"Our private jet is waiting for us, Mrs Greyson." I chuckled into her ear.
She loves hearing me call her that. It's been a few hours since we got married and she refuses for me or anyone else to call her anything but Mrs Greyson. She doesn't answer to Charlotte, Charlie or Char. She only answers Mrs Greyson or wife.
Her leg was draped over my waist while we lay in bed.
I was rubbing her clit gently, just the way she likes it. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and my hard shaft was resting on the inside of her thigh. Everytime my fingers thrust in and out of her and left her trembling from orgasms and begging me for more, I grabbed my cock and rubbed it in between her folds. Then I made sure to press it against her core ... gently at first and then hard so I can tease her because I know it's not my fingers or the tip of my penis that she wants.
My wife wants my entire cock inside of her.
I couldn't believe how wet she was.
She was soaking ... dripping ... it made me want to go back between her legs and bury my head in there while I held her down and felt her tremble and scream as yet another orgasm rolled through her body.
"Husband", she breathed through her orgasm. "You're my husband."
"Yes, I am." I devoured her lips again.
We're married.
I'm still struggling to wrap my head around that.
As of 10am this morning, Charlotte is my wife and I'm her husband. I've wanted this since I was nine years old, but I still can't believe that I am actually married to her.
The second she stepped out of the hospital, she told me her biggest fear is dying with Ericsson as her surname. She said she hadn't realised just how much that scared her - dying with her mother's surname when she still hates her so much.
So she sat me down, started telling me about how for her bearing my name means more than just telling the world she's married to me. She told me she wants to bear the name of someone who's proven over and over again that he loves her and that she's worthy of being loved even if sometimes she doesn't think that herself.
I was going to protest and explain to her that I want the whole world to know when I marry her. I want it to be the biggest and grandest affair and I want her at the centre of it all.
However, I kept quiet when she started talking about how my family is the only family she has ever been a part of. She said mom, Belle, and even Christian were always her family and she couldn't wait an entire year to make it official. She wanted to be a Greyson.
So I had no choice but to cave in.
We went to court this morning. She wore the most beautiful snow white two piece and paired it with a light veil. We exchanged our vows infront of a judge, Christian and his new friend, Jona and Nigel, and mom and Belle who joined via video call. Even Joshua was there. She insisted that he be there.
It wasn't how I imagined marrying her, but I wouldn't have it any other way because I've never seen her that happy.
She was glowing and she couldn't say her vows fast enough because in her own words 'she didn't wish to spend another second as anything but Charlotte Greyson'.
Just like that, we got married and we decided the wedding that's going to be held next year will serve as our one year anniversary instead.
I wanted to have my way with her right there and then while I kissed her and everyone cheered and Christian's friend, Ritika, threw white rose petals at us.
She looked radiant.
However, me having my way with my new wife and celebrating for the first time as husband and wife had to wait. I had to attend Lauren's hearing.
"Fuck me, husband." She whimpered. "Please. I'm your wife. Don't make me beg."
Fuck.
Her little baby bump was between us, practically screaming at us that soon we won't be able to fuck in this position anymore. It will keep growing and soon I'll only be able to take her from behind.
My penis was still pressed hard against the entrance of her core. I started sucking on one of her brown nipples to prolong teasing her as much as possible, but I was losing this battle.
I need to be inside of her. If it were possible, I'd put another baby in her right this second.
So my penis thrust inside of her.
She's so fucking wet, that I had no choice but to keep stretching her walls.
She tried to moan again, but I swallowed it in a kiss before it could leave her lips.
Her leg was going further up my hip, giving me more access to thrust in and out of her. Her hips were rolling around and I was busy making sure her behind got the attention it needed while I fucked her.
All she was doing was moaning and crying.
I was hitting her g-spot hard and slow and no coherent word was making it's way out of her mouth.
She just wanted her husband to fuck her senseless before I flew us out to Paris.
"Talk to me, Charlotte Greyson." I trailed my lips against hers. "Talk to your husband and tell him how good he's fucking you or else he'll stop."
She answered me with more cries, whimpers and moans before I crashed my lips against hers yet again and put her leg all the way up on my shoulder.
