Page 35 of Filthy Commitments
“The Greenberg’s are here. Sebastien and Madison. Madison was Sandra’s college roommate, and she’s her maid of honor.” Jason winked at me. “Sebastien told me you were gorgeous. How right he was. But we all knew Jett wouldn’t settle for just any old girl.”
Jett gave me a sideways glance. “Sebastien said that, did he. Seems you made quite an impression on the kid, baby. We should go find a place to sit. See you, Jason.”
Jett moved his arm down my back and took my hand. “Was I quiet enough or too quiet?”
“You did fine. Funny that neither of them mentioned they were attending a wedding, isn’t it?” We walked into the church, and Jett looked around the already crowded church. Also, looking around was Sebastien. He waved at us and pointed to the empty space next to him. “Well, would you look at that. Seems your boyfriend saved you a seat. How sweet of him.”
“You sound jealous, Jett.” I followed behind him as he looked as if he was heading right to the man who was provoking said jealousy.
Jett stopped two rows behind Sebastien who was all smiles as he looked at me. He tugged me along behind him past a group of older women, and we sat at the far end of the row. Sebastien turned around with a frown on his face. “Little shit,” Jett growled. “No dancing at the reception unless it’s with me.”
“Ten-four.” I looked down and smoothed out my pink dress. Jett wore a black suit and looked extraordinarily hot. I wrapped my arm around his. “I love weddings.”
“Humph!” That was all I got out of him.
Music began, and three little girls came down the aisle, tossing daisies along the way. “Aren’t they precious?”
Jett didn’t make a sound in response. He wasn’t even looking, I found out when I turned to see what he was doing. Jett was looking at the windows. They were stained glass and gorgeous, but I didn’t think they were so spectacular that he’d look at them, instead of at what was going on.
His body was tense, and he’d become very uncomfortable. I reached out and took his hand and found it clammy. Leaning in, I whispered, “Are you feeling well?”
He turned to look at me with a grim face then whispered back, “I’m kind of sick to my stomach. I’ve never felt more pathetic in my entire life, thanks to this sham of a marriage.”
There was nothing I could say to him that would make him feel better at that moment. The only words running through my head were,‘maybe you should’ve thought things through before you went to so far as to purchase a sub to make her your fake wife.’But that would’ve only made him feel worse.
The music changed, and I focused on the wedding, instead of the brooding man who sat next to me. The bridesmaids and groomsmen filed down the aisle. The pretty girls wore yellow chiffon, and the men all wore black tuxedos. Madison came down the aisle last and alone. She was dressed in a different dress. Hers was off-white and much nicer than the rest of the girls.
Her eyes roamed, and she gave a nod our way, though her eyes looked past me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jett had turned his attention back to the wedding, and he gave Madison a nod back. I bit my lower lip and tried to keep my mouth shut. I don’t know exactly what it was about the two of them that made me see red. But I hated how she was clearly after Jett. Even though she thought he was a married man.
The woman was a homewrecker, waiting to happen. Maybe a nice dose of laxative in her drink at the reception would be in order for the tramp. I made a mental note to ask our driver to stop off at a drug store. I’d say I needed some aspirin for a headache and get that instead. At the very least, it’d keep the bitch out of my hair for the night. The music changed once more, the bridal march came on, and we all stood for the entrance of the bride. Covered in white with a veil that hid her face, Sandra, a woman I’d never met, walked slowly down the aisle.
Strong hands ran around my waist as Jett pulled me back against his chest. His lips touched my ear. “You deserve something like this, baby.”
I ran my hand up to caress his cheek and sighed. There he was, back to the romantic man he was most of the time with me. His lips pressed against the top of my head, sending sparks all through me.
When she made it to her groom, we all sat back down. Jett took my hand and held it tightly. We watched the couple take their vows then Jett looked at me as the couple kissed. I smiled then mouthed, ‘I love you.’
He leaned in and gave me a kiss. “I love you, too.” Maybe the night at the reception wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it was going to be with him in a foul mood. Maybe the wedding was putting good ideas into Jett’s head.
With the bride and groom running down the aisle, we all stood up and clapped. Jett held me tight and kissed the side of my neck. “I want you, Asia. In the car.”
Turning my head, I wasn’t sure what he meant. I didn’t say a word, though. My body heated as I thought about he and I in the back of the limo, getting a bit beastly. We moved with the crowd out of the church. The newly wedded couple had already gotten into a car and were heading to the hotel where the reception would soon be held. Jett and I headed to the limo as the driver waited at the back door. I got in, followed by Jett. He pushed the button that raised the dark privacy window that separated us from the driver. I shivered with desire.
The seat was long and ran along the back of the limo. The floor was open. “On your knees,” he ordered me before we’d even begun to take off.
With delight, I did as he’d said, getting on my knees as he pushed my dress up and slid my panties down. I was already wet for him with the idea. The windows were darkly tinted and I knew no one could see in, but I could see people as they walked around the car. My heart was pounding as he moved in behind me, thrusting his hard cock into me. He grunted with each hard thrust. I balled my fists up and moved back to meet each thrust. It felt dirty and I loved it!
My attention was taken as Madison and Sebastien came right toward the car. I held my breath as I watched them approach it. “Jett, are they coming with us? Or what?”
He looked up to find Madison reaching for the door handle, and quickly locked the doors. “What the fuck is she thinking?”
She knocked on the window. “Jett, are you in there?”
“What the hell does she want?” I asked as anger filled me.
“Fuck if I know. Shit!” He pulled out of me as I scrambled to pull my panties up. Huffing and puffing, I sat on the seat and made sure my dress was smoothed out.
Jett rolled the window down only a bit. “Can I help you, Madison?”
