by KC Royale
I was blissfully surprised and happy, he was my fairytale come true. What a great story this would be for our future children.
He was my first love, and now we were getting our happily ever after. He was a great boyfriend, and he was so good to me. He only had eyes for me in school, out of school, in front of my parents, in front of his aunt and uncle, because he was always in need of me. Me. He was in love, and I knew he was, because I was too. The way he’d touch me, it was almost as if he worshipped my body, as if he was in awe of me. My growing need to feel him deep inside me, was becoming an addiction that I had a hard time controlling. I craved him and his kisses, I craved his body sliding against mine. I craved him so much, it was as if he’d become like a drug to me. He held my hand when he’d picked me up for school, or when he’d take me on dates. He had stopped trying to fight his feelings to be near me, since the day he’d seen me cry, and I, in turn, stopped fighting mine. It was so much better to give in to the passion between us that was all-consuming. Blair had a hard time with it all, and boy, did she show it. Her daily calls and texts to me had slowly turned into weekly calls or texts. Her visits and sleepovers at my house had turned null and void. Her joy and happiness to see me at school had turned into something weird, something strained, something fake.
When she made some crappy excuse as to why she couldn’t attend my birthday dinner a few weeks ago, I knew our friendship had truly run its course. It was strange that she felt upset, I liked him first, but she didn’t seem to care about that when she went after him. But after he dumped her, things changed dramatically, and no one was ready for that, not even me. JP had made his intentions to have me very clear to Blair, after dumping her, that’s when it all started. Now, he was telling everyone I was his girlfriend, and that he loved me. For someone with a reputation like JP, to be proudly in love, was a very huge deal. I was thankful that the school year was now over, I really needed to get out of there. It was becoming claustrophobic, even for me.
Blair was the only classmate who knew we were now engaged. Because the jealousy and tension that was directed as us for simply dating, was outrageous. But now, it was time to graduate and leave it all behind me. Walking across the stage was an amazing moment for me, especially when I looked out into the crowd to see my family. It was a great day for us all, Blair, and my fiancé included, because we all graduated today. After tossing our caps in the air, the hall erupted into applause and shouts of glee, it was a nice sight to see everyone so happy. We all started to move out of the aisles, and a few minutes later, I felt two hands around my waist from behind me, making me yelp. “Shhh.” He whispered, close to my ear. I didn’t need to turn around to confirm who was touching me, because I could smell him. I was very familiar with his scent by now, and I smiled, leaning back into him. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today, baby?” He muttered, close to my ear, making me shiver.
“No, not today. In fact, I haven’t been kissed either.” I teased.
“Hmm... My future wife will lack nothing, let me take care of you, baby.” He spun me around, his lips smashed into mine, and he devoured me in the middle of our classmates. Well, our ex- classmates, we were high school graduates now. When he pulled back from me, we were both panting and I actually felt a little dizzy. Dizzy with lust, and I could tell he was right there with me. Our bodies were pressed against each other’s closely, as we looked at each other, making silent promises for later. I brazenly ran my hand down his crotch, to feel how hard he was for me, as he groaned softly.
“I see you have a need to release.” I purred, as I smiled at him.
“I have a need for you, baby… and soon.” He breathed.
“We don’t have time, we both have dinner with our families. Are you ready for that, I’m not so sure I am?” I could feel his erection begin to deflate, and I giggled at him, he looked so embarrassed. I was sure the thought of my parents would make any man who was in love with their daughter, and had somehow convinced her to marry him, deflate. It hadn’t been an easy process for them to accept things, but it was happening anyway.
“I’m sorry, JP, I wish they were more supportive of us and our plans.” I kissed his cheek.
“Baby, we will be fine. We don’t need anything from them financially, and that’s solves half the problem.” He stated. He talked about his trust fund a lot, but I would also be excited if I was inheriting a fortune. He always told me how he would always take care of me, and how lavished we would live, once he gained access to it. But all that didn’t matter to me, I just wanted him.
“It’s not all about money, JP, I need my family to not secretly hate me.”
“They don’t, no one can hate you. You’re sweet, generous, feisty, loyal… Fuck, Kat, you're perfect baby. Perfect for me.” He uttered, close to my lips, and I smiled as he kissed me again.
“I hope so, I don’t need money or things to love you, JP. I would always take you just the way you are, Johnathan Asshole Pierce.” I teased, he then grabbed my ass with one of his hands, and pulled me closer to his body. I could feel him, hard against my stomach, as he growled with desire. We were surrounded by students, and the noise was deafening, but all I could see or hear was JP. My JP. I slid my hands up his chest, and I dug my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. We gazed at each other, slowly panting, while again, making silent promises of hot and steamy sex later on. He then smirked and winked at me, as he released my ass and grabbed my hand, and silently led me through the crowds and out of the hall. After an hour of saying our goodbyes, and me talking to Blair for a few minutes, JP and I had finally located our families. My family, and JP's family, were all headed to a steakhouse for our celebratory dinner. I was happy they all would finally meet each other, but it was not the pleasant evening that JP and I hoped it would be. Our celebratory dinner started off fine, because there wasn’t any talking going on, but the tension grew thicker by the minute. When the talking did start, our dinner became a debate amongst the adults at the long table we all sat at. The rest of us patiently tried to eat, trying to ignore the ruckus that was brewing around us. But what started off as a disagreement, quickly escalated to a heated berating of JP’s family's parental qualifications. Yes, JP’s aunt and uncle had no children of their own, but that still didn’t mean that they were not able to be good guardians to their nephew. JP was seventeen when he moved in with them, so he was already raised by then. They took him in, and tried to give him a stable environment, since his grandmother was moved to a nursing facility and could no longer care for him.
