slowly rising on her bare, silky arms, on the roundness of her shoulders, before caressing their crucible, creating a range of intense shivers in her spine. "Stay, Katerina … Please stay…" He begged in a low murmur.
"Why?" She asked, while raising her trembling eyelashes in his stare.
"Because …" He whispered, while sliding the tip of his fingers on her trembling lips. "I want you to stay, isn't it enough of a reason, woman?" He added, while lowering his head near hers. "I want you to become my wife. And I don't need a piece of paper or my father to justify or deny what I already know."
"And what is it that you know?" She asked, breathless, with the sound of her rising heartbeats in her ears.
"That you're mine." He confessed, his fingers playing with a strand of Katerina's hair. "And you'll never again belong to another man than me."
"Well, you bought me after all. Isn't it the best way to own something or someone?" She murmured the words on her trembling lips, her stare lost in Elijah's, her chest rising under her jerky breaths.
"Perhaps, Katerina, or perhaps there is something more between us, that we are not ready to face." He replied, his lips slowly capturing hers under her sudden moan of surprise, while sliding his hands around her tiny waist to bring her in full contact with his muscular chest.
Elijah sensually raised both of his hands on the nakedness of her back, his right now firmly placed at the base of her neck, while deepening the intensity of their exchanged kiss with his tongue invading the warmth of her mouth, before joining hers in an intense twirling of intense sensual sensations.
Katerina felt her head spinning under his sensual assault, grasping for air under his demanding mouth, before slowly raising her hands on his jacket, while grabbing each side to hold her equilibrium on her shaking legs.
He detached his mouth of her trembling lips, under her panting breaths, before taking a step away from her standing position, while still keeping a firm grip on her with both of his hands placed on each side of her hips.
"I'm sorry; Katerina. The kiss was not planned or intended to prove my superiority over you. I did not lie when I've previously said to you that I wanted for us to be equal in this marriage." Elijah explained, while sighing loudly.
"What was it intended for then?" She relied, while catching her breath and raising her sight in his.
"It was meant to satisfy my sudden need to kiss your lips." He replied, smiling. "They are a real temptation when you look at them." He added, while passing the tip of his right thumb on her bottom lip, before slowly bending his head near hers, his right hand sliding on her neckline before grabbing the back of her neck to bring Katerina in a nearer proximity, his lips touching her right earlobe in an almost unperceived caress. "But they are even more of a temptation after having kissing them."
She closed her eyes, breathless, while almost losing her balance, completely lost in his seductive spell. If she was not more careful, this powerful man would control her in no time, and she could not allow this to happen. She had promised herself all of her life, that not a single man would ever have this power over her.
"Be careful." He murmured, while encircling her waist to help Katerina keep her balance. "You could easily fell." He added with his sight lost in hers. "See you may need me after all, as your husband, if only to catch you." He mocked.
"It's the shoes." She replied, lying through her teeth, and mostly disturbed by his arrogance, before stepping away from Elijah. "I just lost my balance for a quick moment."
"Of course, it is the shoes, Katerina." He responded, smirking. "I would not have the pretension of thinking that it could be my kisses that are making your head turn and lose your balance." He mocked some more, before turning on himself, his hands buried in his pants' pockets.
"I've kissed men before, Elijah." She replied, slyly, while raising her chin, and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "You are far from being the first one."
"Yes, I believe that, Katerina, but none of them were me, were they?" He replied, while turning on himself to face her. "Nevertheless, I can assure you that this close proximity won't happen again in a near future. I've promised that I would give you time, and I'll keep my promise to you."
Katerina startled at his say, while blushing, before turning her head at the discreet coughing of Maria, who had just entered the parlor room.
"Yes, Maria?" Elijah asked, while raising his head toward the governess.
"I'm so sorry to disturb you, Mister Mikaelson, Madam, but I was wondering if I could be of assistance before leaving for your wedding?" Maria replied, while nodding her head in respect.
"Katerina had a … She had a moment, would you be so kind to accompany my fiancée to her suite, she'll need to powder her noise before the wedding?" Elijah replied, while keeping his sight drown in the one of his future wife. "Let us know when the limousine will arrive, would you?"
"Certainly, sir, I'll do as you wish." Maria replied, politely.
"Maybe I won't be present at this wedding, Duke Mikaelson?" Katerina whispered, for his ears only, while raising her chin in a confrontational gesture.
