The Fashion Designer

Chapter 5-Preparations

KANNA

Days has pass since the rehearsal dinner. The house hold has been hectic as of late.

I have been running around doing errands for Mrs. Frost and Dana. They dragged me everywhere mainly to hold their bags after doing a full-on shopping spree.

I had to pick up the dresses tuxedo flowers, pick out the venue and so much more. My poor aching feet. Shopping maybe my favorite thing to do but right now consider shopping to be at the bottom of my list.

I'm practically handling they're wedding. All they do is give me the orders and make demands while I also handle the guests list, and who's sitting where. 468 adults, 187 teens and about 201 kids but who's counting. Why not just put it on national TV? Surely Dana could use more of the attention not that she already has. I couldn't help but give a lame attempted joke to myself.

If I ever get married, mine will be small and intimate one, with close friends and family. None of these frilly laces and such. Though I wouldn't mind wearing a beautiful wedding gown. One day I told myself, that perfect guy will come along and sweep me off my feet. Corny isn't it but isn't that every girl's dreams. Well it certainly was mine.

Dana has been turning into a real bridezilla. Her friends and her mother are just as worse as her. Who the hell do they think they are to order me around? Still I complied not once complaining.

My father on the other hand thought it would be great to handle the wedding. His idea was so I could get to know his family and perhaps one day we would be able to get along. Ha when pigs fly!

Aside from all the wedding preparations, I also took care of the bachelor and bachelorette party. For some odd reason though running around was tiring as much as I hate to admit it I quite enjoyed it. At least it made me feel important.

Throughout the weeks, I had watch Michael my soon to be future brother in law not once lifting a finger. It's like this wedding didn't even matter to him.

Even though I was not part of the bridal party I still felt special. Hell, I'm not even getting paid. Even dogs get treats now and then.

Finally, with all the preparations done, it was the day of the wedding. The Big Day! While everyone was tending to themselves, I was busy running around making sure everything goes according to plan. I didn't even have time to do my make up or wear a pretty dress.

Not to say I was in just a shirt more like a simple dress with running shoes while my hair is just up in a messy bun.

As I was seating the guests my phone rang, "Dad, is there a problem?"

"Sweetheart, could you come upstairs to Michael's room?" It sounded like it was urgent.

Before heading upstairs, I told the ushers to seat the coming guests as they arrive.

Arriving upstairs I stood outside of Michael's room. Next door was the girls room. In case you're wondering, the bride and the groom have not seen each other for traditional purposes. Whoever made that up probably needed a quick get-away.

Anyway, I waited a few seconds before I knocked. My dad greeted me with a hug. "Sweetheart you're not yet dressed?"

Shaking my head, no I replied, "I will in a minute." Before stepping in.

Looking around the room it was only Michael and my dad and a few bottles of empty beer cans on the end stand, "Where are the grooms men?"

"They're downstairs already." Michael said while holding up a wrinkled tie.

"You know men...we are lost without women." My dad chuckled heading out the door.

"And where are you going?" I asked.

"Down stairs to help out and to make sure those grooms men are not getting themselves too drunk. Oh, and sweetheart you did a great job on the wedding." He complimented before leaving Michael and me.

It was nice being thought of. My father the man I called dad, I only knew him when he paid visits to my mother. He never not once took the initiative to get to know me. So, when he asked me for help preparing this wedding I was ecstatic.

After a few minutes of ironing out all the crinkles in the tie, I placed it around Michaels neck making sure it is secured.

I felt him flinch at the sight of my touch. His breath smelling of beer.

"There." My eyes met his sparkling blue eyes. I was awe struck. He was undeniable a gorgeous man. How many times have I said that? Too bad he was marrying my sister. "I suggest you brush your teeth before heading out."

Taking a step back, my knees buckled and I almost fell backwards. Lucky for me I felt an arm snake around my back pulling me closer to him. Our chest pressed up against each other.

My hands on his arms feeling his muscles underneath and boy did he have nice bulging biceps.

"So after today, you'll be a married man." I looked at anywhere but him.

"Uh, yeah." He sounded to unsure of himself but I couldn't really tell, cold feet perhaps?

"Well don't be too excited." I sarcastically mocked. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded his head still holding me.

