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Where a wedding makes even the most unbothered people emotional…
It's wedding season. I probably get an invitation from my employees or business partners to attend their weddings every week. In hindsight, I should have attended Andrea's wedding. Maybe she wouldn't have quit if I had treated her better. Like attending her wedding for example. But that's hypothetical now, she has quit for a long time now and I haven't found another personal assistant who would live up to the expectations since then. I was an asshole. I have to admit that.
It was very considerate of Kavanagh to plan their wedding in Seattle knowing that our grandparents are kind of morbid and unable to travel far. Miami or whatever fancy destination Elliot had proposed in the beginning, for a show off party, was declined by her sternly. I have to admit that Kavanagh has her priorities set right. Family always comes first. That's probably the only positive thing about her, apart from being Ana's friend. Even though everyone in my family loves Kavanagh… I just can't warm up to her. From what Ana has told me she also mutated into a bridezilla to Ana's exhaustion. Actually, the stories Ana told me from their wedding planning disasters are quite funny to hear.
Wedding rehearsals are just finished and we come back for rehearsal dinner to my mothers house. Mom did go all out with the menu as I know she would. The atmosphere is relaxed but somehow formal. Everyone is wearing dapper suits or pretty dresses. But my eyes are only on Ana. And I can't help but stare at her left hand and wonder what it would look like if a big rock would sit on her ring finger and everyone, all the males that are ogling her, would know that she's mine.
Of course, they know that she is mine because I was over her claiming my territory the whole evening. I have to say that she looks exceptionally beautiful today with her light pink strap dress that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Other people surely aren't blind even if I wish they were.
After dinner people are scattered all around the living space and terrace. I spot Ana leaning against the terrace fence by herself sipping on a drink which looks like my mother's deadly Margarita. I take the chance and grab Anna by the hip.
"Come on, let's get out of here." I say.
She blushes a little and smiles. We make our way back inside the house, up the staircase to my bedroom which I never had the chance to show her what it looked like. When I introduced her to my parents a few months ago, my mother was all over Ana. Excited that I had brought a girl home. After that we had found our guilty pleasure of Ana wearing the Ben-wah-balls to see how long she would be able to endure them. The first time she gave up shortly after the main course, making the excuse of feeling sick. Burning in desire, we had left early only to be cock blocked by Taylor. Longest ride home of my life. The second and last time, we had made arrangements to be alone on the drive back, Ana was definitely a good jock and kept a straight face the whole night until we said our goodbyes, only for us to fuck like teenagers in the backseat on the side of the road.
Ah. Good times.
I close my bedroom door with a thud and Ana has a look around. After a while she sits down on the bed.
"Another first." I say.
"Huh?" She seems distracted, taking everything in.
"I've never brought a girl into my room. Ever."
"Oh, I'm honored, I guess." she says and grins.
"The pleasure is all mine." And the pleasure will be all yours in a minute, baby.
I strive towards her with slow steps, loosening my tie. Her eyes get big in excitement or maybe fear. She knows what I want to do and I'm pretty sure she wants the same.
"Are you ready for some fun?" I ask when I push her down on the bed and sit on top of her.
"I'm ready to make out if that's what you mean." she says in between kisses.
Yeah, if making out is a code for fucking. Sure.
I nuzzle her neck and my hands pull up her dress, enough for me to find her tiny thong. I rub her through the shiny fabric.
She comes up to a half sitting position.
"That's definitely more than making out." She says.
Well, yeah. It is. So what.
"Christian, everyone is downstairs. It won't be long till they look for us." She says.
Why so prude now? Compared to the stuff we did in my playroom last week this is very basic. Seems like Ana has some hesitation towards exhibitionism.
"Ana, your panties are soaking wet. We'll be quick." I say while backing off. I love teasing her and making her squeamish even if we won't proceed any further.
She opens her mouth to respond when a loud knock on the door interrupts us.
"Christian! Are you here? Mom's looking for you!"
Great.
I shuffle out of bed and rearrange my now very visible erection. Ana jumps off the bed to smooth her dress.
"What is it Mia?" I say when I open the door.
She has the smuggest most knowing smile on her face. My cock blocking sister knows what she's doing!
"Mom. Downstairs. Now." She says and turns on the spot.
"Christian, I've been looking for you. Could you drive Grandmother and Grandfather home?" says my mother the second she sees me.
There's no chance in hell I could persuade her to let Taylor or somebody else drive them home. Normally I would jump at the opportunity to ditch the festivities of whatever other people like to celebrate. But tonight I got interrupted with Ana and she'll be off with Kavanagh along the bridesmaids to stay at Kavanaghs parents house before the wedding. I hope I'll be back soon enough to snatch a chance for a quick shag. It's Friday after all and I haven't seen Ana all week due to work. This should have been our couple weekend but it's completely overcast by my brothers wedding.
