Lonely Bride

SARAH POV

“By the way, what happened to your neck?” Sam spoke, and my hand flew to my neck to check, and then it hit me.

Shit.. shit.. double shit. I forgot to hide them.

Nathan’s eyes stuck to my neck. Well, I can hide, but as far as I remember, I have more than one. Gosh, it is so embarrassing.

Smirking at me, Nathan went back to his work for my relief, but Sam was giving me a teasing look, and I know she will not leave me that easily.

Amm,” I started, but she cut me off in the middle. “Oh, I know it must be a bug bite, right?” She says that somehow I like the idea, and I nod in agreement.

Suddenly, both burst out laughing.

I was looking at them all, confused, but they were laughing like madmen. Sometimes Nathan controlled himself while cleaning his tears, but Sam was still laughing, and she fell from the couch to the floor, but her laughter did not stop.

I am still looking at them, tilting my head to one side, surprisingly thinking, Why the hell are they both laughing?

“What?” Finally, I mastered asking.

“Babe does not lie when you do not know how to,” Sam said in between her laughing sessions.

“What are you even saying, Sam?” Now I am getting a little irritated.

“Ok, tell me how big he was.” She asked.

Ok, girls, I have work. I will see you later.” Nathan abruptly got up and left before I asked anything.

I saw Nathan’s back until it disappeared from my sight, and I looked back at the same man who was wiggling his eyebrows.

“What was big?” I asked again.

“Junior, Sean’s junior.” She said this, biting his lower lip as if controlling his laugh or smile.

“Who is Sean’s junior?” I asked no one in particular, looking up at the ceiling.

“The one hanging in between his legs.” She again burst out laughing, and I became Crimson, hearing her choice of words.

“Sam, you are becoming shameless nowadays,” I said the moment I understood her meaning.

Ok, fine. Now tell me. Was it big, medium, or small?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

Is she serious? She wants me to share some extremely personal things with her. Like really? I thought, looking at her, that she was all shocked.

“Come on. We are friends you can share with me,” she winked, saying this.

“Shut the fuck up. We aren’t sharing anything like understanding.” I said, getting annoyed by her question.

Ok, how about I tell you about Nathan, and you tell me about Sean?” She spoke.

Is she even serious? What is a business deal?

“Do not even dare to utter a single word about Nathan. Do not forget, he is my brother. And that is the last thing I want to know about him.” I said, Angry.

Alright, but Sean is not my brother, so you should share with me. I do not mind.” She folded her legs on the couch, all ready to hear the story as if I were telling her some bedtime stories.

“But I do mind,” I said, folding my hands to my chest.

“You are such a spoilsport,” she pouted, saying this.

“Whatever.” I turn back to head to my room.

Mam,” I turned back, hearing maids calls.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Someone is here to see you.” She spoke

“Ok, send it in.” I wonder who came here to see me.

Next, I saw a lady wearing rim glasses and a classy tight dress that reached her waist, and red lipstick came into my view.

“I believe you are Mrs. Hudson.” She asked, looking at me.

“That is right. It is me. How can I help you?” I asked her politely.

“I am Rene. Mr. Hudson has asked me to get a dress for you for tonight’s ball.” She spoke politely, and somehow, I liked her.

“Oh, yes, mam.” I mean, I do not know what else to say to her.

Nodding towards me, she asked someone to get the dress, and there was one complete stand in front of me with at least 10 dresses on it.

She started looking at dresses and then me, and finally, her eyes stopped at burgundy dresses, which I even like. It is a tube dress, and it will reach above my knee. The floor-length overlay net looks extremely elegant.

“Perfect,” she said to herself.

“Did you like this, or would you like to go to another one?” She asked me, smiling.

“I like it, Rene. Thank you.” I spoke

“Great, let me take a quick measurement just in case anything needs to get done.” She chirps.

She started taking the measurements, and her assistant started writing.

“The beautician will bring this dress to you by 4 p. m.,” she said while wrapping up her stuff.

“Sure, thanks,” I said, and she left after nodding.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“We are also invited to the gala,” Sam said.

“Thank God. You know I hate such events, but now I am relaxed knowing you guys will be there.” I said to her,

She nodded in agreement, looking at the phone.

“By the way, someone came with an envelope for you. I kept it in your room just to check out.”

“Alright. I have some work. I shall see you later,” I said, leaving for my room.

I look at the envelope, and I know where it came from, but now it is no use thinking. I kept it in the closet, thinking I would check on it later.

Taking my laptop, I started work, and it was as if time flew by and someone knocked on the door.

I opened the door, and three girls were standing with the cover in hand.

I guess they are beauticians. I checked my watch, and I was right. It was already four.

I let them in, and they settled their stuff after sending me for the shower.

I was already an hour and a half away. When I opened my eyes, I was quite impressed by the work they had done.

They did the high, messy bun and left some curly strands at the front, which is looking great.

They kept it light yet elegant, with bright burgundy lipstick matching my dress and complimenting each other well.

I thanked them for their work and offered them some money, but they declined my offer, saying they had been paid the price.

However, I give them tips and save their number just in case I need it in the future.

I looked at the watch I was wearing and wondered if Sean had not come yet. I heard a knock, and he came inside wearing a perfectly tailored three-piece suit, looking as hot as ever.

I wonder how this man pulls off anything he wears.

‘Even when he wears nothing, My dirty mind speaks, and somehow, I agree to this.

“Your look says I am looking breath-takingly hot.” He smirked when I was busy dealing with my thoughts, smiling and gawking at him shamelessly from up to down.

I came out of my thoughts, hearing his cocky voice. “Do not fancy yourself, Mr. Hudson. I have seen better,” I said, giving myself a last glance in the mirror.

“But I haven’t seen it. You are looking breathtakingly beautiful, Mrs. Hudson.” He said this, coming too close to me, holding me by my waist from the backside, and kissing behind my ear. And intentionally swirl his tough there for more than it needed.

I shudder at his sudden touch. But before I lost myself, which might not take long, I came out of his hold and said, “Thank you for your compliment. Now let us go before we get late.”

“Yes, but not before I get a kiss from you.” He spoke again, holding me back and pulling me towards his chest.

“No, my lipstick will get spoiled,” I said, pouting.

“It will not,” he says, locking his lips with mine before I do or say anything else. I was dragged into his mouth and started moving with him.

We pulled back and took deep breaths to fill the air in our lungs.

“I specifically told Rene to make sure they apply smudge-proof lipstick. I know I will not be able to control my hands once I see you. He said this, shrugging his shoulders. And I blush, thinking what Rene must be thinking for us.

Shaking my head, I look in the mirror, and everything looks intact.

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