Our movements started off slow, but they were growing faster and harder and harder and faster until she started shaking again.
"You're so fucking wet." I groaned into to her ear. "Does your husband really make you this wet, Charlotte Greyson?"
She cried as yet another orgasm exploded out of her. I fucked her while her orgasm travelled all the way through her body and right as she was about to slump her head against my chest, I spilled myself inside of her and groaned so loud I could have sworn the walls started shaking.
"I love you." Her hot breath hit my lips. "I love you so much, husband."
"I love you too, wife." I kissed her lips long and hard. "So so much. I love you with all that I am."
She tried moving, but I wrapped my arm even tighter around her back. My penis was still inside of her and I wanted it to stay that way. I won't be able to touch her for four weeks after our trip to Paris. I want to hold her for as long as I can before that happens.
"I don't have to go you know." I reminded her once more. "I can ask someone else to go in my place."
"No." She shook her head. "We both know it has to be you. If you don't do it, you risk ruining everything you've worked so hard to accomplish. You pulled off the biggest merger this country has ever seen, Forest. Now the real work begins. None of that work can begin without you. You know that."
I sighed and kissed her forehead.
This is not the time to be travelling; not with everything that's been going on. I should be close to her. We shouldn't be apart.
"Come with me." I whispered against her lips. "You can work from LA next week, Miami a few days after that, then Washington and then too many other states and European countries to list. Come with me and then we'll come right back in time for your operation."
She hid her face in my neck and her fingers started rubbing circles on my chest.
"I just made partner." She kissed my neck. "I can't take off for a month and travel with my husband; even if he is the one and only Lucas Greyson. It won't look good. Plus, I have so many clients that I need to meet over the next few weeks. They're all in the country and they prefer meeting in person. Plus, it's hard to teach my new junior associates via zoom. I'm needed here."
We both stayed quiet for a few minutes and let our situation sink in.
She just survived getting poisoned. If it hadn't been for Joshua and my people watching over her and Jona, they could have died. I've made sure that the Mitchells have their assets frozen so that all their resources can be taken away. They shouldn't be able to do anything. I've turned everyone against them and made sure not a single person will help them.
However, I'm still not at ease with anything.
Lawrence Mitchell is not the type of man to go down quietly. He's the type to go down kicking and screaming and who will light everything on fire and take down whoever he can with him. If he can't win, then he'll want everyone else to lose.
He's planning something. I just don't know what.
"So, we just have to hope you don't get poisoned again or something worse?" I asked her. I tried not to sound angry, but I couldn't hide my irritation with how uncertain things are at the moment.
"I have Joshua." She tried to appease me. "He wouldn't let a hair on my body get hurt."
I pulled her in closer. Joshua messed up before. What's to stop him from messing up again?
"I don't want you going anywhere without him." I tried to ignore the little voice in my head that kept telling me to just stay with her. "I don't want you breathing without him. Do you get that?"
She chuckled and kissed my cheeck. "Yes, husband." She kissed me again. "I will do as you say."
We fell into silence again - Our first silence as husband and wife while my private jet waited to take us to Paris.
We only have two days for our honeymoon and I plan to make the most of it.
I'm taking her shopping. She'll buy as many designer clothes, jewelery, shoes, art pieces, furniture, cars and property as she wants. Then I'll take her to every beautiful site in the city that I can fit in just two days. I'll take her to a charming village there that I know she will love. Then we'll spend the rest of our trip making love in the most expensive hotel.
We always said the first time either of us went to Paris, we would make sure it's together. She told me she's been to plenty of countries, but she's never been to Paris because she always held out hope that she would go with me.
I on the other hand, failed to keep that promise.
I went to Paris two years after we broke up. It was a way for me to accept that she and I were truly over. I did it so that I'd stop hoping that we would get back together one day.
I wish I'd waited. I wish I'd held out hope.
I took Lauren, Christian, Belle and a few of their friends and we all went together.
We even visited a small town filled with the kindest people who welcomed us with open arms. The locals kept thinking that me and Lauren were dating and I didn't have the energy to tell them otherwise.
She liked it when people kept saying how good we look together and how cute our babies would look. They spoke about little kids with blonde hair and blue and green eyes and it made Lauren squel with excitement.
