Chapter 26

Sierra looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. It was a sweetheart neckline. The ruffles from her waist all the way down looked really cute. She looked so innocent like an angel. I glanced at Ashton wondering what his reaction would be. I raised my eyebrows surprised at what I’d seen. I smirked watching him. I thought he’d finally be nervous. No. It was far from that. He looked like he was caught in a trance. He was in a daze staring at his soon to be bride. He seemed to be unable to blink. His eyes followed Sierra walking elegantly towards him. Ashton didn’t suppressed how he was so mesmerised with the bride’s beauty. The people here would believe the two are in love despite the fact that it’s arranged. With how the two looked at each other- how they felt that they were the only people and no one else, I’d say the two would really work out. Sierra finally arrived at the altar. She looked at me for the first time since she got out from the entrance. Of course, it was the only time the two broke each other’s fervent stares. Instead of walking towards Ashton’s, she approached me. I was caught in suprise. "Hey." Ashton whined, surprised as well why she approached me instead. He pouted with a frown. I laughed inwardly that he looked a bit jealous because of me. Sierra suddenly pulled me into a hug which caught me off guard. "Thank you." She whispered to my ear. I just nodded. She then let me go and walked towards Ashton. "It’s me you’re marrying-" "Shut up." Ashton complained but was cut off by Sierra. She then pulled him into the platform which made him yelp by surprise. Everyone from the front laughed even the officiant. Camryn and I smirked at Ashton teasingly. He just rolled his eyes at us. He then behaved after realising how childish he acted. I could feel his friends’ teasing remarks and jokes about him finally being whipped. But I’m sure Ashton would be too stubborn to admit it. It was the same with the bride. Hell, the two are uncannily the same. --- "Sierra’s like the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen." Jenna commented beside me. Sierra invited Jenna on her wedding. The two have become close when Sierra has started to accompany me at Grind House where Jenna worked. Because I was relieved of my job for a while, my visits  to the cafe was frequent. Sierra, on the other hand, seemed to not plan on letting me go. She was always with me bugging me about her wedding dress and the wedding planning. Jenna never stopped having a chit-chat with me. The girls seemed to like me for some reason. I don’t know why but they will always stick with me especially Sierra. There’s actually one or two reasons. Sierra found no bullshit in me while Jenna- she wanted to have a friend who won’t judge her looks. Jenna was actually a really gorgeous girl. She has a long silky black hair matching her ocean blue eyes. She was a bit short but that was one of her charms. Obviously, she’s a head turner. A lot of girls envy her especially when she serves at the cafe and all the men’s attention are drawn to her. "The wedding dress fits her perfectly." I added. Ashton and Sierra walked towards the dance floor for their first dance. "This is like my dream wedding you know. A really handsome guy as my groom and I’ll be wearing the most beautiful wedding gown ever. Mermaid style of course. I find it very sexy." The both of us laughed while shaking my head. Tell me what you really like Baby I can take my time We don’t ever have to fight Just take it step-by-step I can see it in your eyes ’Cause they never tell me lies I can feel that body shake And the heat between your legs Jenna and I turned to each other realising the song playing for their first dance. Our eyes widened but the funny looks in our faces never passed. "No way. Of all the freaking love songs they could play, it had to be a song about fucking?" Jenna bursted out laughing. I followed. "Leave it to Ashton. I swear the guy is a freaking lecher. Hell, it’s even acoustic. Like that would change the lyrics." I said between laughter. The two of us could hardly breathe from laughing. "How orgasmic, Ave." Jenna commented with pun intended. The only thing I could respond was my laughter. Man, I’d really give Ashton a credit for messing with her wife. We saw Sierra giving Ashton a scowling look but of course, Ashton being the way he is, just smiled playfully. He was teasing her like giving kisses to her face but Sierra would evade it. The couple was so funny that everyone in the room was having fun watching them. When the song was almost finished , the announcer called the bridal party to join the bride and groom. Jenna nodded me to go. She was grinning at me playfully. She was teasing me about the orgasmic song that I’ll be soon dancing too. I just rolled my eyes at her and she laughed. Almost forgetting my partner, I looked for him immediately. It wasn’t hard when he was approaching me coolly and sexily I might add. He looked straight at me with those apathetic eyes. Apathetic yet burning with intensity. When he offered his hand to