“You can’t bite me every time I am angry.”
“The hell I can. I can and I will bite you whenever I want, so get used to it.” He crazy drove, and looked sexy as hell while doing it, wetter knickers, in case you were wondering. No, ladies don’t discuss those things, yes, this guy was making me forget about any lady manners. You didn’t have manners to begin with!
We arrived to the most beautiful building with a perfect view of the river. The Trump Towers. “Close your eyes.”
“Too early for kinky stuff, Berkeley. I am not closing my eyes.”
“Close your eyes.” He was not messing around, that voice made me shiver in a scared, horny way.
“I am going to close them, because I want to close them, not because you want me to.” With a frustrating brat attitude, I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes. Soon I heard his door being closed, mine being opened, he released the belt and carried me. Without thinking I opened my eyes. “What the fuck Berkeley?”
“Close your eyes.” I did as told, he walked to the elevator, opened the door and then stopped. “Open your eyes.” I was met by the most perfect white foyer I had ever seen. A big pink peonies arrangement in the center of a round, wooden table, and a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Stairs on both sides of the foyer, and a Degas’ ballerinas painting in the back. He put me down and rounded my waist with his arms, resting his face on my shoulder. “Do you like it?”
“How can you ever leave this place? It is the most perfect spot in the world.”
He turned me around, picked me up and put me over the round center table. His lips crashed with mine, when his tongue pushed my lips I decided that I didn’t give a damn, I was going to crash the peonies arrangement with my ass because I wanted him, right there, in that moment. He stopped kissing me and put his forehead against mine. “Welcome home, Katherine.” Before I could react, he kissed me again and carried me to the stairs.
One of his hands was on my ass and the other pushing my head against him. We hadn’t been together for less than 48 hours, and he was devouring me as if this was our last time together. We passed a white wooden door and he pushed me against the wall, his need to put me against flat surfaces was a trade mark by then. It was amazing how I was losing control about a kiss, I knew where the kiss was leading, but at the end of the day it was just an amazing -I want to die like this- kiss.
The hand that was on my head traced its way down to my neck, then straight to my waist. Soon it was leaving that zone to go to my breast. He cupped my right boob with his full hand and pressed as proving its size. By then I could feel him iron hard against me, and that just increased the need and want for him. One of my hands, which had been safely located on his neck, went down and pulled him by his tie against me. I bit his lip and started panting, his hands on me and those kisses were enough to drive me crazy.
His free hand traced my leg and pushed the skirt of my dress up. He felt me up over my cotton nude knickers, which by that moment were completely soaked. There was something absolutely erotic in him touching me so intimately while we were completely dressed. He started pressing himself against my center, his fingers moving in the same rhythm against my knickers, and I felt I was going to die if he kept playing this sick game. Blue Eyes stared at me and smirked, he knew he was capable of making me come even when he was not touching my skin.
He kissed me and carried me to the bed. “I want you in our bed.” Our, he was a sex talker, this was his bed, but the idea of “our” bed just made a trick in the already horny me. He left me lying on the bed, kneeled in front of me and after analyzing my body with his sexy smirk for an eternity, he literally ripped my wrapping dress open. “Where do you want me to touch you, Katherine?”
I smiled at him, moved my hands as if I was about to point my own body and stopped. You wish Berkeley! I don’t need to touch myself! I motioned him to come closer with my finger, making him believe I was going to whisper kinky stuff to his ear. Just when he was close enough I pulled his tie, undid it and put my hand over the bulge on his pants. “I want you to touch my hand.”
The way he gasped when I touched him made the hotline voice I made worthy. While licking my lips I undid the buttons on his shirt, removed it and went for his pants. He wasn’t moving, just watching me undressing him. He helped me to remove his slacks and I touched him again over his boxer briefs. With my free hand I took his right and put it over my breast. I waited until he started moving and I touched him in the exact same way he was touching me. The distraction of his kisses was a main part during sex, but that night he was just staring at me. When the interaction was starting to be too much for me I gasped. “Dylan, fuck me.” I had never said those words, ok, I’ve said them with other angry meaning, but if there would be a moment when they would be appropriate it was in that second.