Alright. Maybe I'm a tad egoistic here.
Doesn't change the fact that I miss my girlfriend and am horny as fuck.
When I arrive back home Ana is already gone with the bridal party. She left me a voice message. I barely understand what she's saying. Different voices of giddy woman in the background make it difficult to hear. Something about Kate having a mental break down because the flowers she ordered are a different shade of purple and won't fit the bridesmaids dresses. Jesus Christ.
I hope the night before the wedding won't go as badly as the bachelorette party. Seems old habits die hard and Kavanagh and her girlfriend's idea of fun is drinking beyond limit. It wasn't too long ago where I rescued Ana from a bar and took her to my place.
Half a year to be exact. Sometimes I can't believe how natural it is to have Ana by my side. It almost feels like she has always been part of me, at the same time meeting her for the first time happened merely yesterday? Time flies when you're content and happy, I guess.
I was surprised to hear when Ana literally stumbled into my apartment after being out for Kate's party. In fact I was fast asleep, having left Elliot's bachelor party early on when they decided that hookers were a good idea. No thanks. I have a different idea of fun and actually don't like the idea of my pap pictures published somewhere showing me getting a lap dance.
Ana took me by surprise, heavily drunk, she goes straight for my dick. Normally I'd be up for it but not when she's so drunk she won't remember what she had done. Knowing how she behaved the last time I picked her up intoxicated, her actions weren't a surprise to me.
What bothers me the most is the possibility that if she wasn't here with me, she might have been taken advantage of at whatever fucking place Kavanagh took her.
Seeing that I wasn't going to give in she stumbled into the kitchen. I followed her. Wondering what she was looking for I was surprised to see she took the keys to the playroom. Giggling she made her way up there, ignoring me. When I called her out, asking what she was planning to do, she told me she'd be going to take those matters in her own hand. I let her proceed without me, heading back to my bedroom.
Until I heard a loud rattling noise and Ana cursing. I hoped she hadn't hurt herself again. I ran to the playroom. To my surprise Ana was already opening her jeans and plopping onto the bed, having knocked my display of whips over and onto the ground. I step over them to watch what she would do now. Unfazed by my presence she stripped off her knickers and placed a vibrator next to her. At this point my throat was so dry. A decision needed to be made. Either watch this vixen and endure the torture of not touching her, ending in me going right at it with the possibility of taking advantage of her drunk state. Or leave. With all my willpower I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I turned on the spot and closed the door of my playroom behind me.
Good to know that Ana was embracing her sexuality after all. I just hoped she would be more open to enact her fantasies without her usual postcoital shame. Sober. And with me.
Back to Saturday where Elliot is a nervous mess. My job as best man is to keep his shit together. So that's what I do. Luckily he only panics twice asking me if being with the same woman for the rest of his life was a good idea. I talk some sense back into him, he feels embarrassed to even question his decision.
For me picturing Ana to be my side for the rest of my life is a no brainer. This wedding has made me realize that Ana is the one. She's the one I love. She's the one I cherish. She's the one I want by my side every day.
We just had to navigate our fucked up relationship to a somewhat more normal ground. Outside of EE and rules and contracts. As if I knew what a normal relationship looks like. Still, that's what I want. Maybe then we could get to know each other more and maybe someday she'll be willing to be my forever plus one.
The day flies by and at noon we arrive at the church. Guests are filling up the aisles and Elliot, Kavanagh's brother, Ethan, and I are standing close to the pastor. After forever and a lifetime music begins to play. Everyone looks toward the entrance in the back and several bridesmaids make their way to the front.
And then I see her. My Ana.
She's flushed and gripping on a small bouquet in both hands as if her life depends on it. I feel nervous.
Man up, Grey. This isn't your wedding.
But all I see is her, as if she's the bride. Ignoring that's she isn't in white. I have this tight feeling in my chest and for a moment my eyes sting. Before I can get a grip on myself, Ana arrives in the front and stands next to the bridesmaids. I just stare at her.
Sometime after that Kavanagh arrives and some things are said between her and Elliot. I think the pastor says something too.
"Dude, the rings!" I hear and get a hard punch from behind. Ethan?
I just realize that everyone is staring at me. Shit. I must have missed my cue. From my jacket I retrieve the rings and give them to Elliot who looks half pissed, half amused.
Thank God, that's over. Ana is by my side when we exist the church behind the married couple. I like the feel of her arm around my elbow. She leans into me, her delicate figure next to mine.
Yes, Ana.
This is where you should always be.