Page 41 of Sweet Surrender
She looked fucking incredible. With how things were left between usan hour ago, I half expected her to defy me and turn up in her crappy clothes, refusing to get married in anything I’d provided for her. So I was more than happy to see she’d opted to wear one of the dresses I’d had specifically made for her.
The light ivory dress she was wearing happened to be my favorite outof the two, and I didn’t know if she recognized it or not, but it was a style similar to a dress she’d drawn in one of her old sketchbooks.
Elegant lace sleeves covered the length of her arms, and the bodice,adorned with tiny crystals, appeared to glisten under the delicate lighting in the room.
In her hands, she held a teardrop bouquet made up of the samewhite and pink roses in the room. The bouquet shook in her hands, and I wanted to march down the aisle and pull her into my arms to reassure her she had nothing to be worried about.
I was going to take good care of her from now until the end of ourdays.
As Savannah took another step into the room, the full skirt rustled,and the tip of her high-heeled shoes poked out from underneath.
I’d left the shoes, a bag of makeup, and hair products in our roomwhile she was unconscious. She’d made good use of it in the short time I’d given her, her blonde hair hung down in soft curls, and she’d placed a delicate ornament slide on one side to keep it off her face.
I’d never seen Savannah with makeup, and in all honesty, I thoughtshe was stunning without it. But with the small amount she’d put on, her features were breathtaking.
Cream eyeshadow was dusted lightly on her lids, and her beautifulgreen eyes were framed with black liner and mascara. Her cheeks were tingedwith a soft pink blush, and her lips glistened from the clear gloss she’d put on, making me want to devour her mouth.
Taking a breath, she took tentative steps towards the three of uswaiting under the arch, her eyes fixed on me, and a small nervous smile on her lips.
I wondered if she’d found the lingerie I’d left with the makeup, andwas wearing it under her dress. I fucking hoped she was, and I fully intended to find out as soon as the ceremony was over.
“You look beautiful,” I said to her when she reached me, momentarilyforgetting that Fox was standing by my side, or that Sherry and the officiant were watching with bated breath.
“Thank you,” she replied, unable to hold my eye as the flush on hercheeks spread to her neck. “You look very handsome too.”
I grinned, feeling like the happiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet.“Thank you.”
“Shall we begin?” the officiant said, pulling my attention away frommy sweet Savannah.
When I gave him a nod, Fox reached out and took the bouquet fromSavannah, placing it on a table behind him. I took Savannah’s hand and together we turned toward the officiant, ready to take ourvows.
Chapter 14
Savannah
Like most girls, I’d spent more time than I cared to admit dreamingabout my wedding. I’d always pictured a big white wedding with Liam waiting at the altar, our friends and family watching on as we made a promise to spend the rest of our lives together.
I never imagined for one second that I would be getting married withan audience of two, in a hotel in Las Vegas, to a man who hadn’t given me any other choice but to marry him.
At least my wedding dress was how I’d pictured it to be. Ididn’t know if Nash was the one to choose the dress, or how he even knew what kind of style I liked, but he’d aced it.
Reciting my vows, I felt like I was betraying myself. How could Ipromise to love and cherish a man who had blackmailed me into this situation?
Yet, as I uttered the words, declaring‘I do’when asked if I took Nashto be my lawfully wedded husband, and when I slid the ring onto his finger, I told myself that I just needed to get through this. Play along with whatever he wanted until I was ready to strike.
Nash wanted to play a game with my life, and hell, I was going toplay. But there was only going to be one winner.
Me.
The ceremony didn’t last long, and as we signed the register, alongwith Fox as our witness, I tried to ignore the ring now present on my finger. It was a delicate white platinum band, with two rows of tiny diamonds, and was just tight enough for me to know it would be impossible to remove.
I couldn’t deny how gorgeous it was though, and while I was prettysure Nash didn’t know me all that well, he’d somehow perfected the ring as well as the dress.
“Well ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant said after we had signedthe register and were back under the arch. The way he spoke, it was as if he was addressing a room full of people instead of the four of us, one of whom I had no clue who she was. “It’s my great pleasure to announce you as man and wife. Mr. Carson, you may kiss your bride.”
Nervous anticipation shot through me the second he said thosewords, and Nash’s heated gaze fell first to my mouth before meeting my eyes.
I told myself I didn’t want him to kiss me, yet deep down, I knew that was a lie. I’d wanted to know what it was like to kiss Nash Carson from the very first moment I met him.