“No doll, first night in our bed, I’m not fucking you. I’ll make love to you.” His lips crashed against mine. Finally, he removed my bra and went for my knickers, I was already pulling his boxer briefs down. His kisses went to my jaw, and just when he was entering me, he bit my neck. There was pain and pleasure in every spot of my body. “I told you I was going to bite you whenever I wanted to.” That stupid smirk was again on his mouth, but by then I couldn’t care less.
Opposite to his roughness, his pace was slow, gentle, soft, just as his tongue against my tongue. I knew it was not time to talk, but I was too curious. “When did we start making love instead of fucking?” I could hardly breathe, so that phrase came out in soft, low gasps.
“Since the first time, but it was too soon for you to accept it, doll.” Just to make me stop talking, he grabbed my hips and entered me harder, the pace becoming violent and crazy. The world stopped for a minute, this was the best moment, my world went black and the stars appeared, I screamed his name and just behind, he came inside me. I was thinking about how improper it would be to send my doctor a thank you note for the contraceptives that he prescribed for me since the accident. Feeling Blue Eyes exploding inside me was absolutely perfect. He kissed me hard while emptying himself and then crashed against me over the bed. “I was dying to take you in this bed.” Exhaustion took over us and I started to fall asleep over his chest with him inside me. “You are not going to put your underwear back on?”
His question was a little more incisive than I would have liked it to be. Yeah, my pathetic self-esteem always forced me to cover myself after sex. But I was too tired and way too comfortable to move. “What’s the point? You will rip it out in an hour or two, it’s safer on the floor.” He laughed and kissed me before putting both arms around me and went to sleep.
We woke up, and after eating Mrs. Danvers’ pancakes, we hurried to the ceremony. We were running late after some shower “activities”. I was no longer my –you are too fat for this town- size 6, but a more –you are almost acceptable- size 4; so my Bottega Veneta light pink dress looked a little big on me. Blue Eyes was looking at his finest, his pristine morning suit was the most perfect thing I had ever laid eyes on. It made me stare at him like a teenage girl the whole ride from home to the church.
I was lost in those blue eyes, while Dylan was on the phone, both of us standing by the top of the stairs, outside the church, when I saw Marc walking towards us. Soon I noticed that just behind Marc, Michelle was holding his hand. My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
The red bridesmaid’s dress Chelle was sporting, made more visible that her belly was completely swollen. Her face was rounder and her hand was strategically positioned over her stomach. She was pregnant, the kind of -I am about to explode- pregnant. My legs started shaking, my hands sweating, and soon Dylan was holding me. “Did you know?”
He whispered to my ear. “Do you think I wouldn’t have told you? I can’t believe they didn’t tell us.”
Michelle was staring at me with dreadful eyes, she knew she was in big trouble. But to her surprise, I just opened my arms and she ran to me. I held my best friend, even when her mas
sive belly was between us. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She started sobbing like a little child. “Katie, I wanted to tell you in person and then you got in that car crash! I am so sorry baby, please, please tell me you forgive me!” Even when I didn’t think it was possible, pregnant hormones made my best friend a little more dramatic than usual, which meant ultra-mega-huge-drama queen.
“Don’t cry Chelle. How long?” She looked super pregnant, this was not a sudden event; in fact it seemed as if she was going to deliver during the ceremony. But, then, I was not thaaaat surprised, in fact the only reason this didn’t happen earlier, was because Sixteen and Pregnant didn’t exist while we were sixteen.
“I am six months. But before you get angry I learned about it when I was three, and then I wanted to wait until I could see you, and then you had the accident, and I thought it would be better to wait to tell you in person.” She was rambling, trying to spit out the facts and avoid conflict.
I tried to make my voice soft to avoid attracting curious stares to us. “How do you feel about this darling?” Suddenly, calling her “bitch” seemed a little inappropriate.