"We both know that you'll be present, and that you will marry me, Katerina." He murmured, confident, near her right ear, while bending his head near hers. "Don't forget that I can buy you a lot of expensive shoes." He smirked.
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, Duke, I guess only time will tell, then." She replied, a timid smile blessing her lips.
Katerina turned her head toward Maria, before raising her wedding dress skirts, and leaving the parlor room in the company of the governess.
"What is your master plan now, Kol?" Rebekah asked, sighing, before arriving in front of the entrance door of the manor. "Neither of our demented brothers invited us to this double weddings' masquerade."
"I thought I was the demented one?" Kol smirked. "You've just crushed my pride, sister."
"As demented goes, you're in a league of your own, brother." She replied, slyly, with a sour expression.
"Aren't you the eternal charming one?" Kol replied, while strengthening his upper body and pulling on his blazer' sleeves. "You should be excited to meet you future sisters-in-law? I know I am." He added, mockingly.
"I could give a damn about those women that are probably as insipid and ignorant as you can find. I'm just wondering who they are, and from which royal families they came from?"
"Oh look at you, sister, looking as superficial as ever!" Kol mocked. "How do I look by the way?"
Rebekah rolled her eyes, while acting indifferent at the enormous ego expression of her brother.
"Aren't you finding this all secrecy weddings a bit odd? Plus, I could easily vision Elijah being married, being the pappy that he is and all, but Klaus?" She asked, dumbfounded. "I was not even aware that one single woman on this earth hasn't yet succumbed to his charm, or should I say compulsion?"
"We're about to find out, sister dearest." Kol replied, while leaving his finger on the doorbell.
The continuous and repetitive chime sound of the manor's entrance resounded in Maria's ears like a bad omen. .She finally reached the handle before opening the door on its visitors.
Kol and Rebekah stood silent in front of her sight for a few seconds, while swallowing a nervous lump in their throats.
"Maria, my favorite governess in the entire world, you are looking as lovely as ever, and as beautiful as a rose." Kol, the youngest of the Mikaelson brothers, snapped out of it, with a seductive smile blessing his lips and his right palm placed in front of his heart.
"Oh for God sake, Kol, just shut up!" Rebekah, the baby sister, exclaimed, while rolling her eyes, with her arms firmly crossed in front of her chest. "Good day Maria, are our beloved older brothers present in the manor at this moment?" She asked, without other formalities.
"Well, good day to you also, Miss Mikaelson, I was not aware of your upcoming visit." Maria responded, dumbfounded, while seeing Kol pass the threshold.
"You know us, Maria; we love to show ourselves for a surprise visit at every chance that we get." Kol responded, while blinking an eye, before presenting his right cheek to her. "You want to give me a kiss?"
"It's highly not appropriate, Mister Kol!" Maria exclaimed, outraged, while stepping back.
"What? We're family, come on, Maria, I know you want to do it." Kol mocked.
"Kol, take my Louis Vuitton suitcase, would you, instead of traumatizing the help?" Rebekah exclaimed, while stomping her feet, with a childish manner.
"Take care of it yourself, sister; I'm not your valet." Kol responded, before bending his head near Maria's to kiss her cheek. "So, where are the brides to be?"
"Apparently and most certainly, they both are where you won't be!" They heard an ordering and brittle voice said to them.
"Elijah." Rebekah exclaimed, while losing all of her colors. "It's nice to see you brother, you're looking as handsome as ever."
"Elijah! Brother it's been so long." Kol exclaimed, following his sister's words, with a fake smile blessing his lips.
Elijah sighed, loudly and in annoyance, while shaking his head in disbelief, before glancing at Maria.
"I wasn't sure what to do, Mister Mikaelson?" She said, while nervously rubbing her hands together. "I've mentioned to them that I was not aware of their upcoming visit and presences."
"That is because the children were not asked to be present." Elijah, replied, while walking to reach Kol's standing position in the entrance.
"The children … Who are you calling the children?" Kol asked, falsely outraged. "Oh come on brother, we have just learned about your and Klaus upcoming weddings, and you seriously thought that we would stay away?"
"Kol … Don't push it!" Rebekah warned him, while biting her bottom lip.
