A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe.
Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.
I do not have an editor so there are going to be blips and mistakes. Please be kind when reviewing. This is purely for entertainment and not real life.
As always all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
CHAPTER TWELVE
ANASTASIA
I wake to the sound of waves crashing as I stretch out my muscles. Christian and I got in yesterday evening and came straight here to our quiet rental house we'll be staying in for however long. Christian is being very evasive about our stay here and he's not budging on details.
Light catches my ring making it sparkle. I can't help the smile that comes across my face. Christian is wrapped around me like a vine as if I might sneak away during the night.
The last two months has been a whirlwind. I met Christian during Spring Break and we have been inseparable ever since. He has been so great and helpful with my last few weeks of college. He's so attentive to my needs it's hard to take because for so long I've had to manage and steer through this world all on my own. He loves to take care of me, and I love that too. I can't even believe I've been so lucky to have met him. He truly is my rock.
As if knowing I'm awake Christian stirs beside me. He nuzzles his nose in my neck and breaths me in.
"Too early. Sleep beautiful." He sleepily murmurs as his grip on me tightens.
I can't help the smile on my face. I love this man with all my heart. I know some might think it's too soon for us to be moving this quickly, but Dr. Collins Duncan says to go with my heart and gut. She believes that Christian coming into my life has been a game changer. I'm more alive, as she likes to say. I think back to our session when I returned from Malibu and smile.
I'm sitting on Dr. Collins sofa with my legs stretched out on the comfy cushions with my back against a pillow and armrest.
"That smile tells me that Spring Break was good." She looks over her black framed glasses that have little diamonds on the tips.
I'm not even sure where to start.
"It was amazing." I gush. "I met someone like you encouraged me to."
"That's great Anastasia. Tell me all about it and don't leave anything out." She picks up her glass of water.
"Christian is everything. We had sex after I almost died." I muse and hug my favorite pillow Dr. Collins has.
Water burst out of her mouth as she coughs and bangs her hand on her chest.
"What? What do you mean you had sex and almost died?" Her chest is heaving as she tries to control her tone. "Please tell me that you were very careful. Anastasia when I said that I wanted you to branch out and put yourself out there to meet someone new, I wasn't encouraging you to have sex with anyone. Please tell me you didn't take it that way."
I smile again thinking about how Christian and I met and the glorious week we had together. And still are having.
"I noticed him by the pool on Saturday. He was working on his laptop, so dreamy." I can't help but swoon when I talk about him. "We met that night in person when he bought mine and Jill's dinner. I went over to thank him, and we talked for hours. We met up the next morning to snorkel and eat. Just getting to know each other. He's older, very sexy and mature. Owns his own company and has tattoos that cover his body, although when he's in a dress shirt you'd never notice it."
"It sounds wonderful. What made you open up to a complete stranger? You haven't had an open conversation with your roommate that you've had for three month, but you spoke for hours with a man you just met?"
"It's hard to describe. When we talked at the bar it was like we'd known each other for years. Like we almost grew up together."
"You mentioned he was older." Dr. Collins inquires.
"He's thirty."
"That's quite a bit of difference in age between the two of you don't you think?"
"He…" How can I tell her what spending time with Christian felt like? "I feel safe with him." I manage to whisper and hug the pillow tighter.
"I just want you to be careful. That is all I'm saying dear. There are some guys out in this world who prey on young vulnerable girls and I don't want you to be taken advantage of."
I nod. I know I have abandonment issue, but I'd hope my judge wouldn't lead me astray.
"He lives here in San Diego too. We've been seeing each other every day." I add.
"Well, that makes it easy to get to know each other, doesn't it? Tell me how you almost died then had sex with this sexy mysterious man."
I tell her every little detail. She canceled her next two appoints and called in lunch so we could discuss everything I told her. Dr. Collins is the most amazing person I've ever met besides the Sisters from my high school who took care of me. She's in her mid-fifties and listens then gives me her advise which I'm pretty sure she'd give to her children if she had any. Her and her husband, Michael, couldn't conceive so I feel like her advice is what she'd want for her own kids. She's become like a second mother to me.
