by Alice Tribue
Table of Contents
Unspeakable Lies
Copyright
Other Titles By Alice Tribue
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Unspeakable Lies
By:
ALICE TRIBUE
Published by AMT Publishing
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Translation of Love (Of Love #1)
Desperation of Love (Of Love #2)
Shelter You
Unspeakable Truths
Contractual
For the awesome readers who asked for more Luca and Everly this is for you.
“Tyler, do you take Everly to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do,” declares Tyler, his deep voice cracking slightly.
My own eyes are now moist with the threat of unshed tears. His beautiful smile shines down on me, making the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I turn my head to the priest as he begins to speak again.
“Everly, do you take Tyler to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do,” I agree, joyfully tilting my head up and looking into Tyler’s chocolate brown eyes, the tears pooled in them reflecting my own. This is the kind of moment that every girl dreams of, the happily ever after that we read about when we’re little.
“You have declared your consent before the Church. May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with blessings. What God has joined let no man divide. Do you have the rings?”
Tyler nods, turning around and taking the rings from his best man. As he turns, I take in the sight of him; really look at this man standing before me. I love the way he looks in his black suit and tie. Tyler is slender with lean, well-defined muscles. His light brown hair is short and perfectly groomed for the occasion. Tyler likes to look good; he’s always so well put together. He takes pride in his appearance—even in sweats and a t-shirt he looks styled to perfection. He’s tall; so tall that he hovers over me. Even in the highest heels I could find, I still have to look up at him. His thin lips and perfectly chiseled nose make him look almost like the typical boy next door.
I focus on Tyler as he shakily picks up my left hand and grins as he slides a platinum diamond band on my finger.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” he says softly, so low that no one past the first few rows likely heard him.
I wipe away a stray tear then turn to my maid of honor who hands me his ring and turn back to Tyler. I take his hand in mine repeating the same words he’s just spoken.
“With this ring, I thee wed.”
“You place these rings upon each other’s fingers as a visible sign of your vows this day. And now by the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. Tyler,” the priest calls with a smile on his face, “you may kiss your bride.”
His lips crush down hard against mine and my arms wrap around his neck as cheers erupt throughout the church. Two hundred of our closest friends and family attend, but I don’t see any of them. I barely register the fact that they’re here at all. The only thing I know is that we did it—that, as of this moment, I’m Tyler’s wife and he’s my husband. Mine. And this is the day I’ve been waiting for since I met him on campus four years ago.
We slowly break apart, and I swear it feels more like a fantasy than reality. Tyler looks down at me with his perfect smile and whispers, “I love you, Mrs. West.”
“I love you, Mr. West.” I giggle as he takes my hand to lead me down the rose-covered aisle and out of the church. Life with Tyler hasn’t always been perfect, it hasn’t always been easy, but my life is so much better with him in it. I’ve never doubted his love—not once. He’s steady, grounded, and focused; that’s what I love about him and Tyler would do anything to make sure I’m happy. He would move mountains if it meant giving me something that I want. How can I not love someone like that?
The rest of the day passes in a series of beautiful scenes filled with happiness and laughter. Endless food and alcohol are consumed; music fills the air as our guests dance and mingle. It’s been prepared to be the wedding to end all weddings as two prominent families are united through our love for each other. Everything is as it should be, everything is right with the world, and I’m afraid I might burst because I’m so full of joy right now.
“The moment I saw you in that first class, I knew I was going to marry you,” he tells me. My arms wrap around Tyler’s neck as we sway back and forth to the beautiful ballad.
I laugh and shake my head at him. “Confident, huh?”
He always says he knew…well, hoped, from the minute I walked into my Econ class that he and I would be together. I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. I’d had a crush on someone else, but it didn’t take long for me to reciprocate. Something about Tyler got to me. It was more than his looks, although his dark brown eyes and killer smile didn’t hurt. He had a level of confidence unlike anyone I’d ever met before. It poured out of him, making him almost infectious to be around. Getting to know him and spending time with him became almost necessary to me.
I remember being the envy of every girl in that class when he and I were paired off together to do our semester project. We spent a lot of time together studying and researching during that time and every day we grew closer and closer until I finally realized I had fallen in love with him. That’s all it took for us to become inseparable, for us to become Tyler and Everly, and now look at us—married and about to start a life together.
I place a chaste kiss on his lips. “You know, if I could have created my dream man from scratch, he would have been you. I know now that you were meant for me.”
