Chapter 50

The day before the wedding had arrived; the days were flying by in the blink of an eye. It was a beach wedding in Hawaii at a resort, and the weather was supposed to be spectacular. This had Monique written all over it, especially the location since the woman loved Hawaii. She wasn't the least bit surprised when Jon informed her Monique had convinced Joe to leave Florida to move to Hawaii permanently. As sad as she was to hear Monique was leaving Las Vegas, Vallea was also incredibly happy for the woman. As soon as they landed, Jon was whisked away for wedding obligations, and Vallea went to her hotel room to get some work done on his schedule. He had the rehearsal dinner to go through, practiced toasts and whatnot, things of that nature, and anything else the bride wanted done.

Before long, it was the day of the wedding.

Since it was a beach wedding, Vallea went with something simple, a wrap dress she had found at a dress shop in Vegas on one of her days off. It was pink, had a sexy allure about it, but not over the top and still appropriate for a wedding. It was backless, which prompted her to wear nude bra cups since her breasts were a little too big to not wear a bra. Besides, she didn't want to look sleazy at Joe and Monique's wedding by showcasing a bra, so going without one and using the cups seemed to be the best option. The dress itself was ankle length, but on the left side, it ran up to expose her leg and had loose frills for the hem in a V-shape. The straps of the dress were the same frill design, too. She had decided on light tan strappy sandals for shoes and had her hair done.

On both sides of her head, hair was braided back to link with the bun at the nape of her neck, looking a little messy for style. It was simple yet elegant, and a few tendrils framed her face, loosely curled. Her makeup was very simple: foundation with black liner, nude eye shadow, and clear gloss, nothing over the top. She had thought about doing smoky eyes and immediately dismissed it, wanting to go for a more natural beauty look. Slipping her silver diamond hoops in her ears, which matched a simple diamond choker around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist, Vallea looked at the clock and had to book it downstairs to meet Jon. Hopefully, he approved of her look as she grabbed her silver clutch and made her way downstairs, taking the elevator.

Jon was pacing like mad, dressed in a tuxedo. Black, with the undershirt and silk 'for looks only' handkerchief in the breast pocket. He even had on shiny shoes and a silver watch to match his silver cufflinks. "Babe, you look…gorgeous." Beautiful, stunning, fuckable, all aptly described Vallea. He was going with the most appropriate for their current location. That dress enveloped her beautifully, and he had to wonder, when she turned in a circle for him, just what she was using to hold her breasts up. "I'm sorry, Val, but we gotta go. I gotta meet up with the Maid of Honor." He said apologetically, though he could not quit staring.

Damn this woman.

He looked absolutely breathtaking in his tuxedo, sharp and crisp. Vallea was having a hard time not devouring him with her eyes and blushed at his compliment. "Thank you. So you approve, then?" Vallea breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded, taking her hand to twirl her around again. The nude breast cups were working wonders right now, and the dress only showed the tops, just enough cleavage to be sexy. "All right, let's get moving because if you're late, you'll never hear the end of it from Monique." Taking his extended arm, they walked out of the hotel and were on their way to the venue in a rental. Jon insisted on driving with Vallea to the venue instead of in the limousine with the rest of the wedding party, which Monique was fine with.

This was the one and only time Jon would ever do this three-ring circus. He'd had to learn how to formally dance with the Maid of Honor -Caryn- as well as a bunch of weird things that he had no experience with. Jon had never been to a wedding before either as a guest or a member of the wedding party. The picture thing was going to be awkward, he had to smile and not grimace.

"I'm nervous." He wrestled before thousands live, but doing all this had given him the jitters.

"You'll be fine, it's just pictures. Think of it as a photoshoot you do for WWE. Just stand there, smile, and be yourself." Vallea coached, trying to ease his mind a little, and changed the subject, just making idle chatter until they arrived at the venue.

Once there, they parted ways, with Jon going to join the wedding party, barely on time. However, Vallea noticed right away that the Maid of Honor, Caryn, clung to him, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out she liked Jon. Caryn was a beautiful, ebony-haired goddess that Vallea could not compete with, even on her best day. Today was one of those days. Caryn trumped her, looking spectacular in her baby blue dress that contrasted with her perfectly tanned skin. Why hadn't Jon just asked the Maid of Honor to be his date since they had to spend so much time together for the wedding? Caryn was fixing Jon's bow and sliding her hands down his shirt, caressing him with a bright smile on her face. It was obvious she was into him. Vallea sat down near the back with her clutch in her lap and simply watched, trying not to think about her own wedding catastrophe.