"If things progress and start to take a serious turn I'd like for you to bring him in to a session. I say this with not only a professional aspect but also a personal one too. People come in and out of our life for a reason and at the time we aren't sure why until much later. I'd like to get a feel if you'd let me and make sure things are as pure as this man is expressing to you. I'm not saying that you need my approval, but I'd just like to speak and see this man that has come into your life so quickly."
"I'll ask him when the time comes. You'll love him, I know it!" I press. "Oh, Jill moved out of the dorm." I add forgetting all about her and how she left me stranded.
"When did this happen? Did something happen over the trip to Malibu last week?"
I tell her all about Jill and how she left me, and Christian was there to save the week and drive me home. We discuss how not to blame myself for her leaving and maybe it was for the best since I was having such a hard time letting her get to know the real me. Dr. Collins was one of the first to say that Jill was a no-good sorry girl who used people for her push up in the ladder to get what she wanted.
Dr. Collins Duncan and I meet twice a week for sessions and for once they started to become exciting to attend. The homework she gave me since then was becoming easier and I was actually wanting to complete them. She met with Christian and I on several occasions and couldn't stop raving about him when we had our one on one sessions. She believed that he was very true in his feelings towards me and that he didn't seem to have any ulterior motives.
The time change has me wide awake even with all the activity Christian had me doing before we passed out. Three rounds of celebration sex on top of joining the mile-high club had us both barely able to move.
The covers shift and Christian's body heat moves from my torso.
"I guess I didn't wear you out enough then."
Christian climbs down my naked body and positions himself between my thighs. He his chin rests on my pelvic bone as he stares up at me.
"You make me the happiest man alive."
Some of the things that come out of his mouth I swear comes from the romance novels I read. Emotion that I longed to have for so many years have been filled to the brim ever since he came into my life. He leaves me speechless.
"I love you so much, Christian." I whisper as my emotions erupt.
Taking his time, Christian lifts his head slightly and swipes his tongue on my lower lips. He pulls my lips apart and starts to feast on me. My head voluntary falls back at the feel of his magical attack.
"Watch me." He commands.
One thing I've learned with him since we've been together is that he likes to be in control, especially in the bedroom. He takes charge telling me what to do once our clothes are off and I love it. I want someone to take the reins for a change after having to make decision for so long. Dr. Collins thinks that as long as I'm comfortable with it that nothing is wrong. If I have an issue I just need to communicate that to Christian and let him know to ease up. Communicating is key. I probably communicate more than I'm supposed to, but he always says that it's better than him wondering what's on my mind.
My head pops back up when he stops his assault, waiting for me to do as he says. There is nothing sexier than my man bossing me around. Once our eyes connect he dips his head and starts to swirl his tongue on my clit. The sensation vibrates through me and my knees box his head. A finger is inserted then another. It doesn't take long before my legs start to shake, and I know I'm about to come.
"Oh Christian." I moan as he sucks then lightly nibbles on my clit. I come. Wave after wave of pleasure shivers through me.
Before I have time to recover Christian impales me with his dick. He says he loves to feel my pussy quivering against his cock.
"You. Are. So. Gorgeous. When. You. Come." He pistons his hips against me bringing my legs up to his shoulders. I love when he's rough like this. I also love it when he makes sweet love to me too. I just love him.
A light sheen of sweat starts to form on my body as it moves into overdrive at the pace he takes. I can't even believe he's able to have sex this many times in just a few hours.
"Christian please." I begin to beg.
"I got you, baby girl."
He spreads my legs wide going deeper and bottoming out at my womb. His hand comes up to my clit as his thumb circles it.
"Play with your tits."
I pluck at my nipples and I become overly sensitive. My eyes close as a tingle moves through my body. Christian applies more pressure to my clit then smacks it. My body explodes into a million pieces and I drift off. I feel him really start to thrust into me and it isn't long before his body convulses above me. Short sharp thrusts follow as he fills me with his cum. When he's empty his body slumps over mine and our foreheads touch.