me, we could feel each others’ discomfort. He was trying to keep a straight face but it’s pretty obvious we have something going on. I took his hand. He placed his other hand in my waist and my other on his shoulder. To my surprise, the song was now different much to Ashton’s silly tricks. But I noticed it was the same song that Stefano and I had our first dance together. I could still vividly remember the woman who played that song. She was beautiful. Her voice was beautiful. Everything about her amazed me. I realized too that it was the night that I had forced myself to get in and save him from someone’s attempt of killing him. "How are you?" He asked after several seconds of silence. I frowned in disbelief. "Oh so you actually plan to talk right now." God, I’m acting like a bitch and he was trying to be nice. It’s a rare occurrence but I couldn’t really help it. He was always an asshole to me. He frowned back. "I don’t like your tone, Miss White. Regardless of this event, I am still your boss." He said roughly. I actually planned to apologise but I realised we are back to square one. Like when the first time I worked for him. "You forced yourself to be my boss." I retorted. "You made this upon yourself. If you wouldn’t have been so violent, you wouldn’t be here, Miss white." He chided. "So it’s my fault I’m here in your arms? Like that’s even bad." I planned to keep getting mad at him and throw every retort that would piss him off even more. However I realised my mistake when I noticed what could possibly meant with my remark. My eyes widened. I looked at his eyes and noticed that he felt the same way. We instantly looked away from each other feeling the tension. He was clearing his throat much to our discomfort. Did I just say that it’s not bad to be in his arms? What the ****, Avery? How can you be so stupid? I groaned inwardly. Familiar heat spread through my body. Oh no. Don’t. I thought I’m done with this. If it weren’t for this colorful lights dancing, I swear my skin would be seen. It will be so embarrassing. "Miss White are you okay?" He asked concern etched in his voice. I looked up at him. "Ah, yeah. I’m fine." I said feeling unstable. I looked anywhere again but him. To avoid whatever I was feeling, I evaded looking at his grey eyes. But it was weird to dance without looking at your partner. And because it was weird, I subconsciously looked at him again. And I tell you once again that it was just subconsciously. Unintentional. Accidental. I then realised that all along he was just staring at me. "What?" I asked with a frown. He just shook his head. "Nothing. You just look so beautiful." That caught me with extreme surprise. He never says that to me. He never says something nice. He would gawk at me but complimenting me isn’t what he does. He really would just scowl. I unclasped my hand from his and grabbed his chin towards me. I turned it side to side to check if something’s wrong. I then stare at his eyes. "Are you alright?" I asked in incredulously. His both hands were now resting at my waist. His brows knitted together. "Yes, I am fine. What are you doing, Miss White?" "I am checking if you’re okay cause you literally don’t sound good. You don’t compliment me. You don’t talk to me nicely. What’s wrong with you?" "You don’t want me to be nice to you?" He asked back. "Yes. Cause I don’t want to be nice to you too. You’re an asshole and you made me waste my time here." I retorted. Honestly I wasn’t really feeling very angry at the moment. I just said whatever’s in my mind. Sure he did waste my time here because I was supposed to be in college right now, studying. But still I was more than grateful that he let me work and get paid with more than enough amount. Even it was a somewhat punishment for almost dislocating Carson’s shoulder and almost breaking his bodyguard’s nose. It helped that I get to have savings for college. He raised his brows. "Is that what I did to you?" I nodded. My hands were now around his neck. We continued to sway despite our bickering. "You did this to yourself, Miss White. If you weren’t so violent and meddlesome, you wouldn’t be here... in my arms." He said the end with emphasis knowing my slip up a moment ago. I could feel Stefano’s hands tightening around my waist. His face somehow became nearer. His minty breath fanned my face. I don’t know why our fuss became something steamy and... I don’t really know what I’m feeling right now. I have never felt this way before. Not even the guys I’ve been with. "Avery..." His voice was deep and raspy. He was calling me. Seducing me to submit to him. But... ****! He called me by my name. He never calls my name. It has ways been Miss White. And not with this kind of voice... like a siren calling me, seducing me to be with him. I closed my eyes. His hands that were on my waist were slowly wrapping them around me- pulling me towards him. Making me closer to him than ever. His head was at the side of my face. I could feel him breathing. He inhaled deeply. "What?" My voice came similar to his. Raspy and parched. "Let’s get out of here."