Scandalous Wedding

Chapter 5

Sang couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned all night, but she was way far from falling asleep. An uncertainty settled in the pit of her stomach. She wanted to cry out loud and wail in pain to get rid of it, but tears weren't coming to her rescue. The thoughts of her marriage to that insanely handsome bastard appeared in front of her eyes. Elijah coming home drunk, with a woman on her arms. Them kissing in front of her. Having s*x in the bed where they were supposed to make love.

Everything was coming to her all at once and making her dizzy. She couldn't take this anymore. She can't have a marriage like that. She didn't want anything, except love. She wasn't a woman who went behind looks, money or status. All she ever prayed for was a loving, caring and sweet husband who would love her no matter what and support her till the end. She wouldn't have minded if he looked like an ogre or a prince charming. But fate had played this weird trick on her. She got the one thing which she never cared for, and she didn't get anything she always wished for.

A bitter laugh escaped her throat. From the hoarse voice she could tell that there were unshed tears in her throat which clogged her from both speaking and crying.

We need to talk and sort this out. Apart from marriage, there must be another way to get out of this mess. I am sure, we can make peace between the two empires without tying the knot.

With this waving determination and a little hope, she picked up the phone and was going to dial Elijah's number. She stopped herself before dialing. She couldn't talk like she had been crying. She cleared her throat. Once. Twice. But her throat was still clogged and hoarse.

She decided to text him.

COMNG TO UR PLACE IN AN HOUR. DNT ENGAGE YOURSELF WID ANYTNG. WE NEED TO TALK.

She got up from her bed and changed into a jeans and a tee shirt. It was already dark, and she had no intentions of letting Elijah have his way this time, so she didn't bother with what she was putting on.

She picked up her bag and rechecked it to make sure she had everything. She slowly slipped out of her room, careful not to make a noise. Unlike others who bought their own place after turning eighteen, Sangavi didn't.

She knew how much her parents adored her. She was their only daughter and she was aware of how much they would miss her, if she left them alone. They never stopped her from doing something of her mind, but that never encouraged her to take decisions against their happiness.

Her single decision of going into fashion and not inheriting the estate was enough for this lifetime. They didn't need another one of Sangavi's wishes or dreams hurting them.

She sighed as that thought crossed her mind. She knew if she told her parents to cancel the wedding they would, but at the same time they would be disappointed as well. But that didn't stop her from going to Elijah's place tonight. She had to talk to him. She can't lead a life where she was the wife, according to the society but would lead a life of no more than a w***e.

****

Elijah's smirk widened when Erin's hands closed around her mouth to cover up her gasp of shock.

"Don't you think, you should be covering up something else?" he raised an eyebrow at her, and immediately her hands flew to her eyes and she fell silent. Elijah let out a husky chuckle.

Erin has been sent from the Maids and Services agency, to maintain the penthouse when he wasn't around. He could easily say that his poor maid wasn't expecting him tonight.

"There isn't anything you haven't seen already. So, open your eyes", he said slowly stalking towards her, where she stood slightly shaking.

The tightening of her n*****s, her reddened cheek and the way she pressed her thighs together didn't go unnoticed by her employer. Oh, how would they! He always had a look out for those things when it came to young and beautiful women.

As he reached only an inch away from her, Erin's trembles seized. She could feel Elijah's breath fanning her forehead. The heat radiating from his body was so much closer now. She couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise as he took her arms away from her eyes and placed them on his bare chest. Her eyes widened as she stared up into his chocolate orbs. He was totally a foot taller than her, and that sent shivers down her spine.

Elijah was aware of all the reactions of her body that were caused because of him. He smirked as he pulled her by her waist, flush against his body. Her mouth fell open and the color intensified in her cheeks.

Will my Ace react the same way?

He had no idea where that thought came from. He frowned a little and that look didn't go unnoticed by the maid. She was about to retreat when Elijah leaned forward and slammed his lips to her.

Ace's lips tasted much better than this. I can still remember the sweet flavor of her lips.

