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"Y/N!" Your mother called. You're getting ready, making sure you are perfect. Covering every imperfection, every scar and freckle. They aren't ugly, but men are men.
Your dress was bunched up around your waist as you make sure your tights under the dress were on right. Your eyes are covered with long lashes because of the mascara. Making sure he couldn't see your scared eyes properly.
Whoever the man was, he was going to be your husband, all you were for is sex and something pretty to be clinging on the mans arm. Maybe to have a baby or- three. Preferably all sons. If you didn't? Well fuck you. And for all three of those? You need to be hot, even when you're pregnant.
So to your surprise not you got a bunch of water proof, smudge free makeup to wear to bed and sex and swimming. Just in general so he didn't have to see you. You were to be a model. Not a normal woman.
You looked at pictures of you growing up cleaning out your bedroom shoving them into big brown moving boxes. You smile fading in each Polaroid and photo, your pink dresses turning grey. It was too much. You were truly only a child, 19 years old or not.
You walked out of your big estate, the rain running down your umbrella, as you kept your form straight and proper. Walking to the limo parked out front walking into it sitting down on the limo seat as it drove away from your childhood home. So it was bad memories? That was all you knew.
You felt lonely as the car drove in the distance, your hands shaking but the rest of your body still. You only knew what was taught there, now you're stepping into the outside world to teach yourself, maybe have a horrible life like you were raised to have.
The driver helped you out of the car as he walked you to the gate of a gigantic house. The flowers were blooming, the gardeners waving to you with bright smiles. You were picturing something like the batman cave but the bats were dead or something. So seeing the warm setting outside didn't seem too bad. It's like they all knew who you were and why you were coming.
But they seemed so happy. So maybe, maybe this wouldn't be too bad. Maybe he was young and nice. But still, it was stressful, having to marry a man you've never met, maybe he was an asshole. Maybe the only reason why they seem happy is because if they lose this job, it would be bad since the man pays so much.
You walked into the house, a cold blast of air blasted in your face. A chilly shiver running down your spine, maybe from the cold or the fear of you not being able to be free again.
You felt demented, deranged and mental to the fact that you were scared of something like this. Being near a man. A man you never met, a man you were supposed to marry who could be vicious, violent man. Were you a lunatic? Maybe, but so many other women could go through this. Or at least hide it.
Because there were tears rolling down your face, the freezing house made your skin pierce with the bitterness of tears. The butler behind you stays still and proper like you were a couple hours ago. His face still, his eyes not even looking at your red nose and wet face.
You quickly tap the tears off your makeup clad face. Pulling out your mirror out of the purse the butler was holding. You finished with a quick exhale. But then you look up and stop breathing.
It was him. A tall man with a cold glare in his eyes matching the vibe in this house. His golden blonde hair is messy but perfect at the same time. His golden brown eyes flicking up and down your body. Checking you out, or was he thinking you were ugly? You couldn't tell.
"Come in, Y/N." His voice is booming yet soft and gentle. You followed short behind him, your eyes flicking around the house then back at him as his energy dragged you behind him instead of his hands. You stayed quiet. The atmosphere was stiff and uncomfortable.
There are old photos of ancestors and fancy paintings. Grandfathers clocks everywhere, but not too many. Flowers too, pink and red roses, and some daisies. Everywhere was spotless and clean. Not a spec of dust. The house was breath taking and big.
He brought you into a big dining room, the long table filled with food. Different delicacies from all over the world. He found out your ethnicity and made sure it was on that long ass table. It felt like beauty and the beast. The two chairs on each side of the table facing each other.
You both sat silently looking around at the food. He saw you move around uncomfortably. He snapped his fingers and made one of the servants put a cushion under your ass. You awkwardly sat down. He looked up at you still quiet.
He wanted you to talk first. So it's not as weird. But the silence was uncomfortable too. After the dinner, one of the servants took you to the guest room. But it was still bigger than your room. Your bags were already unpacked and the stuff was in drawers.
The next morning you woke up late, literally shitting yourself. You ran and did your makeup once more. You went downstairs with a gulp when you saw that handsome man making breakfast. "Let the maids and servants go home so we can get to know each other." He said not taking his eyes off the stove.
You two started to get along during the perfectly cooked bacon and scrambled eggs. It was simple and really nice. He had a nice smile, bright teeth and dimples. His hair is fully scruffy yet once again, somehow perfect. He's shirtless but wearing baggy pants his happy trail peeking through.
He decided to take off your makeup because it was getting annoying. He kissed your cheek as he gave you more food. It was delicious. You let him know that.
"I got your parents to agree to date first." He said with a small hint of a questioning, like if you were okay with it. You nodded, still quiet. You've laughed and said a few things but he knew you were still shy. Looking into his gorgeous eyes as he explain why.
He was attractive, kind, and everything was good in between. He decided to just date first instead of getting married instantly. Your family, agreed since he was so rich. Maybe since they agreed they would get money too.