"Oh believe me; I've never thought that you would." Elijah rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, Maria, I got this under control." Elijah said, before grabbing Kol's right earlobe and pulling him forcefully toward the entrance door, under the surprised expression of Maria.
"Aye…" Kol yelled, while trying to free himself of Elijah's grip.
Elijah grabbed the left earlobe of his sister, before bringing them on the front porch.
"Aye … Aye… Aye…" Rebekah yelled, under the pain, while holding her ear.
"I've learned the Bahamas are a nice place for young folks as yourselves at this time of the year, why aren't you bringing your bottoms there, instead." Elijah suggested, before slapping the entrance door at their speechless faces. "Well, that was easier than I've anticipated that it would be." Elijah smirked at an immobile Maria. "My dear, for future reference, when you're taking care of children, it's all in the ear's grabbing." He informed her, before walking toward the corridor leading him to his office. "You're looking lovely by the way."
"Yes, sir, I'll try to keep that in mind. And thank you." She responded, while nodding her head and smiling, before raising her sight in the one of Klaus that was coming down the grand staircase.
"Was it my neurotic sister's voice and my psycho younger brother that I've heard?" Klaus asked her.
"Yes, Sir, but I believe they've been excused by your brother." Maria replied, smiling.
"Good, that is certainly music to my ears. Is Carolina waiting in one of the rooms downstairs?" Klaus asked the governess, while knotting his tie and reaching her position.
"Not exactly, Mister Klaus." She responded, while blushing and shaking her head.
"And what is "not exactly" intended for in your sentence, Maria?" He asked, while crossing his arms in front of his chest and narrowing his sight on her.
"I believe she is indisposed, Sir." Maria tried to formulate the news in the least painful way possible.
"I just saw my fiancée not even an hour ago, and she was in perfect health." He replied, while sighing loudly. "Spill it, Maria. I'm not really in a patience mode today."
"When are you really?" She mumbled, in a low whisper.
"What was that?" Klaus asked, amused, with a raised eyebrow.
"It was nothing." She responded, coughing, before adding. "Well, I believe you did saw Miss Carolina in a perfect health, Sir, but at that moment I also believe she hadn't seen the invitation card to your wedding, and I suppose neither her new given name." Maria confessed, while lowering her sight on the marble floor.
"Damn it!" Klaus yelled, while closing his fists in anger, before passing a nervous hand through his hair. "Where is she now?"
"Still in her suite, but she informed me to tell you and I quote: I won't marry that lout if he was the last man on earth." Maria quoted.
Klaus raised his demented sight in the one of the governess, before blessing his lips of a smirk.
"I believe my future wife just want to play hide and seek with me, Maria." He informed her. "And I will oblige to her wish." He added, before climbing the stairs.
"Bless the poor soul of your future wife, then." Maria murmured, while rolling her eyes.
"Elijah, open this damn door!" Rebekah yelled all the air in her lungs, while knocking the panel of the entrance door with her closed fists.
"Elijah won't open the door, Bekha… Just try to be proactive for once in your pathetic life of a goddess." Kol rolled his eyes, while searching names in the addresses data file of his blackberry.
"Goddess you got that right!" She pointed a finger at him. "It took you long enough to acknowledge this fact." She added, smirking, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I am not exactly acknowledging that lie; it's only one of my brilliant tactics to make you close your big mouth, while I'm actually doing something worth of my time, as opposed to you." Kol informed her.
"What are you searching for?" She asked, while bending her head above his left shoulder.
"I'm searching for a way out of this impasse." Kol informed his sister. "Ah! I got it!" He exclaimed, smirking, while pushing the send button, before passing the cellular phone to his sister.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked her brother. "Whom did you call?"
"Talk to Stefan Salvatore, who else but Klaus's best buddy and idiot vampire would know where the weddings are taking place?" Kol responded, with a proud smile.
"Are you out of your mind, Kol? I'm not talking to this low life jerk." She busted to Kol's face.
"Salvatore." A voice was heard into the speakers of the phone.
"Damn you!" Rebekah murmured to her conniving brother, before placing the phone near her ear.
"Stefan, it's Rebekah Mikaelson, can you talk?" She asked, while pulling her tongue at Kol.
"Carolina, open the doors, please?" Klaus asked, through the locked doors of her suites. "We need to leave for the wedding soon." He added, while lowering his forehead on the wood, both of his hands placed on each side of the arch.
