Page 8 of Corrupt Desires

Pulling out of my garage,I head toward our downtown area to do a little shopping. Kayden is meeting me at one of the stores so we can get fitted and take home our tuxedos. Normally, these types of things can take weeks, but when you have extra money to throw around you’d be surprised how quickly things can get done.

Parking along the street in a two-hour-parking space, I decide to text Emilia. It feels wrong to get married without at least some form of communication prior. I know this is probably not what she wants, but that doesn’t mean I have to be inconsiderate about it.

Good Morning, Emilia.

What do you want, James?

Is that any way to greet your futurehusband? You wound me, Em.

I’m only going along with this to appeasemy father, cabrón. And to avoid falling intoAnthony’s hands. Do not mistake my agreementfor want. It is with high reluctance that I agree to this.

Understood. Have you picked out a dress?

Wouldn’t you like to know...

Have you picked out a tux?

Yes. In fact, I am about to do that aswe speak, Em.

Don’t call me that, James.

Oh, Emilia. I look forward to seeingyou walk down the aisle tomorrow.

I’m sure you will be absolutely radiant.

Maybe I won’t show up.

Oh, you will. Wouldn’t want to let downyour father, now would you?

*Angry face* Fuck you, James.

Tsk, tsk. Foul language, Ms. Bonetti.

I’ll show you foul language.

Chinga tu madre, cabrón. (Fuck off, asshole.)

She can tell me to fuck off and call me an asshole anytime she wants. Her fiery spirit only makes me want her more. In fact, the entire interaction has my dick straining against my slacks. What I wouldn’t give to release some of that tension, but seeing that I’m in public, it’ll have to wait until I get home later tonight.

Now, now. Get some rest and relaxation tonight, Emilia. Our wedding night will be one to remember.

You’re delusional, James!

Her comment only causes me to chuckle under my breath. Waiting for Kayden to arrive, I scroll Emilia’s social media. She rarely ever posts on her Instagram, but the posts she does have are absolutely beautiful. In every picture she is happy and smiling, unlike the scowl she permanently wears in my presence.

I love looking at her photos, though; she has the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen. When it reaches her eyes, they absolutely come alive. I hope one day that I can make her happy, so much so that I am graced with her smiles everyday and no longer have to view photos to see her happiness.

I shoot off one last text, one that I know will have her feathers ruffled.

See you tomorrow, love.

For a while, three dots would appear, then disappear, before repeating the whole process over again. I knew I would get her flustered. I waited patiently for a reply but soon joined Kayden in the store when no reply came.

At the end of the day, I never received a text back. Lord only knows what shereallywanted to say to me. Tomorrow should be interesting to say the least…

Seven

Emilia

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