"I love you." He tells me then gives me the sweetest kiss. This is something he always does after we finish having sex. He makes sure that I know he loves me.
"I love you more." I admit after his lips remove from mine.
"Not possible."
Slowly he eases out of me then lays on his back pulling me up on his chest. His wet dick smears our combined fluid on our body.
The sound of the ocean lulls me almost to sleep again.
"What are we doing today?" I ask as I feel my eyes growing heavy.
There's a silence and I think Christian might have fallen back asleep.
"We have a few appointments today at some shops to find you the perfect outfit for tomorrow's event."
Shopping?
"Event? Do you have a work thing while we're here?"
"No work. I'm all yours while we're here."
"Then what are we attending?"
"A wedding."
"Oh, that sounds like fun."
I've always wanted to have a beach wedding. I hope when Christian and I discuss our wedding that it's possible for us to have one too.
"Oh it will be. You are going to love it."
"Who's wedding is it?"
I wonder if it is his secretary at his office. I've been there a few times to meet up with him for a lunch date in between classes but I haven't been able to formally meet all his workers. His office is large, I think he employees over ten people who sale life insurance along with a few secretaries. I always call when I'm on my way to make sure to not interrupt a meeting or call. Christian usually meets me in the lobby. I've met a few people in passing but it was quick and not many words were exchanged.
"Ours."
My head shoots up for a second and my neck pops at the sudden movement. I'm pretty sure I heard him wrong. Our eyes lock and from the facial expression I know he's being serious.
"Wait. What?" Confusion swims around my head and I feel like I'm having an out of body experience.
"I said that it's ours. The wedding tomorrow is ours."
"Ours." I test the word out. "As in you and me?" I point to him then me.
His head nods but stays quiet.
"I don't understand. What do you mean?" I ask him to further explain this. This could be one of my crazy dreams I have, and I'll wake soon only to laugh at all this.
He rolls us over so I'm on my back. He hooks his leg over both of mine securing me in place.
"I mean that tomorrow at sunset we will exchange vows and become one. We will profess our love and commitment to each other and seal our fate together."
"But…but how?" My eyes bounce back and forth between his. "We haven't planned a wedding, how can we have one without going over the details. I mean we just got engaged twelve hours ago."
"Everything will be exactly how you want it, trust me."
"This is crazy." I whisper and stare at the headboard above his head.
"I don't want to wait anymore for our life as husband and wife to begin. When you said yes yesterday I wanted to scoop you up and fly to Vegas in that moment. We are in the most beautiful place and I'd like for this to be where we start our journey. A place that we both love and never will forget."
"You don't think it's too soon though?"
"Baby, the moment I saw you I knew that you were going to mean the world to me. If I'd told you all this after almost killing you with shellfish you'd gotten a restraining order against me. That's how much I wanted you. You are it for me. For this life and the next."
His words hit deep in my soul. I know that there isn't another person out there that I'd want to spend the rest of my life with so why not jump on this and grab it with both hands. I mean, we said we loved each other after only spending a week together. Every day I grow more and more in love with him. He's proved over and over how much he loves me and wants to put me first before any and everyone. I never feel as safe as I do with this man, my man.
"Okay." I state.
"Okay?"
"Let's do it! Let's get married here on the beach." I let out a squeal and he rolls us so that he's on top of me.
"You will never know how happy you've made me. The life I had before you was torture, hell on earth until you walk in it. I love you and will until my dying last breath."
This man.
"I love you too, Christian."
He kisses me until I'm breathless then turns towards the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Good. We have enough time to celebrate." He say then plunges into my wet core.
"Oh my dear girl, that one looks amazing on you." Dr. Collins gushes with tears in her words.
Christian had a driver take me places to find the right wedding dress. A sadness washes over me when I realize that I have to do it by myself and not with anyone. But of course Christian is always thinking ahead and as I walked through the upscale bridal dress store my phone rings with Dr. Collins on the other end to facetime me. We talk for a bit and I fill her in on the last day. She was over the moon when she heard that Christian proposed but a little shocked that we're getting married tomorrow. At the end she told me that I should go with my heart and gut and if it felt right then to jump in with both feet.
