Charade: A Marriage of Revenge and Deception

The gay hairdresser finally finishes his work on the bride's hair. "Oh, I did a very good job if I say so myself," he said to the bride, smiling. "Your groom won't be able to hold himself back once he sees you, my dear," he helps her stand very carefully so she can look at herself in the mirror. The door opens and the bride's mother comes in. Behind her was the bride's maid of honor and best friend. "Ah, ah, ah!" the mother screamed, "honey you look so beautiful!" she praised her daughter. "Auntie, she looks so elegant!" the best friend walked towards the bride, attempting to embrace her, but stopped by the gay hairdresser responsible for dressing her. "Oh no, no!" He holds his arm up, stopping the girl from destroying his masterpiece. The bride laughs at them. They all turn their heads at the door when a male voice speaks. "Oh, my girls, what have you been doing?" It was the bride's father, "we're gonna be late for the wedding!" Her mother looked at her watch. " Oh look at the time!" She fixed the bride's dress and "alright, let's go" "Thank you" the bride kissed the cheeks of the gay. At the church, everyone is patiently waiting for the bride. All the guests had already sat down. The groom is already at the altar facing it. And then the car they'd been waiting for had arrived. As the song played, the entourage of the bride starts marching down the aisle. And lastly, the bride marches with her father, walking her down the aisle to her future husband waiting for her at the altar. Her face was glowing with happiness as she looked at the man of her dreams. That dream will become reality in just a few minutes. The groom turned around and looked at his bride. Walking down the aisle wearing a white dress that had long sleeves and a very deep neckline. The dress fitted her body, showing all her curves. A smile grew on his face, he thought, to sweep her off her feet and take her out of this place. Their eyes lock on one another. She licks her lips as she surveys his body. And he smirked at her gesture and dared himself to kiss her right there and then. That which he did as soon as she was at arm's length. To the surprise of her father, who was supposed to hand her over to her groom. And the whole crowd whistles and is awe at the groom's impatient behavior. The groom was kissing the bride even with the veil on her face. The priest faked a cough to get their attention. "My child, please wait in my queue, ehem, before kissing the bride", he whispered to the groom. The bride turned red and bowed her head while the groom laughed. "Sorry, couldn't wait to kiss those lips," he said, and held his bride's hand and kissed her knuckles. Everyone laughs with the groom. The ceremony started and it took almost an hour before they were pronounced as husband and wife. "Now this time my child", the priest looked at the groom, "you may kiss your bride," he said. The newlywed couples laugh as they face each other. He unveiled her face and coped it with his hand as he gives her a deep kiss on her red lips. And the crowd applauded, congratulating them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The reception was held at a restaurant in the hotel building that the groom owned. That's right, her new husband is a millionaire that owns this building. The catering was superb. The new couples danced, cut the cake, and threw the bouquet. The celebration comes to an end in the early evening. And the guests once again congratulate them before they leave. The only people left were the bride's family. "Kate darling," her mother calls to her, her dad behind his wife. "Mom! Dad!" She hugged her parents, "um, thank you so much!" happiness was evident on her face. She is glowing, so much in love. "Mr. Montenegro, Mrs. Montenegro", her husband, Ulysses, called his new in-laws, "thank you for giving your daughter to me". He raised his hand to offer a shaking hand to the parents of his wife. Her mother brushed her hand in the air. " Oh hush," she said, "call me mom, mother, or Diana. Choose your pick" she smiled at her son-in-law. "Mother then," Her mom kissed his cheeks, "take care of our daughter, son" Her father tapped his son-in-law on his shoulder. Ulysses looked at his father-in-law's hand and smiled at him, " Father", he nodded. "Take good care of my baby, okay?" "Mom, dad!" Kate's childly complaint. They all laugh afterward. The couples send their parents to their car that is waiting in front of the hotel. After saying goodbye and watching them leave, they turned around and entered the hotel again, stopping at the elevator that would take them to the top where his penthouse was, and where they would stay from now on. The elevator stopped at the top and they stepped out, but before they could walk any further, Ulysses lifted his bride and carried her towards their room. Kate was holding onto his shoulder tightly. "I'm gonna fall!" She screamed while laughing. The new husband smirked, "no you're not!" And kissed her temple. He stopped at the door. "Mrs. Hemsworth, would you please open the door?" Ulysses was grinning as he looked down at her. She turned the knob around "certainly Mr. Hemsworth" They crossed the threshold into the living room. A long couch, two love-sits, an oval center table, a 60" flat screen TV hung on the wall, a complete sound system at the other side of the room. On the right side is the modern-style kitchen. A long island where you can prepare some food. And