Scandalous Wedding

Chapter 8

The music was blaring from the club house, where Zachary has made arrangements for his bachelor party. Even from the distance of the parking lot, he could hear the thumping, erotic music coming from the party. He groaned, realizing that his best friend would have done everything to make his last hours of bachelorhood 'memorable'. Memorable as in 'Zachary Carter's' Style.

He shook his head with a small smirk playing on his lips. Why not? He thought. He was getting married, and by the state of matters being handled in the two business empires, it looked like this marriage would last for the rest of his life. And no matter how 'open' this marriage will be, he was actually giving up a part of himself for it. For this 'deal' of a marriage.

He groaned again, resting his head on the head rest. He still had no idea how their marriage is going to work. They did agree on having a open marriage, but he didn't approve of her having another man in her life. She seemed compliant in the beginning, but again on that night at his apartment, she seemed pulled back and hesitant about it.

Can he see her like that, again – Vulnerable, Broken and hurt? The answer is simple, No. It squeezed his heart, when he saw her so shaken up, at his apartment. He couldn't possibly bear to see her like that again. But why the hell did he care? He never wanted a wife. For god's sake, he was just twenty five. He was in the prime of his youth and it was his time to enjoy and have fun.

A wife, marriage and family were the last thing on his mind right now. "Damn", he muttered, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. This is all her fault for making him feel new unwanted emotion. Anyway now was not the time to be thinking about this. Today was the last day of his freedom and he was going to enjoy all of it and forget for the day that he is engaged to a stubborn sexy little minx who has been haunting his dreams for a while now.

He needed to go in. It was already nine, and he had a wedding to attend in the morning. His wedding. Another agonized groan ripped from his throat. Wedding. Marriage. Wife. He could jump off a cliff right now and not regret it as much as he was regretting this marriage.

His phone buzzed snapping him out of his misery. Zach Calling.

"Where the f**k are you, McCoy?" he yelled into the phone, as soon as Eli answered the call. The loud sensual music in the background was enough to make him groan again, but he resisted it. No more groaning tonight, unless it's for pleasure. He smirked at the thought.

"Parking lot", he answered, getting out of the car.

"Get your ass here to the east wing, right now. You gotta see this man!", Eli knew him enough to imagine Zach shaking his head. Something in his voice made Eli curious.

"East wing? But weren't we hosting a party in the West wing?" he asked turning his course of route towards the East wing, which was a tad bit far, from where he parked his car.

"Just get your f*****g ass here, McCoy. Oh s**t", and he hung up. Eli stared at his phone for a moment and quickened his pace to find out what the hell was going on.

He pushed open the glass door which led to the east wing, and once again he heard the blazing music. Unlike the music coming from his party, this music was complete hard core and thumping loudly. He passed the bouncers easily, for they knew who he was so they didn't stop him.

His steps halted abruptly as he saw the sign plastered across the East wing party hall. 'Hens night of de Silva' was written in bright pink letters with a cupid's arrow pointing towards the hall.

"Mother Fucker" He cursed and barged his way into the party hall.

***

The party was in full swing inside the Club house. How Kaya managed to organize everything so fast, she never knew. Sang was bouncing on the trampoline and having a blast. She didn't remember the last time she had so much fun and felt so care free.

The evening started with Nimmy rushing into her room in panic and raiding her wardrobe for appropriate outfit. After an hour of searching, throwing and cussing Sangavi for the lack of a perfect dress even despite her being a successful designer, Nimmy finally pulled a black tube strapless dress that ended right below her ass.

It was the most shortest dress she had in her wardrobe, 'cause she bought it for her high school prom and never wore it after that night. Back then she was a little short and the dress reached below her knees to a modest level. But after a couple of years of her senior year, she grew four inches tall, and the dress was no where appropriate for her to wear. It costed her a fortune, so she couldn't bring the heart to dispose it off.

"That is a really old dress, darling", she said shaking her head.

"Really?" Nimmy's lips pouted and her forehead creased in a cute confused way. Sang chucked at her friend's face, "But it doesn't look older at all. It's still in prime condition", she said sniffing the dress and touching the fabric with her finger.

"I wore this to my high school prom", Sang sighed so that Nimmy would take the hint and leave the dress alone.

It's not like she didn't like the dress or she was hesitant to wear such a small dress. She was a fashion designer and she made such exotic dresses for a living. And she knew that this short dress would not only accentuate her long creamy legs, but would also compliment her dark hair and black eyes. She felt a shiver of excitement surge through her veins at the thought of wearing something so bold and daring dress.