I'm trying on my third dress and I think I've found the one! It has a sheer organza bodice layered with flourishing organic laces and rich, shimmering sequins—complemented by a striking V-neckline and shoestring straps to highlight the neck and shoulders for an all-natural glow. Shimmer tulle then radiates throughout the full, modern-cut ballgown skirt with horsehair trim for a light yet refined finish. The open back with triangular strap details satisfies the modern bride looking for her totally unique, boho-inspired back. All to say that it is perfect.
My eyes water as the owner's assistant holds up the phone so Dr. Collins get the full effect.
"I love it." I say to myself at the mirror.
"Then get it. If you feel this is the one you've dreamed about for your wedding then get it. You can try on a million and one dresses but if you know in your heart this is it then stop right here and embrace your decision." She says with determination.
I nod not trusting my voice. I think back to my mother and wish she could be here.
"Angela please walk over and hug my beautiful girl." I hear Dr. Collins say.
Angela does as she's asked and embraces me in the most motherly hug I've had in years. I let out a sob and Dr. Collins does too. She's trying to speak words, but her tears are making it difficult to understand. We hold on in the hug for minutes before I finally release Angela who is my virtual Dr. Collins.
"You are going to make the most beautiful bride I've ever seen, my dear."
"Thank you." I say and wipe my eyes and cheeks with a tissue Angela hands me. "I wish you were here."
"Me too dear. Make sure to have pictures taken so that you will be able to look back on this happy time."
"Christian is in charge of that part."
"I'm sure he's going to make this the best day of your life."
Once we hang up the seamstress comes in and makes some minor adjustments that will be taken care of today and my dress will be delivered in the morning to our rental house. We decided on the matching anklet that loops around the toe next to my big toe. Trying to walk on sand in heels would be a nightmare. Plus I want Christian to be barefoot also with the bottom of his suit pants rolled up. The flowers have been picked out for the bouquet since our background is going to be an ocean we really didn't need to have a tremendous amount.
Arriving back at our rental house I can't help but feel like this is all a dream. How can someone like me ever have something like this happen to her. Dr. Collins says that I need to embrace what is happening and not always assume the other shoe is going to drop. Even if it does she says I'm strong enough to handle that situation I just need to trust myself.
"Have Carson handle the Red Room situation. I'm not going to be available for awhile and he is the person you contact for now. If you don't like that then find yourself another line of work." I hear Christian sneer out on the patio by the pool that faces the ocean. Is he talking about the Carson that lives in the guesthouse on his property?
He hangs us but his phone buzzes again almost immediately.
"Yeah?" He answers annoyed and listens for a bit.
"Tell that motherfucker that if doesn't get a handle on things then Brett isn't going to be the only one who will need medical attention. Why is it that I can't go away and not have a shitstorm as soon as I leave?" I hear a voice speaking quickly before he's laying into them again. "I expect you to handle it on your side. I'll call you tomorrow for an update." He pauses again and lets the other person speak. "Fix it and start to find someone else to take over that area. He obviously doesn't know how to deal with the crowd."
Christian hangs up and finally stops pacing. He's looking out towards the ocean with his back to me. I take this time to walk out and wrap my arms around him. He doesn't show any surprise and I wonder if knew I was there.
"Everything okay?" I ask hoping to calm him down and not have this ruin our night and wedding tomorrow. "Do you need to leave and handle something back home?" I offer.
He pulls my arms so that my body is in front of him. The sun is almost gone and the last of the light is shining on him.
"There is nothing more important to me than marrying you tomorrow. Wild horse couldn't keep me away." He kisses my nose then dusts his lips over mine. "I'll always have work issues, baby, but that's the price I pay for owning my own business."
"I would understand if you needed to though. I get it." I push.
He smirks.
"You're not getting cold feet on me, are you baby girl?"
"You always say I have cold feet when we snuggle in bed." I counter.
