OLIVIA
‘'Fuck me! Harder… harder, Galen!’' Cursed grunts and broken gasps filled the hallway.
I stood against the door as I listened.
‘'Please… deeper.’' A feminine voice cried out.
My brows furrowed.
What's going on?
I had only just finished my bridal makeup. My wedding dress was waiting for me inside my room and I had very little time to waste around. The moans and screams of pleasure became louder and intense.
I barged in.
The scene in front of me was enough to bring me a heart attack. In our own matrimonial bed, was none other than Galen, entangled in the sheets with a naked woman. His cock plunged into her pussy as her legs were shamelessly wrapped around his waist.
"Olivia," Galen grunted with an eyeroll, barely moving a muscle. His eyes connected with mine as a satisfactory look was plastered on his face.
"We're getting married in an hour, you bastard!" I shouted, my fists clenched as I walked towards them.
The woman under him buried her face in his chest shyly, yet continued grinding against his dick inside her pussy.
"Olivia." Galen yelled. "Do you mind?" He grunted as he shooed me away with his fingers. He laughed shortly before turning back to her. He began fucking into her even more.
The plopping sound of his balls slapping against her skin while his cock was thrust into her pussy was enough to make me die. His fingers went around her throat as he held her in place. His other hand gripped her hip as he controlled her movements. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to scream yet again.
'‘I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum. Oh. My. God, I'm going to cum!'’ she cried out as her legs began to shake helplessly and her toes curled without being controlled.
Galen looked back at me, a smile on his face.
With my fists clenched to my sides, I walked out of the room, trying to cover my ears but failing miserably.
Outside the bedroom door was one of the wedding planners, trying to listen in. I stared at her, then jolted towards my room.
My face was red with fury.
How could he do this to me? On the day of our wedding…?
My husband-to-be had his dick buried in another woman’s vagina, one hour before we walked down the aisle…?
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GALEN
I straightened my suit, as I stared at myself in the mirror, seemingly satisfied.
"Can't I convince you to stay?" Amy sneaked her hands around me, cupping my cock as she smiled and kissed my neck.
"I'm getting married right now." I let out, as I chuckled.
"I know. I know. How about tonight.?"
I thought about it for a second before turning back to her.
"There's going to be a charity gala after the wedding. I can't get out of that." I responded, "Maybe a week from now, if my insufferable wife-to-be doesn't become a headache." We both laughed as I adjusted my pants and walked out of the room.
I left her covered in a pile of sheets, naked, underneath showing me what I was missing. A satisfactory smile plastered on my face as I walked down the hallway towards Olivia's bedroom. I pushed it open, to find her seated on the bed, adorned in a white wedding gown and putting on her last earring.
"Can't you fucking knock?" Olivia bellowed, and then she got up.
"It's my house, remember?"
"And it's my room." she countered, as she rolled her eyes.
"What’s gotten your panties in such a twist?’ I laughed wickedly.
She sent a death glare my way.
"I don't know, maybe when you find your husband to be having sex with Another woman less than an hour before the wedding, then you're not going to be in the best mood." She grunted, as she walked towards me.
I rolled my eyes as I took her hand, ushering her out of the room.
There was the sound of shuttering clicks from cameras while we walked down those grand stairs.
Everyone was already waiting for us.
Olivia walked by my side; I held her hand like the gentleman I was.
"Only God knows where these disgusting hands have been." She muttered under her breath, only loud enough for me to hear.
"Touching her pussy. In her mouth. Feeling every curve of her body. Jerking my cock off in that wet and juicy borehole." I teased, and to which she cringed with disgust before turning to the cameras with a fake smile.
"What's the matter, love? Does that bother you!"
The suit I was wearing was unlike any other. 70,000 dollars into a suit I’d never wear again, for a day I despised didn't sound like a fair trade.
We walked into the chapel no later. All eyes were fixed on us. My parents, seated at the front of the church rows, threw me warning glances that could only spell out, ‘behave.’
Olivia's parents were seated on the opposite side of the church, they were excited and I couldn't blame them. She was getting married to me. And I was awesome.
