The Duchess of York

Dominick- The Wedding Night

I stared at Margaret, she was breathing heavily and the tight fitting dress had risen giving me a wonderful view of the silver garter and what looked like a matching lingerie set. She would have been a fine bride for a more worthy man, but once Jasmine mentioned university I had honestly wondered if this was a mistake. For me to gain full control of Prodigy Ventures I had to marry Margaret, but did I really look for other possibilities? She was only twenty one and I had ruined her future, she had been hopeful and tried to create her own life. I ran a hand through my hair before admiring her again. She sat on the bed, her legs slightly bent so she could sit up, her hair had begun to escape the bun it had been in and I was surprised at the amount of restraint it took me to not reach out for her, maybe I could comfort her even just a little. I heard a small gasp from her as I involuntarily took a step toward her, our eyes locked and the range of emotions shown so easily in her eyes encouraged another step. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her, I placed one of my hands on the bed by her ankles. She let out a squeak and I smirked at her, she threw out both of her hands in front of her and the twist in her body to keep her upright brought out a groan from my lips. Her dress had ridden up even more and I could see the small triangle barely keeping her hidden, I began to move towards her again when she finally found her voice. "What, what are you doing?!?" Margaret's voice was filled with panic and I stopped my pursuit. "I don't know" I told her honestly, I looked down at her and watched her chest move up and down, I looked back up at her and noticed how hard she was biting her lip. I moved away a little bit as some of my mind came back to me. "I wanted to kiss you." I again told her honestly and the blush that ran up her neck was enticing, she shook her head though as if to clear her thoughts. “We signed a contract, Dominick, just because we are legally married doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, I won't sleep with a man who doesn't love me." Her voice shook and she kept her eyes on a wall behind me, I moved away without protesting, she was right. We shouldn't have unnecessary physical contact, I nodded my head more to myself than her but she seemed to relax a bit. Margaret looked around the room for the first time since entering, though it almost seemed like her eyes lingered on me, why did I want that? I wanted her to just look at me, that definitely didn't make sense. I had never had any issues ignoring her until now, was it because no one else was with us? That had to be it, she wasn't even my type. I let my eyes roam over her for what had to be the hundredth time that night, her red hair was starting to frizz, the dress fit her but she didn't have the type of body Eliza did. Margaret was small and her curves were more subtle and soft, but her eyes reminded me of a forest at dawn, if you looked close enough she had brown flecks in them. "I will sleep on the couch." I gestured to the couch on the other side of the room in front of a large flat screen tv, she nodded lightly and moved to get up. "I am going to take a bath, I want to sober up a little." Her voice was quiet and she didn't meet my eyes, I watched as she walked to the adjoining bathroom, when I heard the door click I sat on the couch my head in my hands. What the actual hell just happened, I started shaking my head as I moved to remove my shoes. In the corner of the room was my suitcase along with what I assumed was Margaret's, I looked at the bathroom door before picking up her suitcase and carrying it over to the bathroom. I knocked on the door twice, it must have startled her because on the other side she had started cursing. The door unlocked and opened the tiniest of bits, I could see one of her eyes narrowed suspiciously at me, I held up her baggage and the door opened enough for me to see that she had taken her hair down and had wrapped a bathrobe around her. The robe looked like it was several sizes too big but it wasn't secured tightly so when she moved her arm forward to grab her suitcase, the top of the robe slipped a bit. Her top half became exposed, everything from her collarbone to her n*****s enticed me forward. I was sure her breasts would fit in my hands perfectly, I looked back at Margaret and she looked dazed again, her mouth slightly open. The growl that came out of me startled her back to reality and she slammed the door shut just as I had decided to join her in her bath. My hand landed on the door handle as she locked it, leaning forward until my head was against the cool door, I clenched my other hand, focus Dom, you are just drunk and horny. I moved away from the bathroom and the further I was the easier I could breath, I changed into a pair of sweats and laid down on the couch. I turned on the TV and settled on some American I had never seen, trying not to focus on the sounds of Margaret in the bath. After 45 minutes I looked back at the bathroom Margaret was still in there, and I hadn't heard the water in awhile. A memory of my mother flashed in my mind and I found myself walking back towards the bathroom door, I knocked twice, waited a moment and then called out. "Margaret? Just answer so I know you haven't drowned yourself." I had meant it as a joke, I saw another memory of my mother flash in my mind and I started banging on the bathroom door, three, four, five times I hit my fist on the door. I didn't hear any movement and I felt panic and bile rise in my throat. "MARGARET OPEN THIS DOOR!" I yelled, not caring if other guests might be able to hear. Hell I might need to call someone for help, so I hoped someone heard. I looked around the room, I needed to get that door open. Now. I spotted a fire extinguisher by the kitchenette in the room, I quickly grabbed it and ran back to the bathroom door. "Margaret I'm coming in!" I shouted again, hoping that she would hear me and be okay. God I hoped she was okay, I needed her to be okay! The sight that awaited me in the bathroom took my breath away, Margaret was under the water and not moving. I ran to the tub just as I heard knocking on the bedroom door, I scooped her up clutching her wet form to my chest. “Someone call for the doctor. NOW!” I yelled hoping that they could hear the urgency, the panic. Quickly placing Margaret on the bed I searched for a pulse, nothing at her wrist, I tried at her neck and leaned my ear down to her mouth. Nothing. Quickly I began CPR, praying to anyone listening to save her. The door opened and my personal doctor, Jasmine, my father and Margaret's mother came in. Dr. Stone assessed the situation quickly and moved me aside getting to work, I could hear Margaret start coughing and a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding followed. Jasmine grabbed my arm pulling my attention to her, she was crying and glaring at me. “What the f**k happened?” her voice was quiet but the bite in it was noticeable, I turned looking at my father and Helena. “She was in the bath, she had a lot to drink tonight so it’s possible she just fell asleep but” I paused waiting for someone else to say it. Father just scoffed and began to walk away, “I expect you to keep a better eye on your wife.” His cold voice was like a slap. Even now the bastard didn’t care about anyone but himself, but it was Jas who spoke next. “She isn’t suicidal if that’s what you two are implying” her voice was louder this time, but father didn’t react as he left. “She has always had a dramatic streak” Helena sighed “If she thinks this will get her out of your honeymoon, I will make sure to set her straight once she wakes up.” she smiled at me, and I just stared. “What?” I barely recognized my own voice. Helena’s smile faltered, she fumbled back a little and looked at the door my father had just left from. “Well I better go make sure the Duke is seen off, make sure to tell me when she wakes.” Helena left the room before the doctor even gave his results for her daughter's physical. I hadn’t heard her right, did I? I looked at Margaret who seemed to have more color than she had just a minute ago. Jasmine was at her side and helped the doctor put her in a robe, giving her some privacy. Dr. Stone smiled at us, “her oxygen level is perfect, I don’t believe she was underwater for long, but if you want we can transfer her to a hospital?” I was about to say yes, to ask him to run all the tests he could just to make sure she was okay. “No. No hospital.” Margaret slurred softly, Jasmine was clutching Margarets hand as if she was scared she would disappear. I nodded at Dr. Stone, “she said no to the hospital, can you stay nearby in case we need you?” he patted my shoulder as he left, I pulled a chair up to the bed and sat down. Waiting.