“Mmm, baby, I’m going to take you out of here in a few minutes and show you exactly why you’ll never regret getting mixed up with a guy like me.”
I lean into him and resting my head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh.
“I could never regret you, Tyler; you’re the love of my life.”
“And you’re mine,” he replies, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
We wanted to make sure to thank every last person who came to celebrate our day with us, so we stayed at the reception till the end. It’s after midnight when Tyler and I stumble our way back into our room for the night after the last guests have left the banquet hall located inside the hotel. It’s a gorgeous beachfront hotel, the ideal location for a wedding and convenient because many of our guests decided to spend the night here, too. I stand in the middle of the dimly lit
room in my stunning ivory wedding gown, fitted at the top making it almost skintight, and then flaring at the bottom in a mermaid style. The back is see-through with a seam of tiny pearl buttons running up my spine. The details and appliqués are stunning and hand sewn, making it a one of a kind dress. Anticipation courses throughout my body as Tyler pours two glasses of champagne and hands me one.
“To my beautiful bride and the beginning of our life together. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”
“To forever,” I toast in agreement.
I take a long sip from my flute before placing it on the small table. I step back slowly, watching Tyler take a drink, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach around my back and release the first of many buttons that hold my dress together.
“Let me,” he whispers, putting his glass down and making it across the room in two strides. He circles me until he’s behind me and slowly begins to take out the pins of my hair, releasing my elaborate up do. Once he’s satisfied that he has them all, he uses his fingers to shake out my hair until it falls in soft waves, framing my face.
I sigh as he kisses my bare shoulder, making my body shiver with excitement. His fingers lightly travel up to my ear where he removes my earring then gently tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. This earns a gasp of shock from me, and I’ve barely recovered before he removes the other earring.
My body grows warmer with Tyler leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, shoulders, and finally the top of my dress. I feel his powerful hands begin to undo the buttons, my dress getting looser as he opens each one.
“Hands up over your head, wife,” he teases softly. Giving me a command is very unlike Tyler. He’s more about asking me what I want, letting me tell him what will make me feel good which is nice…but I really like this.
Hearing him call me his wife is strange, but it’s strange in the most incredible way. In the way that makes me believe that dreams do come true because from the moment I allowed myself to fall in love with him, Tyler West has been my biggest dream. To forever, I think to myself as he continues his sweet seduction.
I lift up my arms for him as he bends down and gathers the hem of my dress in his hands. He effortlessly lifts it up over my head, tossing it on a nearby chair. His hooded gaze scours the entire length of my body, taking in my bare breasts and the flimsy strip of ivory material I was assured were panties. I can see the exact moment when his eyes pool with desire; it’s the same moment my desire pools between my thighs. The look in his eyes is almost too much.
“Jesus, Everly, you take my breath away.”
I say nothing in return, just stare at him trying my best to memorize his face, memorize how he is looking at me right now. I don’t know why I do it—but it feels like it’s important, like I should never forget how he looks at this moment. I didn’t think it would ever be possible to love him as much as I do or love him more than I did when I woke up this morning, but right now, I think I just might. It’s the most beautiful and scary feeling in the world to put yourself out there like that, give your heart away so effortlessly to another person.
“Sit down on the bed,” he demands in a husky voice laced with desire.
I do as he asks, backing up until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. I lower myself down until I’m sitting and facing him. He reaches for his glass and gulps down the rest of his champagne before striding across the room and bending down before me. He reaches down and grabs hold of my ankle; he releases the strap and slides my bejeweled shoe off my foot. Once he’s divested me of both shoes, I reach down and begin to unbutton his shirt while he undoes his cufflinks.
I waste no time in shoving the shirt off his shoulders while he helps me slide it off. Tyler gets to his feet, pulls his undershirt over his head, and starts to remove his pants.
“Slide back and lie down for me, baby.” His voice is even hotter than before, he’s taking control in a way that I’m not used to, and it’s only getting me more excited. His words make me even wetter, needier for him; he’s never been like this before. I do as I’m told while he takes care of the rest of his clothing; I shudder as I take in the sight of him in all his glory. Tyler. My husband. Mine. For as long as we both shall live. He’s my life now, my world, and I intend to make him as happy as he makes me.
He climbs onto the bed, crawling up until he’s hovering over me, and we’re face to face. His eyes burn into me, filling me with a heady combination of love and lust.
“Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”
I let out a sigh and smile shyly. “So are you.”