But none of that seemed to matter, and it didn’t stop the bashing, that was a real horror to witness. I had never seen my parents this riled up, and I think I was in shock, as I sat there, while JP held my hand under the table. Of course my parents thought we were rushing things, and making irrational choices that we would later regret. But JP’s aunt and uncle supported us one hundred percent in our marriage plans, and our plans to defer college for a year. So, regardless of the arguing and disappointment I would cause my parents with my decision, we married that next day and I couldn’t have been happier. I was now Kathleen Toth-Chamberlin Pierce, but I decided to drop my maiden names, and just go with, Kathleen Pierce.
Chapter 9
WE EXCHANGED GOLD wedding bands and made it official. I was excited, but a little nervous about being a wife so young. I knew I wanted this, and that to me was more than enough. I would be the best wife I could be to my husband. Our futures were bright and full of promise. Blair would be off to Boston in a few weeks for Harvard, and JP and I decided to delay college for a year and stay in town. We would wait and get settled in our new arrangement of living together, and being husband and wife, then next year we’d both head to our prospective universities. I only hoped that Columbia University would still have me, but I was sure they would. A year break wasn't the end of the world, but yet my parents made it sound like it was. Telling them our plans was like setting off a handmade tornado, and resulted in them not talking to me fo
r approximately six days. But I was eighteen, and I could do what I wanted to do, and what I decided was now my law. JP immediately had access to his trust fund, a week after graduating high school, and he was so excited.
I was happy for him, he was more than financially secured, to the tune of a twenty million dollar trust. I was in utter shock at that number, but apparently he could gain access to half now, and the other half at twenty five. When his lawyer presented us with papers to sign, I nearly screamed out at seeing a ten million dollar cashier’s check presented to us both. It was like winning the lottery, when you’d never even bought a ticket. We signed papers, and I had no clue what I was signing, but I knew he set up a will and some insurance policies for us both. He also set up an account for me, and deposited a million dollars inside, even though I told him I didn’t need that much. We were in his lawyer’s office preparing to receive a check of millions, and all I could think of was how much I loved him. Having him as my husband was the lottery for me. I was so lucky.
“Baby, what’s mine is yours. We have no pre- nup, so I want you to relax and have whatever it is you want.”
“I already have what I want, and his name is JP.” I blushed.
“I second that, KP.” He smiled. “KP?” I repeated.
“Yeah, do you mind?” He smirked.
“Not at all... KP, baby, Kathleen, my wife… your choice. I love you.” I kissed his lips softly.
“Love you, to pieces.” He stated, while gazing lovingly at me.
“I know, me too.” I muttered, and he leaned forward and quickly kissed my lips, as we finished with the paperwork. Soon after, we bought a two bedroom condo, and moved in immediately. I picked out the furnishings, and took a few cooking classes. I became a real housewife, and I loved it. I began to write more, to pass the time, and it became more infinite to me with each passing day. Meanwhile, JP had meetings with his lawyer, and a few business men, a few times a week. He wanted to invest, and start his own business in financing. I supported his dream, and his drive. He was very passionate. The man had a plan, and now that he had his own financial backing, he was unstoppable in his pursuits. He always wanted to go to college for business and finance anyways, and now he was preparing to start up his company from the ground up.
Unfortunately, the meetings became more frequent, and the dinners alone started to weigh on me. I was a new wife, his wife, who now craved the attention of her new husband. Who was now too busy, starting his empire. This wasn’t what I always pictured it to be for a young married couple. A couple who agreed to take a year off to connect, and adjust to our new life. But he was busy now, working on his career and ambitions, so why wasn’t I? His potential new company was consuming him, in the same way I did before he started on this path, and I was becoming jealous. Jealous at the changes that were already happening between us, as husband and wife. He was so young and passionate about what he wanted, I had no doubt that he would succeed. But for me, I still had some decisions to make. I’d always wanted to go to Columbia for environmental studies, and now I was actually considering changing my potential major to creative writing. I was learning first hand that plans can change in an instant, and it was really fascinating to now be a part of an adult world that is full of uncertainties. During these growing pains, I started to feel fear. Because now as I saw the businessman emerging out of JP, it was a sight to be seen, in both a good and bad way. I was happy for him, for us, and what he was building, but I was also scared that his drive to be a great force in that world, would come with a great sacrifice. A sacrifice that made me shiver at the thought, because I was in no way willing to lose the one thing I valued most… our connection.