Carolina paced back and forth in the middle of her suite, with her closed fists firmly placed on each side of her hips, while glancing at the doors, and sighing loudly under her contained rage.
"иди к черту!" Go to hell! She yelled in Russian through the doors, while continuing her pacing, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"С тобой, всегда!" With you, always! Klaus responded in her birth language, a smirk blessing his lips. "If you are into names calling, this could get very sensual and erotic in no time, if you allow me to teach you how?" He tried to relax the atmosphere between them.
"Why don't you ask Caroline Forbes to play the game of naughty words with you instead?" She busted in rage, while gesturing with her arms. "I've read on the invitation card that she'll be your wife very soon."
"Who said anything about naughtiness, Love? You have a naughty mind as I can see." Klaus mocked. "I'm surprised, but highly thrilled that you would consider playing dirty game with me Carolina." He added. "The name change was for security purposes, I'm a powerful man, Love, and so is my brother. It's only put in place for your protection and the one of your sister, you shouldn't be mad about this, it means nothing to me." He explained, more seriously.
"Your dirty games will only happen in your dreams and over your dead body!" She replied, pissed. "I want to talk to my sister, tell her that I want out of this marriage deal, and that I want to go back to Russia."
"That will be happening over my dead body indeed!" Klaus responded, angrily, before strongly hitting the doors with both of his closed fists. "Open this damn doors now, or I swear I'll push them down in no time!" He warned her. "And this is not a request; it's a damn order!"
Carolina startled at his warning, while facing both doors, a hand raised around her neck, her chest rising up and down with each of her jerky breaths and heartbeats. This man was crazy enough to actually put his threat into execution… And yet, and again her best judgement, she was strangely excited by it.
"And then what, you'll put me on your shoulder while carrying me to the town hall, before forcing me to marry you?" She yelled back at him.
A strong kick placed in the middle of both doors rang its loud noise into the suite with two broken panels hanging on each side of the arch. Carolina's fiancé stood on the threshold with his mad glare fixated on her.
"It's exactly what I will do, sweetheart." He responded, while entering the suite.
"I swear that I'll tear this expensive wedding dress into pieces if you approach me." She warned him, while raising the hem of the skirts in her hand, and slowly pulling on the silk fabric.
Klaus lower his head, before bursting into loud laughter.
"That would actually be a shame, love. I thought it would be my forbidden pleasure to actually tear the fabric of your wedding dress, before ripping every other pieces of clothing that you're wearing, until seeing your shivering naked body in front of my sight on our wedding night." He replied, with a twisted smile blessing his lips.
Carolina blushed, while taking a few steps away from him, before placing herself in safety behind one of the armchairs.
"It's a very expensive dress." Carolina repeated while pulling a little bit more on the fabric.
"I don't care about money, I have more than I could even spend, and I don't care about the dress. You'll marry me in your underwear if necessary." Klaus mocked. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I would prefer to marry you fully naked."
"Go undress Caroline Forbes; I'm sure she'll be willing to play your twisted, sick seduction games." She replied, slyly.
"Considering that she is you, I can hardly wait then. And is it jealousy I hear in your voice?" He said, perniciously. "Now tell me, since you've met me, did you ever have naughty thoughts about us, Carolina?" He asked, a raised eyebrow, while slowly approaching his prey.
"What?" She asked, while stepping away from the armchair. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know… Something like thinking about both of our naked bodies, lying in the same bed?" He asked her.
"You're sick!" She replied, while placing herself behind the mahogany wood table.
"How can it be sick to passionately desire my future wife, love?" He asked her, before throwing one of the chairs on the suite carpet, to free his path, while making her startled with fear. "Longing for the moment I'll hear you scream under my erotic assault."
"I want more that you can offer me, Klaus." She confessed, while raising her teary eyes in his.
"What do you want, Love? Tell me, or let me guess: A fairy tale wedding with all family and friends reunited, a nine to five job / reliable working man, a suburb house with a white picket fence, two or three children and a dog?" Klaus enumerated, before crossing his arms in front of his chest, while continuing to walk around the table. "Am I near the truth?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"That is not or your business." She replied, slyly, to him, while wrapping her arms around her chest.
"You're lying to me and to yourself, because that is not what you want." He reaffirmed, before shaking his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" She replied, while swallowing a nervous lump in her throat and shrugging her shoulders.
