Weeks past after the disturbing visit wrath of Malia. They finally was in a rush to get married. Plans was made and everything, family & friends was invited. What Malia didn't say is that when she does get married to Cray. Their will no longer be a divorce involved. Malia was sitting across the street from the wedding that was at the Golden fair Garden. Malia fitted right on in with a sparkle, dress from Vera Wang, while her hips spoke for herself without her speaking, and her cleavage brought attractions left and right from the married men, groomsmen, and including the single men.
For the first time, she didn't try and that made her feel great but it wasn't going to be a perfect wedding day. One of the grooming men came near but Malia moved to the other side of the room, where they had drinks. She grabbed the champagne as it was given to her by a gentlemen that was serving.
Cray's mother approached her madly. Malia sipped her drink calmly without a flitch. I knew I smelled a pot of piss here. What are you doing here? You weren't invited? How did you get in? Asked the elderly woman.
Well, nice to see you too. I'm here to congratulate your son on his bigamy marriage. Don't forget our arrangements. Said Malia. Walking around her mother - in- law to go into the library. Malia calmly goes in the library, looks around. Imagining what her life would look like being part of an lenetti family. A man followed her in the room, closing the door behind him, and locking it. Taking off his jacket without a sound. Malia wasn't paying attention to what or who was behind her. She didn't know she was going to be picked up or fucked by Cray's best man.
Cray's world was crashing, his so called friends was turning against him. The world that cray lived was dark and evil and the things that he did were coming back to get him but in a different world, and a different way.
The man came up to Malia and kissed her, grabbing her thighs, roughly touching her back, aggressively kissing her neck, craving her body. Malia wasn't going to say no, which she knew that both of them didn't have respect for Cray but that was alright with them. They finally dumped everything off the table, to have a little Quickie in the presences of Cray's father's office. Malia's legs opened wide, she wasn't concerned about getting pregnant, she just allowed however he wanted to do to happen.
The wedding was about to continue. Malia and Greg was in the Library having sex without shame. He kept stroking and pushing inward one last time before he stopped. His pants was all the way down to his ankles and that was beautiful that men wanted to throw themselves at her. She never had that but almost hitting 30. She needed it.
I got to go! I'm Greg by the way!
I'm Malia!
Greg stopped what he was doing and looked at her closely. I didn't recognize you. Oh, Fuck! Your beautiful! I just fucked my best friends wife.
Malia cocked a smile. Ex-wife. She said fixing her dress walking around him proudly. Opening up the door to walkout. People were lining up at the wedding, finding their seats. Perfect cake and the perfect wedding.
Malia stood in the back, watching the false bigamy, boogie, marriage that she seen. At least her wedding wasn't smelling like hard liquor or weed. His friends didn't have any respect for him, they came in with a hard scent of drugs. When they said their vows, everybody raised their glass at the same time and Malia did the same.
When dancing, Emma was the only one on the dance floor dancing. Her sexuality was powerful that the men was looking while their wife stood their. Emma's body was craving for Cray's affection but he didn't pay any attention when they kissed. He only kissed her cheek and now, while dancing, having everyone's attention, he was over to the other side snorting coke and pretending to eat cake. Emma stopped dancing, looking everywhere. When Emma looked up, Malia raised her glass to her, giving her a nod and then walked out.