A low growl erupted from his throat and it excited Erin. Elijah was beyond frustrated now. It was mere s****l frustration a while ago, but now his ego was hurt. How can one woman's thoughts clog his mind? He didn't understand. And this made him want to f**k his frustrations out of his system.

He pushed Erin against the wall and ravished her lips, while his hands worked on his clothes. Erin didn't waste any time, running her hands up and down his muscled body.

He hooked his right hand around her thigh and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a moan at the feel of his arousal.

Ace!

He needed more, and so he carried her towards his bedroom and dumped her on the bed, like a sack. She bounced on the bed and watched with pure lust shining in her eyes as he climbed on top of her, pining both her arms above her head.

Stop it. This doesn't feel right.

His inner voice screamed at him, but he silenced it quickly with his animalistic thrusts.

***

Sangavi parked the car in the basement. She was amazed at how the security guard let her in as soon as she mentioned Elijah's name. It also warmed her heart that, he actually told his security guard about her and gave her an permanent access to his house.

With a new found confidence and a huge smile plastered on her face she walked out of her car and towards the elevator. She punched the code which the security guard gave and reached the penthouse suite.

A wave of uncertainty crossed her heart. Taking in a deep breath she knocked on the door. The guard told her that as soon as someone punches the code, an alert message automatically generates in the house, so she waited for Elijah or someone else to open the door for her.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, she again lifted her hand to gently knock, when the door slightly fell ajar revealing that it was left unlocked. She guessed that he must have expected her arrival and left the door open for her.

She slowly pushed the door open and let herself in. She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, after all, she wasn't invited in technically.

But somehow she walked in and was welcomed into a cozy living room. Clothes were strewn all over the place, his tie, suit, shirt, pants and socks. She shook her head at the typical untidy bachelor trait. As she took another step into the house, her eyes landed on the skirt, which was lying on the floor.

That can't be his! Mocked her inner voice. And she could hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from the bedroom.

She felt sick. Tears pricked her eyes and her throat turned heavy. I won't cry. I won't cry. She chanted and made her way to the kitchen, ignoring the blouse, panties, and bra that were lying on her path.

She quickly pulled a bottle of water, from the fridge and gulped greedily. A sob racked through her body and the water slid into her wind pipe. She started a coughing fit, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her chest.

She placed the bottle back into the fridge, and began retreating her way towards the elevator. She shouldn't have come here. No, she shouldn't have. Couldn't she wait until dawn, to have the talk. No, she had to talk right now! Great decision Sangavi, really great decision! She mocked herself as she continued to brisk walk towards the main door.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her throat still burned with each cough. "Ace?" Elijah's voice seized her steps to a stop.

No. No. No. No. She didn't want to see him, right now. Actually she didn't want to see his face ever. But god! Not right now! She cursed her fate as she stopped in her tracks. She considered the option of running away without facing him. But she immediately discarded the idea, because that wouldn't be only lame but also embarrassing.

She heard his footsteps approach where she was and waited. Waited with her eyes closed, her mouth still coughing, embarrassingly, with tears straining her cheeks and her chest burning. She waited for him to speak, to say something.

But nothing came out of his mouth. A warm hand touched her shoulder and she flinched away, involuntarily. She was disgusted to be true. She didn't even want to look at his face, though he was standing in front of her. She bent her head down and stared at the soles of her feet, letting her hair fall across her face like a curtain, shielding it from his eyes.

"Ace", he called again.

"Don't touch me", she gasped, as a half sob, half cough broke from her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself as if to protect herself, from him.

He took a step back and that's when she noticed the track pants which he put on. His chest was bear, but she didn't try looking. She was too distracted with the thoughts of other woman having hr hands on him, to have her fill of his male beauty.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, a feeling she couldn't decipher heavy in his voice.

"Didn't you get my text?" she asked in a hoarse whisper, as she gazed at him. His eyes widened when he took notice of her state.

"s**t" he muttered with wide eyes, shining with regret.