"You and I, we are the same: we're strong, fearless, independent, and passionate. We won't take no for an answer, and we consummate ourselves with our twisted mind and furious anger." Klaus explained.
"Oh, my God, you're demented! I don't know what my sister thought while making this crazy deal with the agency, but you can't force me to marry you against my will." She replied, while passing a hand through her tangled hair, before standing immobile in the middle of the suite.
"Don't be scare, Carolina. I won't hurt you." Klaus said, while finally reaching her standing position, before grabbing her left wrist and pulling her close to his chest. He suddenly took a strand of her silky blond hair, before enrolling it on one of his fingers. "Who said anything about forcing you, love?" He murmured, smirking, while lowering his head near hers.
Carolina closed her eyes, while feeling the softness of his breath caressing her right cheek.
"Klaus, please…" She begged, while raising her hands to grab each side of his jacket, suddenly lightheaded under a dizzy spell.
"I won't force you, Love. You already have in the deepness of your soul the most twisted desire to be link to me, because I'm able to bring you to life in a snap of a finger, and that intrigues you more than anything. That is what you're longing for… You're longing to become passionate in my arms." He murmured, while kissing her jaw line. "Kiss me." He ordered.
"No, I don't want to kiss you." She replied, while lying through her teeth, before feeling an intense desire awakening her centered core.
"Yes" He contradicted, while nibbling on her bottom lips, one of his arms encircling her waist, with his other placed at the base of her neck to hold her head nearer to his.
"I won't marry you." She stubbornly said, her trembling lips murmuring the words on Klaus's. "You can seduce me as much as you want, the answer will still be no!"
"Of course you won't." Klaus mocked, while sliding the tip of his tongue on the length of her lips, before slowly kissing her lips. "Right, until you will!" He added, while detaching his lips, before surprising Carolina by raising her body on his right shoulders under her screams of protestation.
"Let me down!" She yelled, while hitting her closed fists on his back. "You tricked me, bastard!"
"Where are you shoes?" He asked, while scattering her suite.
"I swear to you, I'll kill you with my bare hands the minute my feet will touch the ground." She yelled some more.
"About your feet, if I only could find your shoes it would help us leave earlier rather than later, sweetheart." He added, while entering the walk-in closet, with his right hand firmly placed on her bottom, to keep her body balanced on his shoulder. "I got them!" He exclaimed, joyfully, before grabbing the pair. "We're ready to go get married." He added, while heading his walk toward the corridor, before descending the stairs.
"I asked you to let me go!" Carolina yelled one more time. "I swear to you, you'll pay for this, Klaus!"
"I'm actually looking forward to it." Klaus mocked her. "Maria, is the limousine parked up front?" Klaus asked the immobile and speechless governess who kept staring at them.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked, with a hand placed over her chest.
"The limousine, Maria, is it upfront?" Klaus repeated.
"Yes, I believe the limousine arrived, Mister Klaus." Maria responded, politely, while nodding her head. "Let me help you and Miss Carolina by opening the door for you." Maria mumbled the words, nervously before turning the handle, and watching Duke Klaus Mikaelson walk toward the chauffeur of the luxurious car, while carrying his future wife on his shoulder.
"Oh my …" She whispered to herself, breathless, while closing the door on its arch. "If only a man would carry me this way, I would certainly be in need of an icy, cold shower afterward!"
Thank you for reading the second part of the wedding, I am heading to write the third, and finale part right now, so it should come in a short while, before I'll go back to write my other fictions.
I am overwhelmed with the strong, positive response to this fiction story, and so happy that I am able to bring it to all of you with my wild imagination.
Till the next update, much love to all of you, and be happy!
Lovely Vero
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Terry: Thank you for reviewing, sweetie, nice to see you aboard this story.
Ines: Awww sweetie, you're too sweet with your review. Thanks a lot for loving this fiction so much, it's a joy to know that you're happy when you read it.
Klaroline5ever: I don't want you to go crazy, lol, I want you to have patience with my updates, sweetie, it's not as easy as it looks to handle three fictions and a busy life. Thanks for your awesome review; it was so nice to read your enthusiasm.
Guest: Life! LOL … That is the reason for not updating more oftentimes, and also my other fictions, plus sweetie, I can't write under stress, I believe a chapter needs to be thought before written. Thanks for liking this fiction so much, though.