We both laugh at the true statement. For some reason my feet are always cold, and Christian makes a big production about it when he lets me burrow them between his thighs at night.
"Did you find your dress?" Christian inquires as he pulls me down on a lounge chair as the sun sets. I'm between his legs laid back up against his chest. His chin is on my shoulder and I can feel his five o'clock shadow on my cheek.
"I did."
"What does it look like?"
"I'm not telling, it's bad luck to know."
He nuzzles his nose in my neck and starts to lavish my tender skin.
"Baby, we make our own luck."
I've got goose bumps as he continues but I'm not giving in on this. I want it to be a surprise.
"Not this time." I moan out. How does this man know how to play me like a fiddle? "I want to see your face when I walk down the aisle tomorrow." I plead as I find my resolve lowering.
"I'll grant you this one thing. But I can't promise not to tear it from your body when we're alone."
That makes me dodge his next assault on my neck.
"You better not Christian! I want to pass that dress down to my daughter when she finds her Prince." I argue and turn to face him.
He must see my determination in my eyes because he quickly reaches for me again to settle me back into his hold.
"Fine but it better be easy to take off and not a million buttons." He whines and it earns a laugh from me. I love it when he pouts.
A yawn escapes me, and I can't help it.
"I think you need to hit the hay to get some rest. I can't have my bride falling asleep on me at the altar."
"The last few days I think have caught up to me." I answer as he pulls me up from the chair.
"I want you to be well rested for tomorrow. I've booked you at a spa for most of the day to relax."
I pulls on his arm to make he stop before we enter the house.
"I love that you always think of me and do little surprises for me all the time. I've never had someone put me first and it makes me feel so special." My emotions start to erupt. He pulls me into a bear hug and kisses the top of my head.
"I'll do anything to keep that smile on our face. My life's goal is to make sure your needs are met."
"What did I ever do to deserve a man like you?"
"It's me that doesn't deserve you."
He ends the conversation by kissing me and leading me to the bedroom. We spend the next hour showing each other what we mean to the other before we fall asleep.
The next morning is bustling with activity. Christian leaves to handle the marriage licenses that he applied for yesterday and are ready to be picked up for the minister. He also said that he has a few last minute stops to make and will see me at the end of the aisle this evening.
The same driver from yesterday is waiting to take me to the spa after I finish up my breakfast and dress for the relaxing day. The moment I walk into the spa at the Four Seasons hotel I swear my eyes are playing tricks. There standing by the check-in counter is Dr. Collins.
"Ohmygosh!" I scream as I run into her waiting arms. "What are you doing here?" I squeeze her tight so thankful she is here to share this with me.
"Well, I told Michael that I couldn't sit around the house knowing my dear girl was getting married today without me there. I know this is crossing a line with doctor-patient relationship, but I think we crossed that a long time ago. I hope it's okay with me being here."
"Of course it is! I was wishing you were here yesterday when we spoke. How did you get here so fast?"
"Christian called me late yesterday and invited us to come and be your witnesses for the wedding. He flew us out on a redeye private jet."
I can't believe he did that.
"I'm so glad you made it. Thank you, thank you." I hug her again as our names are called.
"Shall we?"
"Yes!"
We spend the next several hours being pampered from head to toe. Facials, massages, manicures, and pedicures, you name it and we were there getting it done. They show us private showers to rinse off the oils and get ready for hair and makeup before we are shown to the bridal suite to get ready. The dress was delivered here instead of the house thank goodness. A photographer has shown up and started to take photos of us so that we will have the entire day recorded for our wedding book.
The moment I step into my wedding dress the room halts. Not a word is spoke except for the clicking of the camera. I can't believe that the woman staring back in the mirror is me. My hair is pinned to the side with curls hanging down the front. I've got a few small flowers in my hair by my neck that almost match the embroidery of my dress.
"You look gorgeous." Dr. Collins whispers as she takes all of me in. "This dress was made for you."
The attendants from the hotel all say the same as they make sure to fluff out the ends of the dress.