“The happiest I’ve ever been Katie!” She was, she had what she always wanted, love, a family, someone to share the amazing person my best friend was.
In a completely uncharacteristically fashion, I took her in my arms and hugged her as I had never hugged her before. “I love you and I am crazy happy for you and Marc.” I wiped one of her tears. “Don’t get used to this, since this is the first and last time I hug you like this. And if you tell Kevin that I softened a little because of a baby, I’ll tell your parents you don’t know who the daddy is.” She laughed between sobs.
Marc walked to me, it appeared as if both men were trying to remain distant from the war that they were expecting. “Hey auntie Kate!” Oh God, this kid is still the cheesiest man I know, and now he’s going to be a parent! I hugged Marc, while Dylan hugged Michelle. Spencer walked to us, noticing Michelle’s belly and went to grabbed both Michelle and Marc at the same time.
“Congratulations guys! I can’t believe this!” Apparently Marc kept Michelle hidden in a basement. No one knew about this, and it shocked me how I had been so immersed in my problems that I didn’t suspect something was weird with my best friend. “Guys I need you to come with me, we are about to start.” Spencer took them with him and I entered the church by myself, while they started taking their places to begin.
I had always hated weddings. Starting with the dreadful, ‘You don’t need an extra ticket, right? Because I would really use your plus one!’ to the proper conduct of ‘Sit straight, eat properly, say hello to old, boring people, engage in conversation with lame familiars, and be in your best behavior to catch some guy’s attention’, to my own personal hell, ‘You better fight for the bouquet, since you are the one who needs it the most’. But even in the middle of that torture, there was something that had always taken my breath away, the groom’s face when he sees the bride for the first time.
I didn’t pay attention to Dylan entering with Chelsea’s sister, or Marc and Michelle showing of their new state. My eyes were glued to Spencer’s face. And when the moment came, he delivered as expected, his eyes got all watery, his jaw clenched and just a tiny smile spread on his face, that reaction could only be classified as true love. Chelsea was a lucky girl.
The ceremony was perfect, well, almost, the only awkward moment being when during the vows Dylan stared at me in a creepy way. Well, a hot-creepy way. He gauged all my reactions to the words, and made me more nervous than ever. Who the hell knew where that came from, but I decided to play along so I just winked at him.
“We are leaving now!” Just as the ceremony finished, Michelle came to me with Marc and Dylan behind. “I can’t stand this dress any longer and I need to put myself to bed! This”, she pointed to her massive belly, “is killing me!” Marc came behind her and took her weight over him, second display of love that I witnessed in the day.
“You can’t leave me! Please!” Without Michelle, this would be a boring and long wedding. People are overemotional during this kind of event, and I was not willing to endure it.
“I have to darling, but I am so happy to see you Katie! When are you going back to New York?”
“I know, M. I’ll leave tonight.” I was supposed to stay until Sunday, but I have a thousand things to do.
“What?” Dylan got closer to me with murderous eyes and ignored Marc who was trying to distract him.
I removed my arm from his approach. “I have to work, you know this.” I made myself taller, stood to my full length and waited for his next bitchy comment.
“We really have to go, so you better behave!” Michelle and Marc hugged us goodbye and Dylan dragged me to the car without a word. We could barely go more than 24 hours without a stupid argument.
We hated each other during the ride, and as was socially expected, we acted as naturally as we could when we arrived to the party. We were pretty cynical, but lots of the vices of our surroundings stuck on us. Not making a scene during a wedding, was kind of a law for us. We could stab each other later.
Dylan didn’t direct a word to me for the first 30 minutes of the reception. All that time a parade of women came to our table. All of them trying to catch Berkeley’s attention, who acted as polite as possible. A light touch on his arm, a wink and even a kiss on his cheek, were part of the display, not one of them noticed me, or gave any kind of importance.
I decided not to react, I was not going to give him the satisfaction. While I was boring myself to death, I noticed that this place wasn’t that different from home. All the girls had nose jobs since high school and got their first liposuctions for their 25th birthday. They were what was expected, perfect, and they deserved perfect men, men like Dylan.
