The Wedding Party.

This past few days, Nuella has been nothing but a mess. She walked around the school with heavy eyebags but, she knew the consequences of being weak, so she held on to the few parts of her sanity.

This was her first year in nursing school and she needed all the focus in the world or her dream would come crumbling down like her pathetic 'situationship' that crumbled even before it started.

Her dreams to become a doctor and save life were dear to her and the thoughts of quitting dared not cross her mind or she would be haunted by the thoughts that she killed her mother.

A lot has been her sole reason for being unable to give up, but the thoughts of her mother were greater reasons. She wanted to be able to save lives, to save women who were in labor, and to give hope to the hopeless.

Nuella hated being the object of pity. She had shut everyone out for some days now because she needed to cool her head and even though she tried to lie to herself that there was nothing between her and Devine she knew where the truth stanz.

It may be lust, but she was embedded in it far more than her relationship of 2 years so the pain could not be compared to the one she felt when James said those words to her at the front of his house.

Today was her father and Rita's wedding and as the maid of honor, she had to be at her best.

The thought that she would see Devine today sent a flicker of awareness across her brain but she shut the thoughts immediately.

'There is no space for him in your head.' Those were the untruthful yet soothing words she had used to comfort herself from not picking up his calls and not crawling back into his arms like a desperate slut.

*************

"You look beautiful." Rita her father's bride who looked like the goddess herself acknowledged with a genuine smile on her face.

Nuella smiled back, softly.

"That compliment should be all yours,"

"And I will wholeheartedly share it with you." Rita smiled out a reply, bruising her thumb against Nuella's soft cheeks like a mother.

Nuella felt a warm inflow of waves as they settled into her. It has always been clear that Rita loved Nuella better than she loved the remaining siblings.

Whatever the reasons were, Nuella knew not, but she felt safe being loved genuinely.

As Rita and Mr Enzo walked down the aisle, Nuella's shoulders were high and her chin stood up with sophistication. She appeared unfazed, but underneath the makeup, was a plastered scowl and terrible eyebags.

Even though she tried not to look at Devine and acted her best by looking unfazed, her heart broke into tiny billion pieces.

She had been practicing this for weeks now and the result only reminded her about how proper planning prevented poor performance.

Walking next to her father's friend a man that she desired, with her hand clutched tightly to Rita's wedding dress, she constantly felt the occasional glare from Devine yet she could not reciprocate the glare for the fear that all her resolve would come crashing down, was the biggest form of discipline she had ever given herself.

She had dated James for over two years, and she had restricted herself from having sex with him regardless of how much he pleaded. All these years she had thought that she was disciplining herself, but no. She just never liked him enough to allow him to touch her. And all of that was not discipline.

Discipline was standing next to the man you feel sexually attracted to yet you can not reciprocate a glance he stole at you, for the fear of breaking your resolve.

******

"By the power vested on me. I pronounce you now, man and wife. You may kiss your bride." The cheers from the crowd followed the priest's voice as Rita and Enzo kissed. That cheer from the crowd was what pulled Devine out of his long lusting glare.

His eyes had been deeply rooted to Nuella's body like they were meant to be on her body and he couldn't deny how gorgeous she looked. Just like he presumed- like the goddess that lightened his darkness, but he desired to see her in the dinner outfit, the one that he had promised himself to rip off with his bare hands and slice some piece into her mouth to prevent her from loud screaming while he fuck her hard some meter away from her father.

*******

Dinner party.

As Nuella walked down the stairs, claded in a long black backless dress, her arrival called onto everyone and the scanty yet rich gathering traveled their eyes to her direction.

Her brown hair was packed in a bouncy bun while two thick strands framed her face.

Devine sipped hard on his juice, suppressing the pinching effect of his muscles as his eyes traveled down her body. Her dress, an armless rope neck dress, revealed a desirable amount of her cleavage to the preying eyes of Devine. The dress hugged her body, sank her waist in, and accentuated the curve of her hips, better than any other dress she had worn.

Devine could feel his groin tightened in his trousers. There was no doubt that she appeared hot to torture him. To hell with his entire restriction because this dress was calling his name and her entire plan indeed worked.

Her lips were covered in a red chap, and they turned him on faster than he could imagined.

As his eyes remained heavily on their body, his mind presented to him an image of what it would feel like to kiss hungrily on her lips.

He was going to make sure that none of her lipstick would be left there on her lips. Then his hand would travel down the slit of her bare thighs then he would sneak a hand through the slit on her dress, up to her clit, then touch her wet pussy and make her burn with a desperate desire to have him.

"You are the talk of the day," Samantha whispered.

"I area."In a calm demure her response seems to hold greater sophistication than her look.

Samantha titled a gaze to her clearer surprise.

"What with the 'boastful' Nuella."

"A part of me you didn't know existed."

She took a gentle sip from her wine, her eyes lingering everywhere aside Devine's corner.

She just wanted this party to be done with. She desired to be everywhere but certainly not wherever she would feel Devine's piercing eyes and get wet from the awareness that his eyes were running lustfully over hers.

"I am not jealous." Samantha's voice sliced through Nuella's intrusive thoughts and she spared Samantha a glance that asked her to elaborate.

"A man seems to be engrossed with you." Samantha chuckled and signaled for Nuelle to check, by nudging her shoulder in the direction.

When Nuella tilted her head, unnoticeable sighs of relief escaped her lips as she saw a tall slender man walking closer to her. For a minute she had thought that Samantha was referring to Devine.

"Good luck with your admirer, I am off to be with my man."

Nuella watched Samantha as she scurried. A look of disgust appeared on her face but she knew she needed to keep him. So she remained still, sipping occasionally from her wine, till his cologne invaded her nostril and his words invaded her ears.

*

As Nuella stood, discussing and flirting her way through the heart and hungry eyes of her father's friends, the hairs on her skin ghosted and she shifted the weight of her body on the other leg. She could still feel the burning gaze of Devine against her body.

A tiny part of her heart jumped in merriment and she desired to have a glimpse of what his face looked like, but she blinked her lashes, gently deciphering the thoughts of him. Both ways she knew he would be burning from having another man stand so close to her.

"He is your father's friend. He is no good for you." Those were the gentle words that she said to herself, till she was back at smiling at the man whom she knew nothing good of a result would ever come out of their conversation. She was uninterested, but leaving was not an option. She needed something to keep Devine away and this was just one of them, little did she know that Devine desired to kill this man as much as he desired to bend her over any of this table and fuck her hard, something HE WOULD DEFINITELY DO.