William sat on a chair beside Elly holding her hand and crying; his tears dropped on the floor, clearly visible on a white surface.
"How much are you going to cry?" Said, Elly.
"I don't know," said William. "I'm just happy; these are tears of happiness."
"Thank you for what you did. My parents told me about it," said Elly in an embarrassed manner.
"I'm sorry for coming earlier..." William wipes his tears, "if I was a bit early, I could've saved you."
Elly squeezed Williams's hand and said, "you don't have to blame yourself, William. It was my mistake and my stupidity that made me believe him."
"You can not blame yourself," said William.
"Listen, we can talk about the past and sulk in sadness, or we can talk about your Wedding?" Said Elly with a massive smile on her face.
Seeing her, William also smiled and replied, "yes, the wedding is tomorrow."
"I'm sadder about not being at your wedding," said Elly.
"I know it's sad, but doctors order," William said.
"Your engagement ring is beautiful," said Elly admiring the jewels on the ring. "It suits you."
"Yup," William said, smiling and thinking about tomorrow.
"When did he propose to tell me everything." Said, Elly.
William told her everything from the engagement to dating and living together, how he met his surrogate mother, and how she gifted him an exquisite necklace because Philip's mother couldn't. Still, William didn't tell her about the circumstances of the engagement because he himself didn't want to think about those times.
He wanted to love Philip how he is now, not the one who blackmailed, threatened, and sexually assaulted him. William told her Philip almost killed the two guards because they apprehended him.
Elly looked happy seeing her best friend finally delighted; her eyes glimmered with blissfulness. William's face always lights up when he talks about Philip.
William said his goodbye to Elly, kissed her, and left although she couldn't attend the wedding, she was happy to be alive.
WILLIAM'S POV
I couldn't contain my happiness that Elly woke up. I was entering the hospital when I saw her dad and asked him how she was doing, and he told me she woke up this morning from a coma.
Sitting in my car, I told the driver to take me to the spa. I decided to spend some time there to relax and get my Meni Pedi for the wedding. My aunt has been blasting me with messages telling me to do this and that, but in the end, she told me not to worry. She'll handle it. Everything was under control. My family was ready and checking things last minute.
Uncle Boris was a big help with the wedding; he helped with catering and venue planning. Philip told me to get a wedding planner, but I told him my aunt wanted to plan the wedding.
I chose my 5-year-old cousin to be the flower girl. Nina would be my maid of honor. I didn't want bridesmaids because Philip had only a best man, his friend Henry.
'bzz, bzzz bzzz bzz.'
My phone rang, and I saw Philip's name. I answered the call, "yes, sweetheart."
"I miss you," Philip said.
"I miss you too." I replied, "why did you call?"
"I'm hard, William," Philip said.
'Why does he say things like that when I'm in public' making me blush.
"You have to wait till tomorrow," I replied.
"I can't wait. I want to fuck your thighs." Philip said.
"You can fuck me tomorrow after we get married," I replied.
"I miss you so much; come back home," Philip said.
"If you don't wanna talk about anything else, I'm hanging up," I said.
"Wait, be careful, okay? And always have security with you when you're not here; it worries me." Philip said
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll have bodyguards with me all the time." I assured him.
"And if anything happens out of the ordinary, call me immediately, okay?" Philip said adamantly.
"I'll call you if anything happens, don't worry, sweetheart. I don't wanna see wrinkles on your face on our wedding day because you kept getting worried," I told him jokingly.
"I know you're joking, but please be safe and call me if anything happens. I can't wait to get married."
"Me too, but I gotta go now. I arrived at the spa bye!" I said and hung up the phone.
As I walked into the spa, I felt the stress and excitement of my upcoming wedding day melt away. The soft lighting and calming scents immediately put me at ease. I had booked a private room to be alone and relax in a sauna.
The spa attendant greeted me warmly and showed me to my room. As I settled in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of luxury and indulgence. I had mollycoddled myself before, but today was different. I was about to marry the love of my life, and I wanted to be perfect for Philip.
The beautician came in and gave me options. I started with a facial, and the esthetician explained each step of the process as she worked her magic. She applied a gentle cleanser to my face, followed by a soothing mask that left my skin feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. The warm towels and massaging motions of the facial were incredibly relaxing, and I found myself drifting off into a peaceful state.
Next up was the Meni Pedi, which I had here before. I also booked the beautician who did my facial when I came with my aunt and Sarah. The manicurist trimmed my nails and pushed back my cuticles, followed by a gentle exfoliation and massage of my hands and feet. The warm water and soft touch were incredibly soothing, and I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks.
As the treatments came to an end, I felt a sense of gratitude for this moment of self-care. I had been so focused on the wedding and Philip because if I didn't give him my attention, he would only hover around me and make sure everything was perfect that I had forgotten to take care of myself. But now, with my skin glowing and hands and feet feeling soft and smooth, I felt ready to take on the world.
I left the spa feeling renewed and refreshed, ready to marry the love of my life and start this new chapter with a clear mind and an open heart.
PHILIP'S POV
As I sit in my office, surrounded by piles of paperwork and people vying for my attention, my mind wanders to thoughts of my beautiful William. It's hard to focus on work when all I can think about is when we'll exchange our vows and become husband and wife.
I try to push my thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand, but my mind drifts back to him every time I sign a paper or answer an email. I can almost feel his presence next to me, and I long for the moment when we'll be together again.
The office feels suffocating, and I yearn for a moment of solitude to clear my mind. I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is all part of the process and that the paperwork and meetings are necessary to ensure our future together.
But even as I try to rationalize my feelings, I can't help but feel a sense of impatience and anticipation. The thought of standing at the altar tomorrow, with my beloved by my side, fills me with a sense of joy and excitement that is hard to contain.
As the day wears on, I find myself daydreaming more and more, lost in thoughts of the love we share and the life we'll build together. The papers and people around me fade into the background, and all that matters is our love for each other.
With every passing moment, I grow more eager for tomorrow to arrive when I can finally become his husband and begin this new chapter of our lives together. Nothing else matters but her and the love that we share.
...
The man known only as "The Boss" sat in a dark booth in a seedy bar, his face obscured by shadows. He was joined by a man named Tony, a longtime associate of the Boss who was known for his ruthless tactics.
As they spoke in hushed tones, the air around them seemed tense. They discussed their plans for taking out their target, Philip Harald, who had somehow crossed the Boss and now posed a threat to his power.
Just as the conversation climaxed, The Boss suddenly stood up, causing everyone in the bar to freeze. The mere presence of this man was enough to command respect and fear.
Tony followed suit, and they began to make their way out of the bar. As they passed by the other patrons, each one bowed their head and stepped aside, a sign of deference to the power that The Boss commanded.
The Boss was a towering figure with broad shoulders and a thick neck that seemed to be built for violence. His eyes were piercing, and his jaw was set in a stern expression that seemed to say he would brook no disobedience. On the other hand, Tony was shorter and wiry, with a face that bore the marks of countless street fights. His eyes darted around the room, always watching for potential threats.
As they made their way outside, the air was thick with tension. Clearly, The Boss and Tony were not to be trifled with, and anyone who dared to cross them would pay dearly for their mistake.
To be continued...