She was pinned to the wall with both wrists held by Dimitri, she was wearing a cream lace nightwear that has it linen under the bust flowing to her upper thigh, the lace did no little to cover her bust, both side and her back then it reached just under her bum.
Her golden locks ruffled and down on her shoulders giving her the sexy look her face was bare of any makeup aside from the little lip gloss she put on to avoid her lips from being chapped and a little blush on both cheeks.
His eyes traveled up and down her body again then he smirked. He put her both hand in one of his and used the free to caress her left cheek to her shoulder blade then he puts her hands above and leaned in so his mouth was close to her ear.
“Hmm,” he bit her ear a bit and pecked her lips.
Then he buried his face at the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent making a gasp to escape her lips. He placed a kiss on her neck and traced her neck to her cheek with his nose till he was face to face with her.
He opened his eyes and watched her with her eyes closed and lips slightly agape, he smiled and leaned back a bit and that made her open her eyes with a frown on her face and a needy body.
She cleared her throat and tried to wriggle out of his hold but he didn’t let her go, instead, he kept her in place and still watching her flush under his gaze. He really was enjoying himself at the moment and she was not liking it one bit.
She couldn’t keep eye contact with him and flushed whenever she met his. His eyes reverted to her lips when she bit her bottom lip and he gulped at the sight, he looked back at her and caught her already looking at him but she averted her gaze again.
“Tell me,” he said huskily and she gasped again.
Looking back up and straight into his eyes with the little boldness she was able to gather. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths in and out before opening them to looking into his hazel ones.
“No–not that i-i-i w–w-wear something like this I just don’t dress for people” if it weren’t for her hands that were pinned above her head she wanted to smack her head at how she stuttered.
“So you wore this for me?” Dimitri asked lazily gazing into her eyes and it made her week to the bone yet again.
“No, i-” she cuts herself up when he began to lean in before closing his eyes and dipping his head down…
She opened her eyes looking everywhere in the unfamiliar room. Her heart was racing and she placed her hand on her chest to even her breathing.
‘Where am I?’ she wondered as she kept looking around the room that has white curtains covering what she thinks to be a floor-to-ceiling window. She tried to remember what brought her here, then she remembered her dream.
“He was going to kiss me?” she asked herself with furrowed brows, remembering when Dimitri leaned in to kiss her.
She felt her cheeks warm up and she placed her slightly cold finger on them and blushed the more, she was actually into it as he was. It was a dream but she didn’t resist him and tried to remember what made him pin her against the wall.
Then her eyes opened wide and she looked down at her body and sighed in relief to see that she was wearing her gold dress from her wedding yesterday. Yes, her wedding with the fine Dimitri Lorenzo.
And she is now Mrs. Dimitri Lorenzo. She brought her finger up and looked at both her engagement and weeding ring and sighed.
She wondered how she had that nightwear as she had never seen such, wore such, or bought such. Then she remembered how he looked at her when she was wearing the nighty and her cheeks flushed again and thought she might turn to a volcano with her constant blushing.
Then the door to the bathroom burst open revealing a dripping wet Dimitri with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was using another towel to dry his hair and walked till he stood in front of the dresser.
She admired his body, as he continued towel drying his hair. She never got a chance to look at him shirtless, even the ones on the internet, she never cared to look at them and thought it was a waste of time. And now seeing him with nothing but the towel on and water dripping down his fine-toned body made her cheeks go warm again.
Here she was having a dream about him and now he is in his towel, can this get any better?
‘Audri, you’ll be fine’ she mentally encouraged herself.
***
“Are you sure she is fine?” Audriana asked for the eleventh time pacing their supposed hotel room.
“Yes, I am sure Audri, she is perfectly fine. She doesn’t want you to worry yourself about her but enjoy your honeymoon” Sofia said at the other side of the line.
She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed then ran her hands through her hair.
“If you say so then, okay. But please extend my love to her and tell her I will see her soon, okay?” she said and the bell rang “I have to go now, someone’s at the door. Bye”
“Bye,” Sofia said before disconnecting the line.
She put the receiver back in its place and went to answer the door. She took a hairband from her wrist and put her hair in a ponytail.
Opening the door she saw a man in the service clothes with a medium-sized brown box in his hand.
“Good afternoon Miss, this package came for you a minute ago,” he said handing it over to her.
Confused as to who would send her a gift to where she was having her honeymoon when no one except their families knows.
“From who please?” she asked with her brows still furrowed.
“Said from a friend” he replied and turned to leave.
“A friend?” she asked and he halts in his step to turn to her.
“Yes, ma’am a friend”
“Are you sure it is me who has this package?” she asked again to confirm. There might be a mixup who knows.
“The delivery guy said to Mrs. Audriana Lorenzo,” he said and she nodded her head. He turned and left and she was curious as to who this friend was.
She closed the door and walked back to the chair she was sitting on before placing the package on the table. She examined the package properly and saw that a note was glued to the box. She moved closer to read it.
‘I am always watching’ it says.
She furrowed her brows at the note that came with it. It seems strange, whoever sent the package with such a note and there weren’t any initials. It possibly couldn’t be from Sofia.
The only wedding gift Sofia said she is entitled to from her is kick her husband’s ass if he messes up. If not Sofia then who? There is only one way to find out and that is by opening the box to see its content.
She took a pair of scissors from the table and poked the sellotape then drew it to the other end of the box. When she did that a stench came from the box and she scrunched her face in disgust feeling the need to throw up.
When she finally opened it, she let out a scream and ran to the bed.