During those days, I let us hug more, sit together all the time and spend more time together just the two of us.
I think that's when I realised I could never be more than friends with her.
It made sense to be with her and even marry her. I'm a Greyson and she's a Mitchell. Marrying her would have made sense from a business point of view and she was my friend, so it would mean I wasn't marrying a stranger or someone I disliked.
I liked seeing her happy, but I realised I'd never move heaven and earth to make her happy. I'd never be able to think of her as a man should think about a woman.
I wonder what Charlotte was doing then.
While I was busy putting a smile on a woman who now clearly wants her dead, what was Charlotte doing?
Did she see those pictures Lauren and I posted online? Did she see the videos? Did she cry when she saw them?
I followed her on every social media platform. She never posted anything ever again after we broke up. She used to post everything. Her accounts are private just like mine. She never blocked me. She never opened other accounts. She just stopped posting.
Even now, she still refuses to post anything online.
"Thank you for today. I know only shareholders were allowed to attend the hearing so thank you for letting me tag along."
I kissed the top of head.
We went to the hearing right after getting married.
I wanted to drop her off at home or even at work. I didn't want her to attend that hearing. There was no need for her to do that, but she insisted and begged me to let her come with me so I let her.
I didn't look at Lauren even once during that hearing.
It's hard.
I still can't believe that it's come to this. I've stayed my hand and tried so hard not to hurt her and her family for the sake of our friendship, but it's getting harder and harder each day.
I refuse to believe that she was always like this ... this obsessed with me... this blind to her own cruelty ... this insane ...
That's what Lauren is at the moment- she's an insane person who can't seem to see beyond her affections for me.
Each time I see the hundreds of texts and missed calls she's left, I try to think of how she's acted these past few years.
I knew she had feelings for me, but I thought it was a crush that would eventually fade away. She watched me date and flirt with other women for goodness sakes. Not once did she act the way she's acted with Charlotte.
Or maybe she did and I didn't see it because I didn't love any of those women? Or maybe those women never bothered her because she hardly interacted with them?
I have so many questions, but I don't have a single answer to any of them.
All I know is I feel terrible everytime I have to act against her and her family and I'm trying really hard to restrain myself because no matter how I feel about her now, she was my friend for five years and that doesn't just go away.
"You're my wife." I smiled at her. "There's nowhere you can't go if I can go there."
She sighed against my chest. "I felt bad seeing her that way." She admitted. "I don't like Lauren, but I felt bad seeing her life fall apart, seeing her lose you and seeing her cry when she heard you refer to me as Mrs Greyson."
"Don't." I made her look up at me. "Lauren doesn't deserve your pity, Charlotte Greyson. You don't have to feel sorry for her."
She bit her lip and I could tell she was trying to blink them away, but she was starting to cry.
"She loves you." Her eyes flickered with pain. "And I know you love her too."
"Char-"
"I can live with that." She tried to convince herself. "I really can. Five years is a very long time, Forest. You could have gotten married and had kids with someone who doesn't have all my complications. You could have slept with Lauren or kissed her or done who knows what. I'm not mad at you. I'm more mad at myself that it took me so long to find my way back to you."
Her golden brown eyes were glistening with tears.
She's lying. She's mad at me.
I told her repeatedly that I love another woman. I forced her to live with that woman and threatened that she and I would be over if she didn't treat that woman with nothing but kindness.
And I kissed that woman.
Lauren may have been drunk when she kissed me and plopped herself down in my lap, but she kissed me and I kissed her back.
I never told Charlotte about that. It may have happened the night before she and i got back together, but it will still hurt her. She doesn't need to know something like that.
"I only love you." I looked right into her eyes. "Forget about Lauren. Forget about the past. I love you. Even when I tried to forget you and hate you, all I could do was to love you. You're the only woman I want to have a family with. If it's not you, then it's no one. I had already accepted that before you came back to me. I love, Charlie. I have only ever loved you. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded to herself. "Okay."
I could see her already convincing herself that I was lying just so I could spare her feelings. Even now, she still thinks I am capable of loving anyone else the way I love her.
"Come on." I decided to get her mind off Lauren. "Paris is waiting for us."