Chapter 3 Scandalous Photos at the Wedding
Dorian's POV
"Evelyn," I drawled into the phone, lounging in my leather chair at the Blackwood Estate study. "I've arranged a special delivery for you. Consider it my wedding gift."
My lips curled into a smirk as I imagined her reaction to the skimpy bunny outfit I'd ordered sent over. The thought of her discomfort sent a thrill through me.
"You can't be serious," her voice trembled with anger. "I won't wear that... that thing under my wedding dress!"
"A respected OB-GYN at Mercy West, aren't you?" I taunted. "Surely you're not so prudish about the human body?"
"You bastard—" she started, but was cut off by her father's sharp voice.
"Evelyn! Watch your mouth!" Richard Ashford's stern tone carried clearly through the line.
I heard rustling, then Catherine's shrill voice "Put it on right now! Do you want to ruin everything?"
Perfect. Even her own parents were helping me humiliate her. I pictured her standing there, fuming but helpless, and felt a surge of satisfaction.
The wedding venue in Beverly Hills was a stunning display of crystal chandeliers and white roses. When I finally made my entrance, my steps faltered slightly as I caught sight of Evelyn.
I never expected Evelyn to actually wear the skimpy bunny outfit I sent her.
My mother, Victoria, shouted at her, "Why are you dressed like that?"
Evelyn just remained silent.
The crowd was laughing at Evelyn, and I was absolutely thrilled.
However, damn it. The white wedding dress hugged curves I hadn't anticipated, with glimpses of black lace teasing through the delicate fabric, sending my mind to places it shouldn't go. Her honey-brown hair cascaded over bare shoulders, and the swell of her breasts pressed against the tight bodice. For a moment, I forgot this was supposed to be about humiliating her.
The whispers of the Los Angeles elite filled the room as I approached. Leaning close to her ear, I murmured, "Last chance to run, darling. Neither of us wants this marriage."
But instead of shrinking away, she suddenly threw her arms around my neck. Her body pressed against mine as she grabbed the microphone.
"I love my husband so much," she declared to the crowd, her voice thick with emotion. "I'd wear anything he wants, even if others might judge. His... special desires are part of who he is."
Evelyn' friend Riley Adams started clapping. "Now that's true romance!" I saw Riley walk up to Evelyn and whisper a few words. Evelyn nodded trustingly. I felt a sense of unease.
The guests' scandalized whispers turned to sympathetic murmurs. I caught sight of slipping something into her hand and felt a flicker of unease.
But I was distracted by how the thin fabric of her dress revealed the lace underneath with every movement. Her waist was impossibly small, flaring out to generous hips that swayed as she walked. The tops of her breasts, pale and perfect, rose and fell with each breath. Heat pooled in my gut as unwanted thoughts invaded my mind.
I pictured pressing her against the nearest wall, hiking up that pristine white dress to reveal the skimpy bunny costume underneath. In my mind, I could feel her soft skin under my fingers as I traced the edge of the lace, hear her gasp as I pinned her wrists above her head. Her breasts would strain against the tight bodice, begging to be freed. I'd savor every moment unwrapping my reluctant bride, showing her exactly what she had signed up for.
The way she moved, with the gentle sway of her hips and the flash of thigh through the dress's slit, was driving me insane. I imagined bending her over my desk at home, her perfect ass raised high as I showed her who was really in control. She'd resist at first, of course - the fire in her eyes told me she would - but soon enough, she'd be begging for more.
I shifted uncomfortably, my pants growing tight as I watched her golden-brown hair cascade over her bare shoulders. God, I wanted to grab a fistful of those silky strands, tilt her head back, and claim that defiant mouth until she melted against me.
I forced my mind back to the present, adjusting my suit jacket to hide my obvious arousal. She was playing some game, and I wouldn't fall for it.
"Time for the rings," I announced, reaching for her delicate hand. The sooner we got this over with, the better.
The massive LED screen behind us suddenly lit up. My blood ran cold as images filled the display – there I was, in this exact suit, with my arms around two scantily clad blondes at the Midnight Lounge. The timestamp showed it was from earlier today.
The guests were stunned by my scandalous photos. My mother screamed, insisting they were Photoshopped and not to be believed. Given my wealth and status, no one dared to say much.
However, inside, I was seething with rage, wanting nothing more than to take her right there in front of everyone to vent my anger.
Evelyn leaned close, her breath tickling my ear. "Do you like my wedding present, darling?"
Damn, it must have been Riley and Evelyn working together! Fury rose in my chest as the whole room erupted in shocked gasps and furious whispers. For the first time in my life, I found myself without a cutting response.
Her amber eyes sparkled with triumph as she held out her hand expectantly, every inch the blushing bride. "Aren't you going to give me my ring?"
That bitch really had it coming, I jammed the ring onto her finger. Then I grabbed her head and crushed my lips against hers, feeling her tongue resist before it finally surrendered.