Zoey’s p. o. v
Two years later.
Today is the day I get married to the love of my life, the man of my dreams, my childhood sweetheart. The same man who held my heart even after breaking it, he still held it for years.
Maya, Sophie, and Lucy were my bridesmaids, they have been part of my life since everything settled down two years ago. I gave them promotions because I can’t have my best friends at the bottom of the food chain.
“I’m so happy for you.” Maya hugged me giggling, the excitement written all over her like it’s her wedding.
“Welcome to the married life.” Sophie teased. She got married last year, to her boyfriend.
“Best wishes my love.” Lucy threw flying kisses at me.
Just outside the church, we stood waiting to go in. They held each other’s hands with me in the center, while the prayed for me and the success of my marriage.
This what I called friends, praying for your good will.
As I walked down the aisle with my Dad, I felt like my life is complete. Everyone present in the hall stood up and watching me come in, I can see my Mom sitting in front with Marco’s family.
Smiles in all their faces, except Marco’s Dad. I chuckled out, I didn’t expect him to a smile on his face. I have never seen him smile before, I heard from Camila that he only smile at his wife.
A trait Marco copied from him, but right now, there’s a gigantic smile on my man’s face. I locked my gaze on him, my heart beat fluttered to a slow rhythm.
“Dada.” My little happiness called, he was walking in front of me, but that was until he saw his Dad in the altar.
He ran to Marco, who crunch down and carried him in his arms. The crowd howl in laughter at my son’s action, he’s going to be like every first son of this family I can see that.
My dad squeezes my left-hand gentle and reassuringly.
One would think that I have hated the Alfonso’s family, but I don’t have even the tiniest bit of resentment against them. I believe everything that happened on earth has already been fated and predestined to happen.
It’s only unfortunate that my birth parents has to die in the Alfonso hands, but I am grateful I get to be raised by this beautiful couple.
They raised me with love and enough care even though they didn’t give birth to me, it’s unfortunate that they couldn’t bear kids. I am the only child they have, and they are the only parents I recognize in this lifetime.
They’ve gone through hell for me, I can’t repay them by denying them their right as parents on me.
Dad passed my hand to Marco, who gladly grasp my hands. His hold on my hand was soft and smooth, he brought it to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on it.
The priest went straight to the vows, he didn’t go through any formalities. Like giving advice to the bride and groom, neither did he ask the audience of who is against this union.
I strongly believe this is Marco’s doing.
We took our vows, and it was time to exchange rings, I went first. Wearing Marco his ring, when it was time for Marco to give his ring, he did something that nobody expected.
The almighty Mafia king, Marco Alfonso, knelt down in front of the crowd, and slipped the ring on my finger.
The crowds were howling in laughter, commenting joyfully and wishing us well. But I toned them out focusing on the man before me, on his knees not caring about the crowd.
A man who installed fear in his rivals’ heart, knelt down before me in front of the whole world. Picture fly over the place, I don’t need anything to tell me that the internet is bustling right now.
He even went as far as kissing the finger wearing the ring, he stood up and pulled me in for the longest mind-blowing kiss ever shared during wedding.
I, personally, think he’s losing his self-control, his arms went around my waist, trapping me. Trailing one hand over my back, while the other one can to cup my boobs.
The crowd went wild more, cheering and clapping for us.
I had to stop Marco before he went overboard, and fuck the hell out of me right here.
He wasn’t satisfied as he wanted to go back for more.
“Not here baby.” I told him.
His eyes are already turning black, he clenches his jaw, clearly not happy.
“Be ready to stay in bed for days.” He advised, I couldn’t hold in my laughter. “And also to have another baby in that flat stomach, I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my seed again.” He promised, I blushed hard.
What the hell is wrong with this man, I thought to myself. He pecks my lips, before finally letting go.
Deep down I can’t wait either to bring another child to this world for him.
“Congratulations baby.” Mom came to hug. “He’s impatient.” Mom teased, gesturing towards Marco.
He refused to smile, he seemed impatient indeed. He met my faze and held it until his mom came to hugged me today.
All his family with were eager to hug and congratulate me, as if they were just meeting for me the first time. I am the lucky person to get married into this beautiful and united family, they’re welcoming and loving.
It didn’t feel like I’m a stranger marrying their son, it was like I’m a part of them.
“Baby, we are leaving.” Marco came behind me, his breath fanning my neck causing the hair there to stand.
“To the wedding banquet?” I asked.
Yes, we prepare a banquet to host our guests.
“No, to Paris for our honeymoon.” He announced.
What? The city of love? Over the last two years, I’ve traveled around with Marco for his business trips. But each time he goes to Paris he never brings me along, now I understand he was preparing it for our honeymoon.
Oh! How I love this man.
I am extremely grateful to God, that I get to marry the man I love if after all challenges and trials. And I get a family that loved me and accept me, I can be happier and satisfied.
I feel fulfilled and accomplished.
Now I have my man all to myself.
“Let’s go.” I replied, Marco seem shocked by my response. He must have assumed that I will argue with him to stay for the banquet.
He quickly recovered when he realized that wasn’t the case, I want to be left alone with my man. To have mind-blowing sex, and lovemaking, I want him to fuck me senseless.
Wink.