Five months later…

"I don't think that I can wear this to the altar," I complained for the hundredth time.

I was inside one of the biggest hotels in the whole world, preparing for our wedding that we've been planning for months.

A makeup artist was powdering my face. I would put on the beautiful, long, white gown that Jason bought for $13,000,000 when he was done, but it was the reason I was complaining.

"Mrs. wife-to-be," Cynthia, who was sitting beside me, said, "Your husband-to-be just loves you too much, and he wants to spoil you."

I sighed heavily and said, "This gown breaks the record."

"Absolutely, it's the most expensive wedding gown ever."

"Done," the makeup artist said and dropped his brush, "You look incredible."

I smiled at him and said, "Thanks."

"Wow," Cynthia said with her mouth wide open and her eyes as big as bouncy balls, "You—"

I cut her off by raising my hand in the air, "I know you're just going to exaggerate."

"Believe me, Lexi. You look like a princess."

"She is telling the truth," the makeup artist said.

I sighed, "I'm nervous."

"It's okay to be nervous," the makeup artist said and walked out of the room.

I went to the mirror and checked out my face and expensive white gown; I was beautiful.

Someone knocked on the door and came in. It was Jada, Jason's assistant.

"Oh wow!" she complimented as she walked towards me, "You look great."

"Thanks," I smiled.

She looked at Cynthia and said, "I need your help with something."

"Okay," Cynthia said, and they both left.

About a minute later, the door opened. I turned around and was alarmed. Jason was standing at the door.

"Jason! Why aren't you in your suit yet?"

Jason had on a brown t-shirt and jeans. He ignored my question and started walking toward me, "You are beautiful," he said and smiled.

"Why aren't you in your suit yet? The wedding is about to start."

"Because I still want to fuck you, but I don't want to do it with my suit on."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the man that was supposed to become my husband in a few hours. "You have to be kidding me right now, JASON. We did it this morning. It hasn't even been four hours!"

He smiled at me cockily, "I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Lexi. We can do it here or go to my room."

"Jason—"

He pushed his mouth on mine, kissing me, and destroying my expensive makeup in the process. I kissed him back, and within seconds, Jason has me up against the wall.

He stops kissing me and growls, "Turn around."

"Jason, my gown is long and heavy."

"I can handle it. Turn around."

I turned around and faced the wall. Before bending down to pick up my gown, Jason unzipped his jeans and released the beast, which always made me wet—anytime I set my eyes on it, I couldn't help it.

Since I never wore underwear, it was easier for him to fuck me anywhere, anytime. Jason pulled my ass closer to him and pushed the startler in forcefully.

"Oh," I moaned and rolled my ass on the startler as my pussy welcomed him in.

"I fucking love being inside of you," he growled and started banging me.

Five minutes later, I heard Maxwell's cries in the hallway; someone was bringing him to me.

"Maxwell...Daddy needs Mommy," Jason said frustratedly and started banging me harder.

"They are almost here," I moaned to Jason, who wasn't planning to stop.

"To the restroom. Let's go to the restroom," he growled.

Without separating ourselves, we slowly walked to the restroom and locked the door. Jason pushed me towards the sink, and I held on to it as he continued fucking me.

The room's door opened, and I heard Judith and Maxwell's voices. Maxwell was crying, and Judith was calling my name.

"Lexi. Lexi? Where are you?"

Her voice was coming closer, and I was scared that she would know what we were up to.

She jiggled the restroom's door handle. Maxwell cried louder, filling the room with his screams, and at the same time, Jason froze.

"Ah..." Jason moaned as he pulled out of me, "I love my son; he knows when to scream."

"Where can Lexi be right now?" Judith said and started heading out of the room I pulled down my gown and faced Jason. "Don't come out until she's gone," I whispered to him.

"But I need to dress up."

"You aren't supposed to see me before the wedding. What are you going to tell Judith? She is family."

"I know."

I opened the bathroom door and stopped Judith before she could close the door. "I'm here, Judith."

"Oh, thank goodness," she said and turned back, "Max isn't taking his formula. I don't know why. And what is wrong with your makeup?"

Oh, shoot! I had forgotten that Jason ruined my makeup. I rolled my eyes and thought of what to say.

"I mistakenly rubbed it off," I said with a fake smile plastered to my face, "You know that I'm not used to a heavy makeover. Where is the formula?" I asked to change the discussion.

"Here," she replied and handed it to me.

"Max, Max, why are you not eating?"

Maxwell Stokes was my four months old son.

I sat down on a couch, and Judith handed him to me.

I opened his specially designed golden feeder and started feeding him. I looked up at Judith, who was faking hurt, and said, "He just wants his mama to feed him."

"Max..." Judith was saying when someone's phone rang from the restroom. "Is that your phone?"

I rolled my eyes and sluggishly said, "Yes."

"Continue feeding him; let me go get it for you."

"No," I said sharply, "I'll get it myself...when I'm done here."

Judith ignored my statement and walked to the restroom door, she put her hand on the door, and I watched in slow motion as she opened the door and saw Jason smiling behind it.

"What is wrong with both of you? You can't even wait to get married. Go and dress up now. It's almost time," she said.

"We didn't do it," Jason said.

"Of course you didn't," Judith said sarcastically, "her makeup just got ruined on its own."

"That wasn't my doing," Jason said. "Or was it?" he asked me.

"Of course, it wasn't. Just go dress up now," Judith said.

Jason walked past my sister, winked at me, and I smiled back.

"Lovebirds," Judith said, and we all smiled.

"Jason," I called. He turned around and mouthed, "You want more?"

Thankfully, Judith had moved to the mirror, checking herself out. I rolled my eyes and said, "Please, tell somebody to get me the makeup artist."

"You're beautiful the way you are."

"I'm not joking around here, baby."

His smile became broad, and he blinked twice. "Okay, baby. Consider it done."