"On second thoughts", she walked to where Nimmy stood and took the dress from her hands. Her eyes shimmered over the black fabric that still held the shine. There were many beautiful memories with this dress. She had her first kiss in this dress, after all.

She sighed nostalgically hugging it to her heart. "I am going to wear this dress", she said out loud which made Nimmy clap her hands in glee.

The next hour was spent in Nimmy fussing over Sangavi, for makeup, hairstyle and what not. Finally when Nimmy was satisfied, Sang peeked a look into her mirror and gasped in surprise. Exotic was the only thing she could say to describe herself.

Her hair was curled into bouncy waves that fell over her shoulder. The black pointed heels made her legs longer and sexier. Her left hand dangled with colored bangles and her eyes looked smoky and hot.

She was proud of herself and looked at her body in different angles.

"You look so good", Nimmy said, her hands covering her mouth. "My turn", she said and ran into her wardrobe to search for another dress.

She came out with a mint green dress that reached just below her knees and hugged all her curves in the right places. With Nimmy's figure, she could have chosen a much shorter dress and pass up as the hottest girl. But she wanted Sang to enjoy her special day, as the most stunning woman ever. Sang hugged her secretary and friend in a warm hug. She was grateful to have such an amazing person in her life.

"Let's go", Nimmy said pulling away from the hug and linking her arms with Sang.

"Where are going?" she asked, but Nimmy replied surprise with a mischievous smile and wink.

"Sang, its drinks time", Kaya yelled from beside the Trampoline which snapped Sangavi to the present.

"NOOO", she yelled. She already had quiet a few drinks that she already felt high. And she was enjoying the bounce too much to care for a drink.

"You gotta drink it, or you will be dehydrated", Kaya scolded her friend, "You can't look dehydrated on your wedding day, come on", she said grabbing Sang's wrist and pulling her down.

"Kaya", she whined as her friend pulled her towards the couch at the far end of the corner. "Why do you love me so much?" she said hugging her friend from behind. "You know, I am gonna miss you after my marriage", she pouted.

"Babe. You are getting married. You aren't flying off to the moon", Kaya said pushing Sang onto the couch where she bounced a bit and hiccupped.

"See, you need some liquid", Kaya said holding onto Sang's head to make her drink.

Sang obediently gulped the tequila with coconut water and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She leaned her head back onto the cushion and sighed. "God! I am so happy", she whispered.

"The day isn't over yet", yelled a few voices above her. She blinked her eyes open to stare at a few women who were her 'friends' according to Kaya. She rolled her eyes, at their excitement, fully aware that they hated her because she snagged the golden boy McCoy. It was obvious that three fourth of the population present in this hall had already slept with Eli. And were only here because they needed something to b***h about her.

She was mad at kaya for inviting half of the female population of New York to this party, but her friend's logic 'how will a party be a party if there isn't a crowd', silenced her. For all she cared, she didn't give a damn about Elijah's past. He could shag a scarecrow for all she cared. Oh yeah! Do you really not care? And annoying voice in her head whispered and she shook her head vigorously to get that thought out of her head.

Bad move she thought. As the world started to spin and her vision became blurry. "Are you okay", Kaya's alarmed voice made her blink rapidly and gain composure. It was her party and she can't pass out drunk, yet. She needed to enjoy first.

"She's fine", came Nimmy's voice. Sang couldn't make out who was standing where cause everything looked double and triple for her. "A hot lap dance is what she needs", ooh's and aah's followed accompanied by claps and whistles.

"I am fine...", she trailed off as her eyes landed on the stripper who was supposed to give her a lap dance. He was what you call 'tall, dark and handsome'. He was over six feet, naked except for the courtesy of his black boxer briefs, which held his modesty and all women's pulse intact. His eight pack glistened under the blinking lights and he had an arrogant smirk plastered over his chiseled jaw which made him look like a descendant of Adonis. "May be this one time", she whispered which earned a lot of encouraging whistles.

The smirk grew on his face and he stalked towards her in a slow menacing pace. Her eyes automatically trailed towards his boxers, where something huge was poking. She gulped and Adonis made a tsking sound.

"I've heard you've been a bad girl, lately", he whispered in a low seductive voice, which was so near, yet so far from her reach. She gulped, though not affected by the cheesy line, but still affected by the hoarse manly bedroom voice.

"Mm...", she held in the moan barely as his forefinger traced a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ears. She was feeling all fuzzy and putty. She never felt like this before and had no idea who to give credit for – to the drink she just took or the s*x god standing in front of her. She decided to divide the credit equally among the two and purred at his touch.