***
Three months had passed in no time, and I had just come back home from visiting my parents and siblings. They were so happy to see me, now that things had cooled down, and they finally adjusted to the fact that I was actually happy and married now. I even had a few chats with my mom, about my mild anxieties about Johnathan’s working so much, I just didn’t get it. Who has a twenty million dollar trust fund, and decides to work like he is poor? Isn’t that why his parents left him the money so he wouldn’t have to be over-worked in the first place? My mother told me that it was normal for someone in his position, especially when he has a new wife to care for. I knew she was right, and I was very proud of him. He was amazing at learning the business world, but it didn’t change the fact that I found myself alone for most of the day, either writing or staring at the wall.
I was becoming a little miserable, and I hid it as best I could at first, but it was becoming more than I could handle. Blair was gone, and she didn’t call me anymore, so I was alone a lot, and that sucked. He would go to work, learning the ins and outs of joining the entrepreneur world, and by the time he came home to me, he was so mentally and physically exhausted, that after dinner, a shower, and some passionate love making, he was asleep. Some nights he didn’t eat. He would work in our second room, which was now his home office, or work out in the onsite gym. He was on edge, and under a lot of pressure, so I supported him in any way that I could. I loved him so much, and whatever he needed, I would give him. I just didn’t like that we didn’t have much time to talk about anything other than what he learned today, or when he would need my opinion on what he should do about this and that with his future company. I was so bored, that I actually wanted to go to Columbia and start on time, as I originally planned before I met JP.
I knew it would beat sitting here, doing nothing, and wasting precious time. I was feeling restless, so restless that I actually went ahead and signed up to attend Columbia University in the next two weeks. I would be starting college with everyone who had graduated in my year, it was an irrational decision, but one that I still hadn't told Johnathan about yet. The only one who knew about it was my mother, but she swore to not tell my father until I’d told Johnathan first. But I had been procrastinating for almost a month and now it was getting closer to the orientation. We lived in Connecticut, so I could drive, or take a train, or even have a little efficiency near the campus for myself. The commute wasn’t that bad, but with the traffic in NY, it would be impossible to keep my sanity trying to juggle that in itself.
I had finally entered our apartment from seeing my family, and saw white rose petals on the floor, as soon as I opened the door. I smiled and closed the door, dropping my keys in the key bowl on the stand near the door. I walked the trail that led to our master bedroom, and there was a heart shaped display of red rose petals on our king sized bed. I stepped inside and looked around, I didn’t see him, but I could sense him near. His hands then surrounded my hips from behind me, and I gasped.
“It’s me, baby, sorry if I startled you.” He kissed my neck, trailing his tongue down my neck, and I whimpered at his touch. His lips on me always made my mind go blank, all the while sending my body soaring.
“JP, this is beautiful.” I breathed, feeling myself tingling in anticipation already, his touch did things to me that I still couldn’t understand.
“For you, baby. I know I’ve been working too much, and I wanted to show my appreciation for your patience with me. I love you so much, KP,” he muttered in my ear, and my eyes closed, as his tongue traced the outskirt of my ear slowly. One of his hands on my hip moved lower, to cup my heated center through my dress and I shuddered as a soft moan left me. “Hmmm, you want me baby?” He groaned against my ear.
“Yes, always… I need you.” I told him, and I did, I needed him so badly every single day.
“I need you, too, every day, baby.” He slowly walked around to stand in front of me, running his other hand around my mid-section, as he applied pressure against my heated center, before removing his hand completely. I was trembling with desire as we gazed at one another, my eyes lowered down his beautiful body. He stood there with only his boxer briefs on, half naked, and hard as a rock. My eyes widened at the strain of his erection, against the fabric of his dark green boxer briefs, I felt my mouth watering as I
swallowed. “Not yet, you first, baby.” He uttered, and I looked up to him, and grinned wickedly at how he knew what I was thinking. He slowly undressed me, taking off my dress, and I slipped out of my sandals. He unsnapped my bra, and lowered my underwear, and I stepped out of them. He picked me up, and carried me to the bed, just like he did on our wedding night. We’d stayed in a five-star hotel, a wedding gift from his aunt and uncle. It was a night that I would always remember. Not only was it there that we consummated our marriage, but that was where we committed our bodies to one another for the rest of our lives. That was then, and this was now. I watched him, as he laid me on the bed covered in red rose petals, and the aroma of the rose petals made me sigh. It smelled so good, and the warm duvet against my skin, felt smooth and soft. “You’re so beautiful, god I love you to pieces, baby.” He said, as he lowered on top of me, and kissed me. His hunger unleashed, as our mouths connected, his tongue taking mine prisoner, as he sucked and lapped over mine.He always took so much pride in kissing me, his need to taste me always made known. I tore my mouth away from his, moaning loudly, as he pushed a finger inside of me. My hips began bucking against him, I needed more of him, and I needed it NOW.