You started to fall in love with him, went on fancy dates, holding each others hands when in public. The paparazzi are going wild. Head lines like, "Strict, emotionless CEO of major companies has a girlfriend!" It was funny watching him read the newspaper with a scoff of annoyance and amusement.
It was amazing, waking up to your boyfriend, his golden lashes fluttering with dreams. His face was soft and tired, his lips plumped from making out before. You two haven't gone farther since he knows you're a virgin and respects that. God, this man was perfect.
Him worshipping you, caressing you, making you feel like the only one that mattered. And to him? That's true. You were fully excited about marrying him. Seeing him every morning. Giving him a child, him holding you throughout those months and till forever.
You put on your dress in the venue's bathroom. Fixing your makeup, then finally walking down the aisle. Smiling big as you two finally kissed as a married couple.
You two went to Florida, Fort Lauderdale. A beautiful lake house overlooking the ocean. The bed is big and fluffy. The house isn't big but it's content and beautiful, its a little rustic loft house. You're sitting on the couch smelling the vanilla and cinnamon fumes fill the house.
He comes out with cinnamon rolls, drizzled with hot sweet vanilla and some chocolate strawberry. You both ate together as you looked each other up and down. His eyes flicked between your eyes and lips as you licked your lips after every single bit of food stuffed in your mouth.
After finishing he crashed his lips against yours, the empty plate falling on the soft carpet, you tried to pick it up but he pushed you against the couch, his body weight squishing your body. He picked you up and carried you up the steep loft stairs throwing you on the bed.
His lips are all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt, kissing the top of your breasts. His breath goes down your full tummy after eating his good food as he mouths kisses and gives a little hickey then another. Massaging your body as he kisses over your panties.
He slides them off mildly licking the wetness on them too, before he goes to the source. He licks up and down your slit, then diving into your tight hole, squishing it around. Then sucking hard on your clit. You came almost instantly.
He decided to keep going until you were soaked to take his big cock, so he kept licking and slobbering, badly wanting to drink your juices but he needed you soaked and wet for him. For him to have you the most minimal pain as possible.
He kissed up your body, lining his dripping wet cock with your folds. Moving his cock up and down, his cock kissing your clit with every movement. "Can I?..." He looked into your eyes with the vulnerability you've never seen in him. You nod and he pushed in.
You felt every vein, every single inch. The burn felt so good, that you made him have to feel a burn too. Scraping your nails down his back that he just paid for you to go get. The hiss and then inhuman growl just made you more wet.
He thrusts into you like there was no end, kissing your sweaty neck, whispering sweat nothings as he dumps his load inside of you. You woke up clean and relaxed. You must of passed out but he still gave aftercare.
It has to stay like this. The love, the caring, the beautiful moments between the new husband and his new wife. The hugs, the kisses, the mind blowing sex. It will stay like this.
You hop on the plane, hand in hand walking back to that gorgeous mansion with your gorgeous boyfriend- oops husband. Him smiling as the servants clapped and cheered as you went inside. It has to stay the same.
But god were you wrong.
He threw himself into work more. Rarely home, you thought it was the marriage scares, might end in a month. Maybe he's working more to have more money to provide for a child. But he was rich, so he didn't need extra money, especially for a child.
"Nanami, whats wrong my love?" You asked with a sweet tone. "Shut up. I'm working." It shouldn't have stung but the way he said it, waving you off like you were some dumb small child who wanted there daddy to throw them in the air.
You started to find bras and panties everywhere. Some small and some one size too big. Confidently not yours. You started to tear up, all those little sweet whispers and nothings, literally means nothing.
You went downstairs to confront him, maybe it was nothing, maybe he chose wrong sizes and just realized it didn't fit and left it. But you were still fuming, you didn't know why but you felt like something is going on right now.
Then he greeted a female servant with a hug. And a smile, with a small kiss to the cheek. What the fuck? You confronted him once again, and guess what he said? "Shut up. I'm working." He went back to talking to her.
She was beautiful, Latina, or something. You couldn't really tell since your eyes were welling with tears. But all you know is that she's gorgeous. Silky skin and hair. Long, expensive nails. You know he paid for those. Fuck.
But to your surprise he was on the phone talking about how, "Maybe I should invite the maid over. It's getting annoying how y/n keeps acting like this marriage is real. That maid's pussy is tighter anyway." And then that laugh you loved for so many years, sounded cruel instead of kind.
Turns out the only reason why he was kind and nice to you, is so when you don't run from the marriage. But now your bonded, you can't leave him.
You decided to confront him. You had to. He shewed you off and said. "Your ugly, and stupid. And fat, I might add. I needed you wrapped around my finger and it came to me in a silver platter you dumb bitch. You're nothing without me now. You're just needed for the cameras."
So now you have to be his trophy wife. Something to sit on a shelf for the cameras and collect dust. Just like you were warned what would happen.