"Well it's not a question really but I do hope you are happy." I smiled brightly. "Advice for you," I leaned in, our lips could almost be touching, "Happy wife, happy life."

Michael looked at me with no expression what so ever. Well not I feel foolish. Forgive me for even trying to start a conversation with him. I think he is much better drunk. Without thinking anything more I suddenly felt a soft pair of lips on my lips.

My eyes grew to the size of saucers. Maybe he meant to kiss my cheeks but accidentally kissed my lips.

"Um..." When I opened my mouth, he took that opportunity to slip in his tongue. His hands now on my hips as I returned the kiss with a moan. He's kissing me, he's actually kissing me. The groom is Kissing me? This is wrong Kanna. Just a few weeks ago he was yelling at me for seducing him, now he is kissing me.

Pushing him away I gave a deadly glare, "What the hell was that?"

"Sorry, I," he stuttered.

Weeks ago, you accused me, you told me to stay away from you which I did and now you are kissing me." My face turned red in anger however he was stifling his laughter. He's laughing. I'm here furious at his action and he's laughing. Maybe he is drunk after all.

Turning around in a puff I felt a pair of strong wrapping around my waist pulling me close until I collided with his hard body once again, "No wait I'm sorry and your right."

"Good, you're not drunk, are you?"

"What? No but I thought we could be friends I mean we both did got off on the wrong foot."

"Friends okay." Turning to face him I held out my hand to shake to which he only stared at it for a split second.

"Friends don't shake hands."

Looking at him confused he pulled me with a great bit hug. My arms automatically wrapping around him as his cologne engulf my senses. He has warm hugs and I feel so safe in his arms.

Pulling us apart he bent over to kiss my cheeks. I blushed as his lips slowly crept towards my lips and once again he was lip locking with me. This time I didn't protest. This time I let him. I felt the urge to embrace him, feel his warmth, his touch. This time nothing else matters at this very moment.

As I was about to end the kiss when I felt him deepen the kiss instead. His tongue asking for entrance to where I had slowly parted my lips.

My mind was telling me this was wrong on so many levels but my heart was saying this was right, this felt right.

Oh, f**k it. I'll worry about the consequences later. Wrapping my hands around his neck, his arms slipping underneath my dress as I felt his fingers stroking the folds of my woman hood.

I couldn't help but moan. Sliding his fingers inside my panties as he inserted two fingers hitting my g-spot.

Do I even need air? f**k breathing. My hands now fumbling to unzip his pants, his pants along with his boxers, I pushed down to his thighs as his huge harden d**k sprung free.

Grabbing his d**k, I gave it a few strokes earning a groan from Michael himself.

"Fuck." He mumbled in between kisses.

His fingers slide back out as he places his palm on the side of my ass lifting me up in the process. Instantly I wrapped my legs around him where he walked and sat me down on one of the hotel drawers.

His lips soft trailed down my neck kissing and sucking. I knew that would leave a mark.

The tip of his d**k pressing down on my core as he slowly entered me. My hands wrapped around him while his hands firmly on my hips.

My head flew backwards giving him more access to my neck. I could feel his tongue ravishing me all over as he gently grips my hair pulling it back.

This is wrong to want an almost married man. But once I had tasted that sweet pleasure of d**k mainly his d**k I wanted more. It's like once you pop you just can't stop.

Did he feel the same way or is it just another one of his lust? Who the hell knows.

"Kanna." His voice came out raspy as he moaned my name in content.

"5 more minutes Mike." A knock was sounded at the door when one of his groom's men spoke.

"Michael," My common sense finally coming back. Trying to push him off he only jammed his c**k into me a bit harder and I couldn't help but moan again.

"I'm cumming." His raspy voice rang through my ears.

"Don't stop, fuck...harder." My voice waned.

Giving him permission, he slammed his c**k into me with force. His balls hitting my flesh. At that moment I wish we were both fully naked so I can fully enjoy his naked flesh before me.

His lips once again on mine. Lifting up his head, his head fell backwards as he pace picked up speed. "Fuuucccckkkk." One last thrust and I felt his juices flow into me.

Pulling out without saying a single word, he cleaned himself up, pulling up his pants before heading out the door.

My state of shock came on full force, at that moment I felt used, I felt cheap, I felt like a w***e.