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KINSLEY
THE WEDDING
The intricately embroidered wedding gown clings to my curves, moving with me gracefully. Hard to believe how well the strapless gown manages to stay in place, even with my ample bosom. I had considered a classic A-line skirt for a more traditional princess look, but ultimately opted for something chic and elegant for my big day. The gown flows out around my feet, with delicate silver beads sewn throughout and jeweled accents on the corset. The tiara on my head only added to the fairytale feel of it all.
As I stand outside the doorway, I take deep breaths and try to steady myself. My heart races as I make my way down the aisle towards Nick. I play the doctor's words on repeat, “We’ve exhausted all possible solutions.”
Kinsley, you can do this. You’re marrying Nick to save your mother’s life.
Last night, Nick found me on the floor in my lab again and carried me to bed. He had pulled me into his arms. “I apologize,” he said. “Please let me in, Kinsley. Accept my love again.”
I choke back the tears because I wish it were that easy to love him again. But after everything that has happened. I don’t know how that’s possible.
Taking my hand, Nick leads me up two steps towards the altar. I try not to focus on him during the ceremony because he’s so gorgeous it hurts. Memories of the time we made love flood my mind. Threading my fingers through his hair is tempting. I don’t give in to my desires.
My eyes move over his body. The navy suit hugs his six-five muscular body. The color highlights his striking green eyes, which seem to glimmer in the light. Nick looks like a glorified Italian Ken doll. I miss riding his face. I blink a few times. And a cocky smile curls his lips. I hate that he knows me. This man can tell when I’m having naughty thoughts about him.
“I do,” Nick answers.
I turn my attention back to the officiant, tuning in to only the most important parts of the ceremony that I had been spacing out on. "I do," I repeat confidently, unable to resist smirking at Nick's knowing expression.
What else do you do at this moment when you’re marrying your ex-lover who you walked away from because you found out he’s in the mafia? Then you later learn he’s the mafia boss.
He smiles as he slides the ring onto my finger like he’s hit the jackpot. When he witnessed my rant, what did he see? Because I know I’m left broken. Therapy helps. Some. I’m not sure I will ever be healed. Or ever not feel the rapists’ hands groping my body.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant says.
Nick cups my face, leans down, and presses his lips against mine. I don’t want to kiss him back. If I do, he might think I like it. I know I will.
His tongue slips into my mouth, and it transports me back to the night when we first made love.
I twirl my tongue around his and my hands squeeze his shoulders as he holds me tight in his embrace.
My body burns with desire, and when we break apart, I can see the love in Nick's eyes. Despite everything that has happened, this man has never stopped loving me.