My mental analysis was interrupted by Blue Eyes’ hand on my chin pulling my eyes to his. “No.”
“What?”
“The answer to everything you are thinking is no. No, they are not better than you. No, they are not what I want. No…well…that would be some, I have just slept with some of them.”
I fucking hated how he could read my mind so easily, but we had only a few hours before I had to fly to New York to bitch about it. “Oh God! You give yourself too much importance thinking you have all my thoughts. Since I was thinking about the menu and since you appear to know all the answers, can you enlighten me?”
“Unless you are part of that menu, I don’t give a damn.”
Interrupting our stare duel, the wedding coordinator came to Dylan. “Mr. Berkeley, after the first dance of Mr. and Mrs. Bradley, they want the Best Man and the Maid of Honor to join them.” Chelsea’s sister, Maya’s mother, had been Dylan’s partner during the ceremony.
“Sorry but I’m sure Marianne, will feel more comfortable dancing with her husband. And I will definitely feel better dancing with my girlfriend.” He never broke eye contact during his conversation with the poor nice lady who had her plans spoiled. He put a hand over my knee in a popular move well known as “branding”. He wanted to make it a little more obvious, as if it wasn’t, that I was the so called “girlfriend”.
She was blushing, visibly uncomfortable with our exchange. “Ok Mr. Berkeley, I’ll tell Marianne about the change of plans.” She was really nervous, but she never had a chance with this hot jerk.
“You didn’t have to do that Berkeley.”
He smiled, that -I will rip your knickers- smile. “I just want to dance with you doll.” And in a world like ours, this man always got what he wanted. Just after the first dance of the newlyweds, we hit the dance floor to the sound of ‘Return to Me’ by Dean Martin.
You would think that being an only child would make you enjoy being the center of attention. But being Berkeley’s date was like being under a fucking microscope. The hands of Blue Eyes resting on my hips, almost erased the uncomfortable feeling of being scrutinized by Chicago’s society, almost. All the girls in the room were jud
ging how I was not good enough to deserve Berkeley, I could feel them staring.
“You are perfect.” The voice of my hot dance buddy interrupted my thoughts.
“Trying to get lucky Berkeley? I am not sure if I want to sleep with a slut who has slept with half of the room.”
He smirked in that pain in the ass way that he enjoyed too much for his own good. “So you are really jealous, Katherine?” His hands pressed me against his body. “I love you jealous.”
“Shut up jerk! You can’t talk about jealousy, you almost kicked Wood’s ass just for talking to me. And we were just friends then.” Voila! The stupid smirk was out. The way he got crazy mad when I talked to his lawyer still made me curious about it. We weren’t together back then and he was already acting crazy possessive.
“I was right to be mad. You were being nice to him, you are never nice to anyone. If I had to earn the kindness in you, every man has to do it too. And since I’ve already earned it, no one else can have it.”
I swear that if he didn’t smell the way he does, I would have left already. “God! Are you always going to have this sense of entitlement? You want me to be a bitch Berkeley, and that’s crazy,” before we got into another argument I continued, “but you are handsome enough to be as crazy as you want.” He laughed and twirled me.
We danced, and danced, and acted as a normal couple, as normal as we could be. For the first time a wedding was not dreadful for me, and I even noticed he was acting a little more relaxed, not as uptight as he usually was. We were in the middle of a song when I noticed little Maya frowning in her seat. “What is it, princess?”
“I want to dance, but I can’t find Mommy or Daddy.” Berkeley kneeled to be eye level with her.
“Would you dance with me Maya?” She turned to see me with a big smile on her face, I smiled back and nodded. Soon Blue Eyes was carrying her and dancing with her. I picked my phone and took as many pictures of these two as I could. I knew this was not regular behavior for Dylan, but I really liked a relaxed Blue Eyes and I also was a crazy stalker and took advantage of every opportunity to get his picture taken. That’s what little kids do, take your guard down. Even cold ass Berkeley couldn’t resist beautiful Maya.
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