Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Bishop held Adele, who walked toward him, head held high, shoulders squared. The dress she had chosen was stunning. There were no straps or arms. It was molded to her tits, nipped in at the waist, and flared out across her hips. She looked like a princess.
Her long, brown hair was curled, and small roses were woven into the strands. They were fake. She didn’t have any makeup on at all.
Enzo watched her, unable to take his gaze away. For the past two weeks, he’d seen her in sweatpants and old, stained shirts. He watched her eating pizza, ice cream, and talking constantly about the wedding she didn’t want.
Adele was going to belong to him.
He went to Bishop. This was another punch to Hank, and he was aware that Adele knew what she was doing. Hank should be here, but he hadn’t claimed her as his daughter. The speculation was there.
Bishop placed Adele’s hand within Enzo’s. Enzo sensed her shaking. She hated large crowds, which seemed strange to him considering she was used to dealing with them on a nightly basis. They stepped toward the priest, who cleared his throat.
Less than thirty minutes later, he and Adele were married in front of the mafia with which he was associated, and witnessed as he finally kissed his bride. There was a chorus of applause, and then he placed his hand at the base of Adele’s back and they faced their audience.
Hank clapped his hands, but Enzo sensed the conflict within him. He wasn’t a happy man.
Bishop was the first to offer them congratulations. He shook Bishop’s hand, and then it was time to make their way out toward the main grounds of the church.
Adele hadn’t wanted any pictures of their wedding, but this had been the one element he insisted on. With the cameras on, clicking away, he wrapped his arm around his wife and smiled for the pictures. He’d never been one to pose like this before, but something told him he would want the memories of this moment.
She didn’t fight him.
His wife.
“I can’t believe you wanted this,” Adele said.
“It’s a right of passage.”
She began to chuckle and he couldn’t help but admire the way her tits rose and fell with each of her indrawn breaths, or the way they shook as she giggled.
“This is not a right of passage. You do realize to get me down the aisle, you blackmailed me.”
This did make him smile. “And to think I have the next fifty years to keep blackmailing you to get whatever the hell I want.”
Chapter Seven
Adele tried not to let her nerves build up. The after-party had gone by so fast, but she’d been able to avoid her father, who had insisted on coming to her wedding and to the party. At least she hadn’t found herself alone with him, which was a relief. She kept standing straight, looking ahead, but today had worn on her last nerve, especially as they were now at the end of the night.
They were spending their wedding night at a hotel. She gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. She’d already taken a shower and knew Enzo waited for her in the bedroom. Licking her dry lips, she glanced at her reflection and tried to see if there was anything falling apart. Her hair was wet. She had removed the flowers that were in fact small butterfly clips placed in her hair. They were not too heavy, and she’d loved the look. She’d opted for no makeup, and now as she looked at herself, she had to wonder if makeup would have been better.
She’d been dreading this day. Should she have fought harder to be free? Bishop had offered to help her escape, but the thought of him, Arnold, and everyone at the bar paying the price was just too much. She could handle Enzo.
Walking down the aisle, each step had made her think about her mother. Was there anything her mother would have insisted she do, or not do?
Adele pulled away from the mirror and took a step toward the bathroom door. The hotel room was a large one, complete with the en suite. She took another deep breath.
Tonight, she was going to have sex for the first time, with her husband. She’d not been saving her virginity for anyone. Life had thrown so many obstacles in her path that finding romance hadn’t been key to her.
Gripping the door handle, she felt her heart start to race, and then she forced herself to step through the bathroom door, into the bedroom. Enzo sat on the edge of the bed. He finished typing something into his phone and as he did, he stood and turned toward her. For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
He walked past her and she wanted to ask him what he was playing at. Didn’t he want to get this over with? Instead, she gritted her teeth and stared at the bed. There was a single negligee laid out. She removed the towel and quickly pulled on the garment, but she soon realized it was pointless as it revealed a lot more than the towel did.