on the whole side of this penthouse, the glass window from floor to ceiling, you can see the view of this incredible skyscraper. Ulysses let Kate slide down and stand on the floor. Kate turned around to look at this room, home, her home from now on. She walked around the living room, touching the couches, the expensive stereos. She looked at her husband and smiled, "fancy" she said to him, "you have a very fancy home." Ulysses walked to her and pulled her to him, his hands on her waist gripping her tightly. "You could have seen it earlier, had you agreed to come with me every time I ask you?" He smirked. She smirked at him. He's been asking her to come to his penthouse but she firmly declines to say it's inappropriate for a woman to come like that. But the truth is, she doesn't want to have a s****l relationship with him besides a little kissing. She wants to give herself to him on the night of their wedding. And this is the night. Their first night. Kate coped with his face and kissed him hard. "I know, but hey, tonight I'm yours." "Oh, I will not let you rest, wifey, I promise you that" he teased her. He kissed her as he guided their bodies towards the bedroom. She didn't notice what was happening, she just noticed that she had pushed down the soft bed with her husband on top of her. And that's when she noticed that her dress was already gone. How did he do it? She was dumbfounded. Ulysses gets up to remove his clothes. Slowly, unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes surveyed her almost naked body. Admiring her beautiful, flawless body. Kate bit her lips as she saw his perfect, eight-packed body. She lifted herself up to sit at the edge of the bed. She traced his pack, awe was in her eyes. "Wow," she said. "Never knew you had such a perfect body." "And it's all yours, wifey" he slowly pushed her on the bed again. He kisses her lips, sucking them like never before. She moaned again, he left her lips and went down on her neck and further down her chest. She moaned louder and her hand grasped his shoulder when his lips landed on top of her right breast. Electric shock consumed her whole being. It was the first time that she had experienced this sensation. He smirked as he looked at her face turning red. "Are you overwhelmed by this sensation wifey?" He asked as he unclasped her bra. "Ahmm" she moaned sweetly, "yeah" she shyly admitted, looking into his eyes. He took her hands and put them above her head "but I haven't even started yet" and he gave her a hard kiss. He holds her hands as his other unbuckles his pants. She moaned and breathed hard as she felt his hard member on her lower part. "Uly" he called to him, it's the nickname she gave him that she often used when she was in high tension. "Shhh," he silenced her as he kept pushing his pants and boxer down on his knees and to his feet. He lifted his head a little and she could see his hard member standing up. "Y-you're so big" she gasped. She couldn't take her eyes off him. "Will you fit?" He chuckled "oh it will fit wifey, I assure you", he kissed her neck as one hand coping her breast and the other tugged her lace t-back until he pulled it off her. Now she is completely bare naked under him. "So, so beautiful," pecking her breast one after the other, "and I'm glad I waited for you babe" Kate copes his face and kisses him "and I'm also glad I waited for you," her hand traced down his chest and further down until it found 'it' in her hand. She gently grabs the part that makes him moan and breathe hard. "Sh*7!" He cursed, he took her hands again and put them above her head. "I can't take it anymore". He kissed her again as he positioned himself at her entrance, "are you ready?" She nodded as she felt a piercing pain strike her as he pushed himself inside of her. "Ah!" She screamed, tears forming in her eyes. Ulysses kisses her eyes "it's okay, I'm nearly there" and he pushes further again. He intertwined their fingers above their heads as he continued pushing inside her. "I'm all inside, I'm all inside" he whispered in her ears. "Are you okay?" She nodded again. " Yes, you can move", she urged him. He kissed her again and then he moved. In and out, pumping inside of her again and again. She breathes hard, moaning louder, screaming his name "Uly!" "Come for me baby," he told her as he kept thrusting inside her again and again. "Come!" "Ahh!" She screamed as she clasped their hands tightly and she could feel him pouring inside of her. He grabbed her hair as he poured everything inside. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ulysses' POV I was sitting at the edge of the bed. Looking at my wife peacefully sleeping on our bed. She looks so exhausted. Well, I did tire her, making love to her more than five times last night. I sighed and stood up, walking towards the balcony, watching as the sun peaked over the horizon. I slightly bent over the waist-level wall and clasped my hands. I heard her moans inside. I turned my head inside the room and saw her sitting up. Pulling the bedsheets up to her chest, covering her nakedness. I walked back inside and she smiled as she saw me "morning husband". She greeted me. I just stood at the bottom of the bed looking at her. She frowned that I didn't even greet her back. "Something's wrong?" Her smile disappeared. "I'm done," I said, my hands inside the pocket of my jeans. "this charade is over." ====================================================================================