We reached the front of the church and bowed our heads as we turned to each other. The priest then began to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen… esteemed guests… friends and family… We are all gathered here today as witnesses in celebration of the union between Galen Grunt and Olivia Montey. In the presence of the divine and surrounded by the warmth of your loved ones, Do you, Galen Grunt, take thee, Olivia Montey, to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?’
"I do." I smiled, faking nothing but pure love while I looked at her.
"And do you, Olivia Montey, take thee, Galen Grunt, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
She paused for a moment, stared at me, her sweaty palms pressed into my hands, as the congregation awaited. Her eyes sunk into mine, and for a split second, it was almost as if she wanted to cry.
"I do." She let out, in a defeated tone.
"You stand before each other as equals, ready to embrace the responsibilities, joys, and challenges that life together may present. As you enter into this covenant of marriage, remember that Love is patient. Love is kind. And Love is a continuous journey of growth, understanding, and companionship." The Priest said with a smile, as my best man handed me the ring. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes - that whole love bullshit was total nonsense.
"With the authority vested in me, I now invite both Galen and Olivia to exchange their rings."
We were at it before he even finished talking. I slipped the ring into her finger, smiling ever so brightly. She put the ring on mine, before we turned to the priest.
"May I now kiss the bride?" I asked, and the church broke into laughter.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He let out with a smile, and to which I obliged.
I grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me. Our faces only inches apart.
"I hate you."
"I hate you too." I let out, as our lips connected.
OLIVIAI woke up in an empty bed, feeling my skin cold as the sheets dripped at the bottom of my feet. I sat up, as I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak open and there he was - my husband. The man I hated most in the entire world. "Hey, sleepyhead." he smiled as he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. I stepped down from the bed, feeling irritated. "We've got company waiting for us downstairs." I shot him an impatient look as he began to move faster, ignoring my discontent. Time was of the essence and I already knew those waiting for us downstairs. "Can you at least finish getting dressed so I can hop in the shower?""What's wrong? It's nothing I haven't seen before." he smirked. "It's not anything you'll ever see ever again." I countered, as I stared at him. He rolled his eyes, ignoring me. He got dressed rather quickly as I busied myself checking emails on my phone. I hated sharing a room with him. "Do you know wh
OLIVIAThe second we were behind closed doors, the entire atmosphere became thick."How dare you?!" he spoke with a high tone as he approached me. "Why did you embarrass me back there?" I looked up at him. ‘'What do you mean? I was just as embarrassed as you are.’'‘'Cut the crap! You knew exactly what you were doing. You both did.'’ he shouted." Tell me something, is this some sick joke you both cooked up to humiliate me on National TV?'’ My eyes widened, as I stared at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."I walk towards the bed as I begin to take off my shoes. "He insulted our marriage, and you had the nerve to flirt with him?""Flirt with him? I did no such thing.’'"Don't play me for a fool Olivia. I saw the way you looked at him. The way you let him touch you.""You're crazy!""Are you planning to sleep with him again?" I stopped in my tracks. A sense of dread washed over me as the memory set in. I felt a tear almost sliding down but I held my ground. "I don't care
GALENPlowing through the crowd and acting happy was a piece of cake. "Yes, I totally agree. I’ll talk to my father about it and we’ll see what our company can do." I smiled, as I held my wife’s hand. I guided her away from Mrs Shirley, feeling exhausted. "And who was that?" "No one you should concern yourself with." I smiled. "Come on, play nice." She sneered. "And besides, our companies are joined now. I need to learn about yours and you need to learn about mine.""Fine. That was Mrs Shirley. She owns a containment company and she handles most of our sales shipments overseas." "And why did she seem displeased?" Olivia pressed, and I took a sip of my champagne. "One of our handlers failed to correctly seal a package, and in turn, the fuse cut and a fire broke out, leading to a loss in not just our own shipment, but a couple of others that Mrs Shirley was handling for other companies.""Lemmi guess, she wants compensation. Right?" Olivia rolled her eyes."Yes, and we’re stalling