She stood when the rest of the guests did and watched as each bridesmaid walked down the aisle, arm in arm with the groomsmen. Caryn and Jon went last since they were the Best Man and Maid of Honor, both with smiles on their faces while walking the aisle together. Jon kissed her cheek once they arrived at the end and took his place beside Joe while the wedding dirge sounded. It was hard to watch Jon and Caryn together, and once again, Vallea had nobody to blame except herself for not being in the wedding. That would've been her if she wasn't so stupid and selfish.

Monique looked stunning as she slowly moved down the aisle on her father's arm. The ivory gown she had on was simple and elegant, perfect for a beach wedding. The ocean breeze blew off the water, the waves crashed lightly on the shore, and the sun had just set on the horizon, giving off a golden glow. An hour later, Joe and Monique were pronounced husband and wife, with Joe dipping his newlywed bride, passionately kissing her in front of family and friends. Everybody applauded them as they moved back down the aisle together to head up to the venue, where the reception would take place.

First, more pictures had to be taken as Jon and Caryn, along with the rest of the wedding party, followed the bride and groom. Vallea moved with the rest of the guests to the venue to take their seats and she was in the far back, away from the long table that was specifically set up for the wedding party. Jon couldn't sit with her since he was the Best Man and had a speech and whatnot to give. Instead, he was seated next to Caryn, and Vallea noticed how they laughed and carried on together while the reception was underway, though she did it discreetly.

As soon as the opening dances started, Jon had to wait through the first few before he was to give Caryn a twirl, and then he could just be a normal guest with his actual date. Caryn was gorgeous, no doubt about it, and she was funny enough, friendly enough…if not for Vallea and the fact that his heart still belonged to his murderous little vixen, he might've given it a try. Finally, he was done, and he felt pretty pleased with himself because he had not stepped on her toes or her dress once, like he had the first million times they had tried this.

"Thank you for your unending patience." He laughed, kissing the top of her hand, his mind already straying to the woman sitting in the back.

Caryn chuckled, her soft brown eyes practically glowing at him. "The pleasure was all mine, Jon. I'll let you take me for a whirl anytime, day or night."

If that wasn't an open invitation, nothing was. She brushed her lips against his cheek, slipping something discreetly into his shirt pocket, and walked away. It was a spare keycard to her room. Hopefully, he would take her up on the offer.

Vallea was on her second plate of shrimp, being careful not to drop or drip anything on her dress, and she also hadn't missed how close Caryn and Jon had danced together. She had no right to be jealous, even though it was bubbling up inside of her. All she wanted to do was wrap Caryn's long black hair around her neck and choke her to death. She looked up when a shadow fell over her, saw it was Jon, and cracked a smile, dabbing her mouth with her napkin.

"You were perfect, just like I knew you would be. Nerves gone?"

"Yep." Jon eyed her plate, grinning. She always had a healthy appetite, and he had noticed it had waned drastically. Jon knew why he got it, but seeing her with a plate full of food, properly eating, made him happy. "I'm actually a decent dancer." He had made Joe pay for those lessons because it had been THEIR demand that he dance. He and Joe had even practiced together, though not that they told anyone. "You want to dance, babe? After that plate?" Now that the boring stuff was done, the good music would start.

Was it indecent to grind at a wedding?

"You weren't half bad out there." Vallea conceded, finishing a crab cake and pushing her plate away, taking a sip of her beer. Her body was more filled out now that she'd been eating and taking care of herself again. The dark circles were gone from her eyes, and she had her hourglass figure back. "I tell you what, they picked a hell of a menu for this shindig." Jon wanted to dance with her? Didn't he have an obligation to Caryn? Her insecurities were starting to shine through, and she hadn't missed the way Caryn had kissed his cheek either. "Yeah, sure, I'm done with it, actually." She had just finished her last bite when he showed up.

The keycard in his pocket was forgotten as he led Vallea out onto the dance floor, their fingers intertwined together. His obligation to Caryn was officially over and done with. He had walked down the aisle with her, danced with her, done the photo thing with her, and eaten at the wedding party table with her. She wasn't his date, and he had made that clear from the start of this shindig. Jon loosened his bow tie, letting it dangle on either side of his neck before pulling her against him, smiling down at her.

"Did I say you looked gorgeous earlier?" He asked, pretty sure his mind had been correcting him with 'fuckable', probably because she was sporting that damn choker.

Diamonds. It had sparkled and shined and gotten his attention a lot tonight. Sporting wood during a wedding was probably not socially acceptable. He had wanted to say something earlier, but with as busy and hectic as everything had gotten, he couldn't find the time.