He led her towards the private rooms behind the club and she blindly followed him. His fingers held hers in a loose grip. If she wanted she could release the soft grip and turn her back on him, but she didn't. Warning bells rang in her mind and her sub conscious was fuming and yelling at her to get out of this insanity and walk away. But some unrequited stubbornness made her follow him. What the hell are you doing? A voice of her subconscious yelled, You are engaged. You don't want this!

Eli's face flashed in front of her eyes and she halted in her steps, rooted to her spot. Adonis turned around, "What is it beautiful?" his voice gentle and reassuring that she couldn't help but smile. He returned the gentle smile and led her into a small bedroom. She felt tingly and an unexplainable feeling settled in her stomach. She couldn't differentiate whether it was her nerves or excitement.

Another warning bell, more like a siren, rang in her head as she glimpsed at the bedroom. Red walls, with a couple of windows covered with red curtains surrounded her. There was a wooden double cot bed covered with red satin sheets and there was a red velvet couch opposite to the door where they entered from.

She gulped and this time it was nervousness. She started to regret it. She didn't want a lap dance or any last minute adventure. She didn't want to be here, at all. She wanted to go home and curl up on her bed, with her favorite teddy bear tucked beside her.

She wanted to leave.

With that determination, she turned around and bolted towards the door, but Adonis blocked her path. She flinched, Adonis? Why the hell would she call him that? The alcohol started to wear thin and she started to things clearly. This is so wrong. Wrong on so many levels.

She knew that bachelor's night included a lot of wild things, but this is something she never intended to happen.

"I want to leave", her voice stammered, scared clearly.

"Why, sweetheart?" he asked in that low seductive voice which did nothing but disgust her. No. She didn't want to be near him. What the hell was she thinking? She yelled at herself and her subconscious did so little in giving her moral support. It was mocking her and was angry at her.

"Pl...please. Let me go", she said and tried to go to the door once again, which fortunately wasn't locked. Yet. His hand came around her waist to hold her back.

Panic surged through her veins and her breath caught in her throat. She felt disgusted at his touch. What the hell were you thinking while following him back into this room, you fool? Her subconscious yelled. "I know you're playing hard to get, sweetheart. We both know what you're here for", he whispered in her ears and licked her lobe.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt defeated, scared and on top of all, disgusted with herself.

"Get your bloody hands off her!" an angry voice roared from the door, which filled her heart with relief. She wrenched herself from that disgusting man and ran towards Eli and threw herself at him.

***

Red. That's what he saw when his gaze landed on his Ace following another man. He was clad in nothing but tight boxers, which was a clear indication that he was a stripper. Stripper? What the hell are strippers doing at her party? He never thought she was the kind of girl to go wild, even if it is her bachelorette party.

Thank god, Zachary was there with him to pull him back at the right time, before he could go up there and punch the daylights out of that damned stripper. But even his best friend couldn't stop him from following his fiancé and that damned stripper into the private rooms behind the party room.

How dare he lay a finger on his Ace? He was furious, seething anger, as he stormed his way into the room. He could hear various shouts, calling for him from behind and he didn't have to look around to know who they were from. They were his exes. Not technically, cause he didn't date them, but still, they were his past. Yes, his past. And his future was now walking into a darkly lit private room, behind a club. He would be damned if he let her out of his sight.

He just yelled the first words that came to his mind when he saw the stripper hold his Ace, "Get your hands off her!"

Something he never expected happened, and his Ace, his wife-to-be was in his arms, even before he could blink. Warmth and a sense of belonging filled his heart when Ace circled her tiny arms around his torso and pressed her cheek against his chest. He sighed loudly and circled his arms around her, holding her close to his heart.

He never felt like this before. Emotions foreign to him gripped his heart as her body, every curve was pressed against him. It wasn't lust, cause he didn't feel like pushing her onto the bed and ripping her clothes to shreds to ravage her. No, he didn't. He felt like holding her like this, forever. He felt like staying in this embrace for the rest of his life and as if time stopped around them and it was just the two of them in this world. The rest of the world, Sicily, the deal, business, their families, nothing mattered, when she was in his arms.

Everything felt right.

Suddenly a huge ringing echoed in the entire place, dominating loud music. His senses which were until now focused on his fiancé were now on high alert.

Fire alarm.

He looked around to understand what was going on. FIRE! Someone's yell echoed till the room they were in and within a matter of time, all hell broke loose.