OLIVIA"You did what?!" Galen’s voice was raised as he got up abruptly."I'm sorry." I said, burying my face in my hands. "I can’t fucking believe this. It’s been less than a week and you’re already screwed this up?" He put his hands akimbo as he raged. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me again?"My eyes shot up to meet his, blood pumped with rage boiled inside of me, as I took in his words. "No. I have never wanted to embarrass you." I countered. "Then why do this now, when the companies just joined?" He raged. His eyes flickered as he stared at me, and then, his lips curved into a smile. "That’s it, isn't it?" Galen quipped, "You’re trying to screw us over?" "Huh?""You and your god forsaken family are trying to milk us dry off… right?"My hand collided with his cheek so quickly that I barely had time to stop myself. He seemed taken aback as he stared at me."Don’t fucking talk about my family like that!" I warned, his face was red with rage as he pummeled out of our room
OLIVIA:Galen followed me up the stairs like a man on fire. I've never seen him that agitated before. There had been a mixture of feelings on his face before he finally settled to anger and disbelief. I entered our bedroom, and he was right behind me. He slammed the door shut, I turned to look at him, startled. "What do you want?'’ I shrugged and walked past him. "How dare you?!" He bellowed. "Tell me that isn't true. You lied to me. You couldn’t have done that!" His voice was almost breaking. "Why would I lie about something like that?" he gasped. "This is the answer you always wanted, Galen. You asked the question for 5 years and you’ve always hated me for not clarifying it. This is the truth now. It wasn't just Ashern. It was Philip as well." horror struck his eyes as he stepped back. He looked at me as though I had grown two heads. That look of pain in his eyes was exactly what I desired. Yet, it didn't feel so good. Seeing him in pain put me in pain. Why did I feel this way
GALEN:“I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” I rolled my eyes as I listened to Olivia complain. “This is way too early. Everyone is going to be suspicious.”“And isn’t that the fucking plan, darling?” She shot me a look before we got into the mall. I had already noticed a man following us from a few blocks back. “Are you sure coming here without our security detail is what’s best?”“For the last fucking time, Olivia, YES!”She infuriated me. Hearing her voice was like the descent of hell. She was like a little kid who couldn’t fucking shut up. I heard the clicking of a camera in the distance, and finally, our plan was working. We entered the boutique in quite a hurry. My wife was worried about something so silly. I kissed the top of her head, and then stood behind her as she picked out some clothes. A Lot of the shop attendants were already throwing glances at us. Olvia smiled, as she showed me a small baby apron.“Yes honey,” I smiled, “this would be perfect.”An attendant ca
OLIVIA:My husband is a fucking jerk!I can’t believe he had the guts to abandon me!Was it something I said? I didn't fucking care. As I entered our house, I tossed my handbag on the chair before climbing up the stairs in a hurry. I was going to give him a piece of my mind. “Galen!” I called out at the top of my voice. Suddenly I began hearing noises coming from our room. A feeling of déjà vu washes over me. As I open the door my mind refuses to process what my eyes are seeing. “Jessie?” I tilt my head as I look at her. Her legs were shamelessly spread apart and my husband was on top of her. They were both naked and they didn't even bother to cover up. my heart pounded in my chest and I felt a lump forming in my throat. It wasn't jealousy. It was humiliating. We were married for crying out loud. I stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. “Well, well, look who decided to come home early.” he snared as he looked me up and down. I could not understand his audacity. My
OLIVIA:“I just don’t know.” I let out. “You were once my best friend too, but right now there’s too much baggage between us.”“You mean because of Galen?”“Yes. He hates you.”“And do you hate me?” He asks, his eyes sinking into mine. I followed the trail of his words and figured out what he really meant. I didn’t like it. “I have never hated you, and it’s not your fault for what Galen believes. But Ashern, you have to understand that I am a married woman now.”“And I know that. It’s not like I'm confessing feelings. Or asking you to sleep with me. I simply just want to be a friend to you.” I thought about it for a moment. It did not make sense that he wanted to be my friend. He knew that Galen hated him. “Well, you were right. My husband is being a jerk.” My shoulders dropped. “It’s high time I stopped letting him decide things for me.”“Atta girl.” Ashern cooed, causing me to laugh. “So tell me, really, how do you feel?” I paused for a moment. The question sunk within me, and