Vallea moved with him smoothly and smiled, nodding. "Yeah, you did. And thank you again."

His jacket was off, and Jon had also undone the top button on his dress shirt, along with the bow tie, wanting to be comfortable while dancing with her. She didn't mind, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand against the small of her back. The dress dipped ALL the way down to her hips and completely exposed her back. One hand was on his shoulder, and the other was clasped in his while they swayed together to the music.

"I was hoping this dress would pass all right since it was a beach wedding. I didn't want to do anything too over the top." Some guests looked like they were going to the damn prom and that wasn't how Vallea rolled, not her style at all. "Have I told you how handsome you look tonight?" Sex on legs was more like it.

"You might've, but I'm always open to hearing it again, babe." Jon flashed her a grin, his pale blues lit up with warmth. This was how it was supposed to be. He and her, enjoying themselves at this wedding. Granted, it could have probably been on better terms, but he'd take it. "You should see some of the bikinis the bridesmaids are wearing under their gowns." Because there was an open bar, things would eventually get interesting. An open bar had seemed like a bad idea, but Joe and Monique had both said it wouldn't be THAT bad. He was betting that someone had thrown up somewhere stupid. "What do you have on beneath that itty bitty dress, doll?" Not a bra, that was for sure; her back was exposed.

How would he know about the bikinis? Caryn more than likely told him to try to entice him, she wagered, hoping Joe and Monique were prepared for the repercussions of the open bar. "Nuh-uh, Good, you said this was a work date, remember?" Vallea shook her finger at him teasingly, feeling him press her closer to him, and moved her hand from his shoulder to his neck, massaging it slowly. "Wouldn't be very professional of me to tell you, now would it?" All she really had to do was take one part off, and her body would be exposed. "I will say this – it's not a bikini." That would make his imagination run wild for a little while.

"I hope it's a G-string or something…" Jon teased, though his eyes got a little darker, a hint of lust shining through. "You…in nothing but some skimpy panties, with that choker…" His hand moved up her spine to brush the back of her neck where the choker clasped. Well, he had definitely crossed the defined boundaries of a 'work date'; maybe she'd wind up nailing him for sexual harassment, and the thought of that was hilarious. Clearing his throat, Jon put a little space between them, pretty sure he'd not be getting his deposit back on these slacks if he came in them like a 12-year-old boy who had just found his father's Playboy stash.

Love wasn't enough, and he made that clear, but did that mean they couldn't have a sexual relationship? Not all sex had to be about love. Sometimes, pure lustful sex was the best kind. They had definitely crossed the professional line, and she pulled him against her by the neck, her grip tightening slightly.

"There's only one way to find out. You have to unwrap me yourself, Jon."

The desire had erupted in her hazel eyes as they continued to dance, their bodies pressed together, and he was all she saw. There was a reason she wore a diamond choker tonight instead of a regular necklace. She recalled Jon saying chokers were hot and wanting to test that theory to see if he noticed and how he'd react to it.

Bad Jon, bad Jon! There was NO way he and Vallea could have a purely sexual relationship. He already knew that, and he was sure, deep down, she did too. They had way too much history. Jon currently wasn't thinking with the proper head though, his dick was going to lead him into making stupid decisions.

"Time for cake!" Caryn wasn't overly pleased by all the attention this…whoever she was, was getting. She smiled brightly as Jon and his dance partner stopped, trying not to flush under the look Jon gave her.

"I swear, if you shove it into my face, Joe…"Monique could be heard saying as the cake was revealed. They had given their guests time to eat and relax before getting to dessert.

It was attention from one man; nobody else had batted an eyelash at them. Caryn was treading on dangerous ground as everyone turned to watch the newlywed couple cut the first slices of cake. Joe didn't shove the cake into his wife's face, but Monique did it to him, laughing as she did. Of course she would! Vallea giggled, feeling Jon's hand on the small of her back again, and that warm palm had her overheated. Everyone clapped when Joe shoved cake in Monique's face, making her squeal out, but turnabout was fair play. Luckily, none of it got on her beautiful dress. Caryn promptly walked up to them with two plates of cake and 'accidentally' sent Vallea's right into her chest, smearing frosting on her dress.

"Oops, sorry about that." Caryn didn't sound sorry at all and handed Jon his cake with a smile. "Here you go, handsome."

Even Joe and Monique had noticed that display, both sharing worried looks with each other.

The moment was ruined as Vallea slowly backed up, feeling her temper rising, and there were too many people staring at her. Anxiety was up, along with her temper, which was never a good combination. "Excuse me." She whispered, walking out of the venue, and did everything in her power not to start crying. "I'm such an idiot for coming here…"