The Runaway Sub (Book Three)

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Love is not a game and my heart is not a playground.

-A. E

Darcy

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The venue was a really nice, spacious area located downstairs at a hotel and I observed in awe the designs of the reception area. It was obvious that Carr and Roni chose red and white as their wedding theme and as my eyes roamed the scenery before me, it was correct to say I was completely caught off guard when my eyes landed on both brides' parents.

Specifically, Carol's mom, Rosa Paige.

She was chatting up a storm with her husband Austin Paige and I smiled as he pretended to be interested by the words coming out of her mouth. No doubt it would be some very strict views of hers when it came to her daughter and this 'lifestyle". Before my eyes could look away Mr. Paige saw us and I half smiled as he made his way over.

"Hey, its Darcy, right?" He greets, coming to a halt near us.

"Hey Mr. Paige, yeah it is... am, Carr invited me?" I answered unsurely.

"Oh? Well it's really nice of you to make it. I know you girls were good friends and all..."

He paused when his eyes finally landed on the girl besides me and I mentally scolded myself for being rude and not introducing her. She was as silent as a cat standing next to me and I passed her a guilty look before the bride suddenly joined our group.

"Hey dad." Carol says as she first greets him.

"Hey, kiddo."

He pulls her into a half hug before excusing himself and I nodded respectfully before watching at his retreating back. Turning my attention once more to Carr, I realized her eyes were stuck once more on my 'date'. My own eyes roam over Carr's attire and I inwardly approved of her body fitting white dress that flowed all the way to the ground. It was a far cry from the traditional wedding gown with just a beautiful yet simple design at the front making me all too aware that she had changed after the ceremony was over. The tightness of the dressed made her small breasts look way too inviting and I wondered how they stayed up without any straps. My mind was brought back to the now as she spoke to me and I shook my head mentally as I tried to focus.

"-you could make it." She finishes with a smile as I zone back in and I flash a smile out of politeness.

"It's been a really long time since we hung out or even spoke and I do apologize for being such a pompous ass."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Oh you were, but how can I blame you? I probably deserved it."

She smirked at me and I smacked my head as realization hit me. "s**t, congratulations on the wedding thing."

"Oh thanks. It's pretty rash and whatnot and I know we didn't wait a whole year like normal couples do but I know what I wanted and I would be damned to wait a year just to show the world she was mine."

There was a faint smile on her lips and I knew she was thinking about her bride, whom I was yet to see. Her eyes once more goes to the girl besides me and Carr clears her throat before awkwardly glancing back at me.

"Oh, am... this is..." what was her name again? "This is a friend of mine." I cleared my throat and awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck. "I hope it's not a problem that I invited someone to your reception."

"No, no. It's okay. It's fine, I just-"

"Hey you!"

She was cut short by her wife- weird thing to say- and I exhaled at the much needed save.

"Hey baby, guess who's here."

Veronica Wilson, Carol's wife and the girl who actually stole her from me, if you can really call it that, was wearing a shorter white dress, equally beautiful with spaghetti straps and a nude stiletto.

I smiled politely as she finally made eye contact with me and I could have sworn I saw a hint of annoyance on her delicate features before it was instantly replaced with that perfected smile of hers.

"Hey... long time, huh?"

"Yeah... just drop by to say hi and am... congrats on the big day."

"Thanks."

She smiled that smile again before possessively wrapping her arm around Carr's waist and dragging her away with a pathetic excuse of going to greet the other guests.

I withheld my eye roll and headed away from the entrance and towards the seats set out for us to sit. There were surprisingly a lot of people that turned up for a 'gay' wedding and I raised an eyebrow as I watched some people on the dance floor while others sat and ate, chatting up a storm with each other.

"Why did I let myself get talked into coming here?" I groaned as I wanted nothing better than to be at home masterbating to some p**n or even at work, venting my frustrations.

My eyes connected with the girl who still sat quiet next to me and she looked away as her cheeks became slightly coloured.

"You don't have to look away from me... I'm not your mistress here, I'm just a friend."

She still remained quiet but started to fidget with the hem of her dress and my mind became distracted by the smooth skin currently being exposed. The dress she wore tonight, that I had chosen, was a simple sapphire mini dress that hugged her figure in all the right places and had me currently itching for a taste of her.

A waiter came over with some champagne and I instantly refused as thoughts of my previous drunken state scarred my memory box.

"Are you thirsty?" I asked and once more her face coloured, indicating how shy... or was it embarrassed, she was.

She shook her head and subconsciously nibbled on her lip, causing my downstairs to heat up and a groan to become stuck in my throat.

"At least let me get you something to eat."

She still remained quiet and avoided my eyes but at this point I was so done with her behavior. I sighed as my expression hardened and I pulled her chin up, forcing her to face me.

"When I speak to you I expect to be paid attention too." I snapped, loud enough so she alone could hear.

She instantly tensed and her eyes held mine for a spilt second before responding.

"Y-yes... L-lady Faye." She stutters.

Before I can correct her my eyes caught wind of a movement and I turned in time to see a very angry Jane storming over to me. I immediately drop my hold on her chin but my words were stuck as Jane came to a halt directly in front of us. Her hands on her hips as she stood her ground and her angry glare directed at the silent girl besides me.

"Who the heck are you?!"

"Jane-" I stood up, blocking her vision and causing her to slightly lift her chin to face me and I caught sight of the hickey I left the night before.

"I invite you to the wedding and you dare to bring one of your w****s here." She hissed, trying not to draw attention but barely concealing her anger.

"She is not some w***e Jane! She's a person and-"

"And my name is Asha!" She snapped back, drawing us both to her and surprising me with the sheer confidence and authority spoken in her words. Cudoos baby.

Jane folds her hands and turns back to me, eyebrows raised. "Wow, it doesn't take you that long to replace me, huh?"

"Excuse me?! You're the one that supposedly has a boyfriend and failed to mention that last night when you willingly parted your legs for me."

Jane looked taken aback by my harsh words and before she had a chance to react a guy my height but with nerd glasses and looks to kill suddenly appeared, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her close before placing a kiss on her cheeks.

"Hey baby, been looking for you."

Reign in your anger. Don't feel, don't break, don't show.

I allowed my face to transform to my perfected blank look and watched as her expression immediately changed to one of guilt and a hint of hurt before she too masked it and turned to pull him into a full hug, kissing him flush on the lips. I wanted to roll my eyes at her childish behavior and just out her but the girl-Asha, puts a firm hand on me, barely bringing me back to reality.

I looked into her Amber eyes and took a deep breath before nodding and allowing her to lead me back outside. My temper was just below the surface, all mixed together with my betrayal and hurt but I'd be damned if I let her see that vulnerable side of me.

I caught Jane's mom staring at me and when our eyes connected she gives me a sly smile that all but read how she won... won at what? Who gives a s**t.

Asha's hand tightened on me and I took another deep breath before exiting. I was itching to just bury my misery in the softness of Asha's touch and as we continued to walk in silence, that was the only thing that occupied my mind.