The door to the bridal suite opens and a woman peeks her head in.
"Ten minutes and limo will be here." She announces. "My God, you look absolutely beautiful."
"Thank you." I turn back around and give myself one last look.
"One last thing before you leave." Dr. Collins says and comes over with a shopping bag.
Inside she lifts a black velvet box and presents it to me.
"Christian wanted me to give you this to wear." She opens it and my knees buckle.
The jewelry box opens to a cushion-cut Brazilian Paraiba tourmaline center stone with more than 200 round brilliant, emerald-cut, square-cut and pear-shaped diamonds. I can't even believe I'm holding something like this.
"It's so pretty." I'm too distracted by the necklace to see her pull another velvet box out for the matching earrings and cuff bracelet.
"He wanted you to have the best and said they matched your eyes." She smiles and helps me put them on.
Once all the jewelry is in place I take one last look in the mirror. The photographer is clicking away in the background but all I can do is focus on how it completes my dress. The same woman who came in earlier peeks back in and tells us the limo has arrived. Slowly the attendants make sure we have everything from the room and follow us out towards the lobby to the waiting limo.
Several people stop us to gush about my dress and ask for a picture. I feel like a celebrity getting all this attention. Dr. Collins hold my hand the entire time as we continue on. Right before we exit a little girl comes running over away from her parents and stop in front of me.
"Are you a Princess?" She asks boldly.
I smile down at her and bend to her level.
"Today I marry my Prince."
Her mother comes running over finding her daughter.
"Mommy look a real live Princess!" The girl points at me.
"I see, isn't she beautiful?" Her mother picks her up and places her on her hip.
"What is your name?" The little girl asks, her eyes never leaving mine. I can see Christian and I having a little girl someday and how our children will probably keep us on our toes as well.
"I'm Anastasia, what is your name?"
"Just like my movie." She whispers as if it were supposed to be a secret. "I'm Kelly."
"What a perfect name for our next Princess." I boast. "Kelly I hope you find your Prince one day and marry him and live happily ever after."
She nods and asks if she can take a picture together. I feel a little like I'm at a Disney Park, but I love how I'm able to bring a smile to Kelly's face. She looks to be in kindergarten or about to start. I know this is the age level thought I'd love to teach when an opening presents itself to me at whatever school I'm able to get a job at.
We say our goodbyes and get in the waiting limo. We drive by the ocean and I watch as the waves come in. This is really happening. I'm going to marry my Prince in a few minutes. I feel my heart is full and finally complete.
The drivers comes to a stop and Dr. Collins steps out first. Another woman is there to greet us with my bouquet and starts to lead us down a path towards the secluded beach. I wait off to the side as Dr. Collins goes ahead to take her spot on the sand by her husband. The woman that had my flowers gives me the signal and I start to make my way down and to my forever. I can see Christian, he has his back to me looking out at the ocean.
The minister pats him on the shoulder and he turns as a woman begins playing the harp around us. The moment he finds me our eyes meet. He's wearing a cream colored linen suit with a white button down dress shirt. The top two buttons are undone, and a hint of his tattoos are peeking out. His muscled body fills the outfit and stretches across his hard body. He looks delicious and I notice that he too is barefoot.
My legs begin to shake slightly as I begin my walk down the aisle, but I don't even care. I know that if I start to fall Christian would catch me. He does every day. My shoulders pull back and I know in that moment that there is no where else in this world that I'd rather be than right here with him.
Christian goes to take a step towards me, but the minister brings his hand back to Christian's shoulder halting him. He whispers something and Christian, who hasn't taken his eyes off me, gives a slight nod in acknowledgement.
My heart is full right now, it's like all the heartache and loss was worth it for this moment right here. Like I was meant to go through almost a decade of darkness to finally see light at the end of the tunnel. Christian is my light, the end of the rainbow and my happiness and I can't wait for our journey to begin.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like my story! Here comes the Bride! Christian's POV is next. I think we only have 2 more chapter before we are at present time. See you ladies next Thursday! Stay Safe.
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