“I love you, Everly. I fucking love you so much. I promise you that no matter what, no matter what happens, I’ll always take care of you.”
“Make love to me, husband,” I whisper, keeping the tears at bay. No wife has ever felt this happy because there’s only one Tyler, and he’s all mine.
To forever…
The shrill sound of a nearby telephone wakes me. I open my eyes and try to get my bearings. It takes me a second to realize that I’m at the hotel. I peek over my shoulder, and Tyler is still sound asleep. Who could possibly sleep through that ringing?
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the receiver, bringing it up to my ear.
“Hello?”
“This is your courtesy wake-up call,” says the voice on the other line.
“Thank you,” I reply before hanging up. I throw my head back on the pillow and stretch my arms up over my head.
“Ty, we have a flight to catch, babe,” I groan out mid-stretch. Excitement starts to build at the thought of Tyler and me on a beach, sipping drinks and soaking each other up.
I roll my head to the side and smile at the sight of my sleeping husband. My husband… I still can’t believe that we’re married.
“Come on, Ty. We have to start getting ready.”
He turns his head to squint at me. “It’s still early, babe. Our flight isn’t until later.”
“I know, honey, but by the time we get up, get ready, and have breakfast, it’ll be time to go. The airport is over an hour away. Did you take into account travel time?”
I hear a low chuckle escape from his lips. “All right, go hop in the shower. I’ll be up by the time you’re done.”
I smile at him. Tyler has never been a morning person and getting him out of bed is always a challenge, but he’s right, we have time. “Okay. But you better be up by the time I come back in here,” I say. I place a quick kiss on his lips and make my way to the bathroom. I take a few minutes inspecting my reflection in the mirror, funny… I know it’s silly, but I thought I’d look different as if getting married changes you somehow.
I take my time in the shower, enjoying the feel of the warm water on me. I imagine that Tyler is probably still in bed, and I think about the things we could do together if I just went back into the room and crawled in beside him. Tyler knows me like the back of his hand; he knows exactly what to do to set me off and with him, it’s always sweet. From the beginning, it’s always been about making love, expressing how we feel about each other intimately. I don’t know if it can get any better than that. Although, it was a nice change when he was a little bossy in bed yesterday—that might be fun to explore in the future. I turn off the shower and dry myself before wrapping the oversized towel around my body. I towel dry my hair and run a brush through it before exiting the bathroom. As I walk back into the bedroom, I notice that Tyler is up and dressed already.
“You’re actually up already?” I question with amazement. “Aren’t you going to take a shower?”
He walks over to me wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in for an embrace. “I’ll grab a shower when I get back, babe. Luca dropped by and asked me to give him a ride home. He spent the night at the hotel, too, and apparently his date ditched him last night.”
I make no attempt to hide my annoyance when I use my hands to push at his chest enabling me to disengage from him. “You’re joking, right?” It comes out as more of a warning
than a question.
“No,” he sighs. “It’ll take me a half hour tops, babe. He’s my best friend; what do you expect me to do?”
“How about telling him to call a cab?”
“Is that what you’d do if Morgan knocked on the door right now?”
He has me there; I’d never deny my best friend anything, but Luca is different. He’s always been a source of contention in my relationship with Tyler. He and I have never gotten along, and I hate the fact that he has the power to cause tension between Ty and me.
“All right, fine. Go. You always come to the rescue where he’s concerned.” Arguments like these are not uncommon for us, but the day after our wedding, when we’re about to go on our honeymoon… Even I can’t believe this shit.
“Please don’t be that way. He’s like a brother to me,” he says reaching out and grabbing my hand. “But you…you are my wife, and we’re about to leave on our honeymoon and have an amazing time. It’ll be just you and me.” He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing a kiss on my neck. “And when we get to Antigua, Ev… I’m not letting you out of the room for at least twenty-four hours… At least!” he declares with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
“You promise?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I let out a sigh; he knows he’s won me over already.
“Get yourself dressed and ready, and I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll take you to breakfast on the way to the airport.”
“All right, but hurry up.”
“I will.” He releases me and grabs his keys off the nightstand. “I love you,” he calls out right before he reaches the door.
“I love you, too,” I say with a sigh. He stops and looks at me, his hand resting on the doorknob; he looks torn.
“You’re really upset about this, aren’t you?”
“It’s just that this is our time. It’s supposed to be about us, and I thought maybe just for once, you could forget about your loyalty to Luca. Just once.”